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

Li Yi frowned, hesitated for a moment, and asked seriously: "Do you want to break her legs?"

A man's cold voice came from the other end of the microphone: "What do you think?"

"........."

"address."

Li Yi sent the address over, and a dozen bodyguards in black surrounded him. He raised his leg and walked towards Qiao Yan.

"Miss Qiao."

When Qiao Yan saw the person coming, her eyes were already drunken as she raised her head and laughed. She raised her hand and stuffed a bottle of wine into Li Yi's hand, clinking it with his: "Drink one?"

Li Yi held the bottle of wine and sat beside him without drinking it.

"Li Yi."

"Ah."

"Is Li Jingxing coming?"

"The master's car is on the way."

Qiao Yan suddenly lost the energy to even get drunk, she looked up at the sky in a daze.

Li Jingxing rushed over in a black suit, looking exhausted. His face was full of anger, and his dark eyes fell on the empty bottle of wine. He walked over and picked her up: "How much did you drink?"

Qiao Yan was slightly tipsy, frowned in annoyance, and turned her head away: "What do you care about me?"

Veins bulged on the man's forehead. He picked up the woman in his arms and strode towards the black Maybach parked on the side of the road and carried her into the car.

Li Yi was sitting in the driver's seat and the car was speeding on the road.

Li Jingxing held the woman on his lap and sat her down. He pinched her waist with his big hands and said coldly, "Take me off the blacklist."

Qiao Yan grabbed his collar and looked up at him drunkenly: "Li Jingxing, why don't you stay with Ji Tang?"

The man looked down at her, his eyes dark and deep, and his thin lips slightly opened: "It's none of your business to interfere in my affairs."

Qiao Yan lay on top of him and smiled coquettishly: "You have been married to me for two years and you have never touched me."

"Now you come to support me again."

The woman was drunk, her eyes and eyebrows were full of charm. She lifted the man's chin with her slender and plump hands and smiled contemptuously: "You are not in love with me, are you?"

The man's body stiffened slightly for a moment. Hearing this, it was as if he had heard some suffocating, creepy horror story.

She leaned over to whisper in his ear, her eyes seductive, her white and soft fingers tapped his chest, her smile smug and provocative: "Do you like me?"

Qiao Yan's cheeks were red from drinking, and her eyes were wet. She looked at him with a disdainful smile: "Li Jingxing, are you a slut?"

Qiao Yan has always known that she is beautiful. Since she was a child, her mother has taken her out for a walk and she has received nothing but compliments.

There is no one who would not like her.

Li Jingxing's face darkened and turned cold. He grabbed her rebellious little hand with his big, bony hands and suddenly exerted force. The man's strength pinched her bones so hard that they began to hurt.

The man exuded a terrible hostility. He looked at her with sinister eyes and a cold and heartless smile: "Qiao Qiao, I didn't sleep with a woman because I loved her."

"It could also be a way to vent desire."

Li Jingxing sneered on his frosty face, looking at her with a half-smile in his eyes. He raised his hand to hold her chin, and a strong breath came to her face: "As long as the woman is beautiful enough."

"Any man can have sex with her."

Qiao Yan's face turned pale and she stared into his eyes, with anger and grievance in them.

He used her as a tool to vent his desires.

She glanced coldly at the man's lower body, her eyes sarcastically disdainful: "Heh, you're just a tool for me to vent my desires, and I think you're too young."