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

When Li Yi heard this in the driver's seat, his fingers trembled and he almost drove the car into the ditch in front.

Li Jingxing glanced over with cold eyes and asked sternly, "Can you drive?"

"I'm sorry, master." Li Yi shuddered all over and wished he was deaf. He immediately raised the middle baffle.

What crazy talk is Miss Qiao talking about?

Li Jingxing's face was terribly gloomy. He held Qiao Yan's hand and squeezed it hard. Qiao Yan was not drunk, but the wine was enough to make her excited and courageous.

"Let me go!" Qiao Yan tried to shake off his hand, but no matter how hard she tried, it was of no use.

"I'm small?" Li Jingxing looked at her with sinister eyes, his gums almost bitten off, and he wished he could tear the person in front of him to pieces immediately!

Qiao Yan stiffened her neck and looked up: "What else? Do you expect me to lie against my conscience?"

She persuaded him kindly: "Li Jingxing, we can't get along in bed, please let me go."

"Go find someone who suits you."

"Who is the one begging for mercy in bed because he couldn't stand it anymore? Who is the one who couldn't get off the bed because of my fucking?"

Qiao Yan's face turned red and her neck became thick. She roared, "With your crappy skills, I never felt comfortable from the beginning to the end."

When the man heard this, his face became even gloomier. This sentence would be fatal to any man.

This is a question about a man's self-esteem.

Li Jingxing's chest rose and fell with anger. His eyes were dark and deep, and he smiled coldly: "Oh, as long as I feel comfortable, that's all."

Qiao Yan was about to collapse: "Li Jingxing, what on earth are you going to do?"

"There are many prettier ones than me. Whatever type you want, I'll find it for you."

The man's face became increasingly gloomy. She actually wanted to find a woman for him.

His face was as cold as frost and he became furious: "Qiao Yan! Shut up!"

Qiao Yan shuddered with fear, and her voice became chopped.

She wanted to cry but had no tears. She looked at the man's cold face and began to beg for mercy: "I was really wrong. I shouldn't have provoked you in the first place."

"Li Jingxing, my family has gone bankrupt, and I have elderly parents and young children to support."

"Please let me go, I really can't beat you."

After listening to her long speech, the man finally wanted him to let her go.

Sarcasm about him didn't work, so I started to take the sympathy route.

The man sneered at her sarcastically: "I didn't realize that you are very talented in acting?"

"Qiao Yan, I advise you to give up this idea."

The man sat there, loosened his tie, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, and curled his lips slightly: "If you want to leave, you can."

Qiao Yan's eyes lit up and she stared at him: "You say."

Li Jingxing looked down at her and said coldly, "Unless I die."

The expectation on Qiao Yan's face disappeared instantly.

After all, Li Jingxing just didn't want to let her go.

He doesn't love her, and he won't let her go.

The car stopped in front of the villa.

Li Jingxing grabbed her feet as she was about to run away, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and looked at her with a gloomy face, and smiled at her gently: "I'll let you see later, is it small or not."

When Qiao Yan heard this, she shuddered violently.

Qiao Yan grabbed the car door and refused to let go. Her face turned pale and she screamed like a pig being slaughtered: "Help!"

"Killed!"

"Li Yi, call the police!"

Li Yi walked over and carefully pried open her hands, feeling very sorry for the car door: "Ms. Qiao, this car is very expensive. I can't afford it even if I sell you."

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