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

There was a young and handsome man sitting next to her, massaging her shoulders with his hands. When he saw Qiao Yan come in, he raised his eyes and was stunned when his gaze fell on her face.

"Get out." The woman flicked off the ash and started to chase people away coldly.

The door closed, and Qiao Yan stood in front of the woman. Chu Qiao began to look at Qiao Yan, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, with interest in his eyes: "Miss Qiao, what do you want to see me about?"

Qiao Yan met the woman's gaze and smiled sweetly: "Sister Qiaoqiao, I want to make money."

"How much do you think I'm worth?"

Chu Qiao narrowed her eyes slightly. The affairs of the Qiao family had spread throughout the capital. The once proud, bright and charming daughter of a wealthy family had been framed by her ex-husband and outsiders and was forced to leave the house with nothing.

Chu Qiao began to examine Qiao Yan: "Are you serious?"

"I need money."

Qiao Yan showed a sweet smile on her face: "How much can I get for my virginity?"

When the woman heard this, she paused smoking. She looked at Qiao Yan in shock and disbelief: "Are you still a virgin?"

Then, she frowned and sneered coldly: “Miss Qiao, you have been married for two years.”

"Even if you are lying, you have to prepare a draft."

Qiao Yan looked well behaved and said calmly, "Li Jingxing is impotent, he has never touched me."

"I kept this a secret from him."

The woman was shocked when she heard this shocking secret, and she coughed out loud: "Cough cough cough..."

She seemed to have spied on shocking news, her eyes widened: "Is Li Jing OK?"

Qiao Yan nodded and said confidently: "Yes!"

Chu Qiao looked at Qiao Yan's appearance, which was more outstanding than the several beautiful pillars under her management.

After going to the hospital for a check-up, the hospital issued a verification form proving that Qiao Yan was indeed still a virgin.

Li Jingxing hasn't touched her for two years after their marriage. It seems that there is really something wrong with him.

Chu Qiao looked at Qiao Yan's face. There was a rumor in Beijing at that time that the beauty of the girl from the Qiao family was better than anything in heaven and on earth.

Qiao Yan was crowned with the title of the most beautiful woman in Beijing.

If a woman is three-tenths like her, she would be the most beautiful woman in the world.

The daughter of the richest man in Beijing, now a down-and-out girl, once this trump card is played, heaven on earth will become lively again.

Chu Qiao has been in this industry for a long time and knows how to market a woman's beauty and how to create gimmicks to attract the attention of wealthy sponsors.

In the box, Ji Yanzhi came late. He hugged the woman in his arms and sat on the sofa. He glanced at the man next to him and said, "There is a scandal in Beijing now. It is said that you are not good at that and you are impotent."

He blinked his eyes and glanced at the man's lower body fearlessly: "A Jing, is this true?"

"puff"

Everyone in the box sprayed out water, too frightened to even breathe.

The man sat in a hidden corner, with deep features and extraordinary handsomeness, like God's most doted child, with cool corners of his thin lips and an air of nobility.

Li Jingxing's knuckles turned white from pinching the cup. He tilted his head to look at him, murderous eyes: "Who told you that?"

"Your ex-wife."

Li Jingxing paused for a moment, and suddenly his whole handsome face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Ji Yanzhi held the red wine in his hand and drank it all, looking at him with a half-smile: "A Jing, you can't be~"

The man glanced over with cold eyes, like a sharp arrow: "Shut up!"

Ji Yanzhi's gossiping heart was burning: "For two years, have you really been able to resist touching Qiao Yan?"

You have to know that that was Qiao Yan, the most beautiful woman in Beijing, a woman who brought disaster upon herself, and his legitimate wife before.

Ji Yanzhi was not afraid of death and whispered in his ear: "I heard that your ex-wife came out to auction her virginity."

Li Jingxing frowned, his narrow and long phoenix eyes were as black as ink, shooting towards Ji Yanzhi like sharp arrows, and the curve of his mouth showed a hint of coolness.

"She's in heaven?"

"Correct."

So, he was not mistaken about the person, that figure was Qiao Yan.

The man's face was as cold as frost. When he mentioned that woman, two scattered thoughts emerged in front of him, making him feel irritated.

The man fell asleep at night, and his dreams were filled with images of the woman with a pitiful face, tears in the corners of her eyes, and sadness accusing him.

Qiao Yan was like a lingering evil ghost, haunting him in his dreams every day.

For a whole year, he was deeply troubled.

Li Jingxing clenched the teacup and said viciously, "Don't tell me anything about her in the future."

Ji Yanzhi observed Li Jingxing's expression, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, his pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes frivolously, and he asked tentatively: "In that case, then you don't mind if I sleep with her?"