The cold-blooded president chased his wife to the crematorium after the divorce

Li Jingxing raised his eyes and gave her a cold look, then tapped her bowl with his chopsticks, saying in a strong and unquestionable tone: "Finish your meal."

He glanced at her narrow waist and arms. In a year, they had become much thinner than before.

But Qiao Yan's figure is such that she is fat where it should be fat and slim where it should be thin. There is not a trace of fat around her waist, and she feels very little soft flesh, but her breasts are very big.

Qiao Yan finished her bowl of rice obediently. She looked at the man and said, "Did you buy contraceptive pills?"

Li Jingxing paused for a moment, then raised his head with a somewhat cold look and looked at Qiao Yan.

The woman sat on the chair and pulled the corners of her lips, looking at him: "You didn't wear a condom last night."

She said indifferently: "You didn't take any measures."

Qiao Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at Li Jingxing with cold eyes, and sneered: "Do you want to kill someone?"

Li Jingxing didn't say anything, he just looked at Qiao Yan, the man's eyes were as dark as ink.

In the past, Qiao Yan wanted to have a child with Li Jingxing, but now, she is afraid of having a child with Li Jingxing.

The man looked dull, sitting on a chair, and said in a low voice: "I'll ask Li Yi to buy it."

"Ah."

Li Jingxing sat cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, his dark and deep eyes fixed on the woman's leaving back, and he felt inexplicably depressed in his heart.

He unconsciously reached for the lighter in his pocket, lit a cigarette and held it between his fingertips, looking out the window with empty eyes.

My heart suddenly felt like there was something empty, hollow, and an inexplicable melancholy and bitterness welled up in my heart.

Having a child was something he had never considered.

Li Jingxing went upstairs with the medicine in his hand and a cup of warm water.

The person on the bed had fallen asleep and was immediately awakened when he came in. When Qiao Yan raised her eyes and saw that it was him, the vigilance in her eyes eased a little.

"Get up and take your medicine."

Qiao Yan got up, took the contraceptive pill from the man and swallowed it directly. She took the water and drank a sip without changing her expression. She looked at him and said, "You should wear a condom in the future. Taking too many contraceptive pills is not good for my health."

Li Jingxing glanced at her, leaned against the bed, his eyes dark: "Yeah."

The next day.

Lu Tingshen is engaged to Mayor Yang's daughter, and Li Jingxing arrives late with Qiao Yan.

Lu Tingshen was wearing a neat suit. The woman standing next to him was very beautiful, with the gentleness of a southern girl. She was wearing a red cheongsam with gold embroidery, and had delicate makeup and was elegant and generous.

This is the daughter of the Yang family, Yang Xue, a graduate of Stanford University, 22 years old.

Lu Tingshen was socializing with several senior leaders. He had a warm smile on his face. The smile on the man's face turned around and fell on Qiao Yan, and there was a momentary sense of disconnection.

He looked at Li Jingxing without changing his expression, and his hand holding the cup suddenly clenched, until the knuckles turned white.

Lu Tingshen did not invite Qiao Yan to attend the engagement party. He did not want her to witness the engagement ceremony.

Even if it's fake, it won't work.

As soon as Li Jingxing appeared, there was a burst of exclamations from the surroundings, and many people's eyes fell on him and Qiao Yan.

Ji Qian'an was wearing a black suit and holding a glass of champagne in his hand. He stood side by side with Ji Yanzhi, smiled at him and raised his glass.

Ji Qian'an and Lu Tingshen have different political views, but they still have to maintain this kind of "harmony" on the surface. What's more, Lu Tingshen is engaged to the mayor's daughter, so it is reasonable for him to give gifts.

Li Jingxing brought Qiao Yan over again. Ji Qian looked at Qiao Yan with a half-smile: "Miss Qiao is here too."

Qiao Yan didn't have a good face towards this old fox. She raised her eyes and glanced at him coldly.