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

The photo of the man was found in his mother's will. When he was young, Qiao Zheng looked particularly handsome and gentlemanly in a suit and tie.

Now that he is successful in his career and holds a high position, he has probably long forgotten how he pushed another woman into a desperate situation.

Perhaps he had forgotten that a woman was forced to death by them and abandoned her only son.

And he didn't die.

The richest man in a high position and with all the power in his hands, Qiao Zheng had forgotten about his existence. When he got what he wanted, how could he still remember a small person like him?

Inside the villa.

Qiao Zheng rubbed his daughter's hair and smiled heartily, his eyes full of doting: "Go and have fun, it's your birthday today, have fun."

When the man saw his daughter disappear at the door, he turned around and walked upstairs into the study. He casually threw a plan to the person next to him. He sat on the chair with a cold look in his eyes: "Have you packed up everyone?"

"Don't wait until my company goes public. These young people are ruining my business again and are working against me."

Qiao Zheng has always had a keen eye. Basically, any project he sets his eyes on will become a hit in the future, and he can make a lot of profit from it.

He didn't know how to make games and didn't have any technical personnel in that area, but he also admitted that he had sent people to buy them at high prices. A few young people who had just entered college and were still wet behind the ears just happened to go against him.

Hearing the chairman's majestic and cold voice, the man trembled slightly, lowered his head and said quickly: "Chairman, the eldest lady was there at the time."

The chairman’s request was to have one of the other person’s hands cut off, or even better, to never be able to touch the keyboard in his entire life. Since he couldn’t use it, it had to be destroyed.

"We didn't dare to do anything."

Qiao Zheng was drinking tea and almost broke the cup in his hand when he heard this. With a "bang", the man slammed the cup on the table.

Qiao Zheng's face suddenly turned gloomy, and his voice was terribly cold: "How did the young lady get involved with that poor boy?"

The man lowered his head and said nothing. Qiao Zheng's face instantly became gloomy and terrifying.

Qiao Zheng's eyes were cold and terrifying, and he sneered coldly: "You really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

He even dared to seduce Qiao Zheng's daughter.

Qiao Yan saw Li Jingxing through the glass. It was still raining outside the window. After leaving the living room, she took the servant's umbrella and ran out.

She ran towards the boy happily, her skirt getting wet as she ran. She had a smile on her face, her eyebrows curved like a little butterfly: "Li Jingxing!"

The young man turned around and looked at her holding a black umbrella. His eyes were terrifyingly cold and indifferent, as if he was looking at an unforgivable enemy.

He just stood there and looked at her, his eyes as cold as a knife, which made her body stiffen in place.

That was a look that Qiao Yan would never forget in her life. The boy's eyes were sinister and terrifying.

"Meow meow meow……"

Qiao Yan felt something licking her cheek, and she woke up suddenly. The orange cat was frightened by her and jumped directly off the tree.

Qiao Yan's heart was beating wildly, and she almost fell off the tree when she moved. She quickly reached out and hugged the tree trunk, her face pale.

She felt her cheeks were wet, and raised her hand to touch them. It seemed that she had shed a lot of tears. She didn't know when her cheeks were already covered with tears.

She dreamed of the young Li Jingxing again.

For many years, she didn't understand the way he looked at her.

I get it now.

But it's too late.

Qiao Yan took out her cell phone to check the time. It was already 3: in the morning. She had actually fallen asleep lying on the tree.

It’s all because of that bastard Li Jingxing who insisted on threatening her.

Qiao Yan raised her hand and rubbed her brows, feeling aches all over her waist and back. She pushed aside the branches and glanced down. The surroundings were empty and no one noticed her.

Qiao Yan hugged the tree with both hands and slid down from the tree.

She happily climbed through the window and ran into the villa again. She had no intention of sleeping in her own bed because she was afraid that the crazy man Li Jingxing would catch her.

Qiao Yan ran to another room.

Upstairs in the villa.

Li Jingxing's tall and straight figure was hidden in the darkness, with a scarlet cigarette burning at his fingertips. He leaned against the wall, with a hint of indifference on his handsome face.

His dark eyes stared absentmindedly at the monkey sliding down from the tree, and watched her tumbling into the room happily.

The man sneered silently, his eyes filled with the contempt of a king who was in control of the overall situation.

The next day.

Li Jingxing got up early in the morning. He opened the window and looked at the osmanthus tree in front of him. He sat down on the rocking chair and drank a cup of hot coffee that the butler had just brought to him in a comfortable mood.

"Master, aren't you going to the company today?" Li Yi respectfully put a coat on the man.

"The company will last without me." The man lowered his eyes and spoke in a cold voice.

"We're having a barbecue today."

"You ask the butler to prepare it."

Li Jingxing's stern face was expressionless. He glanced at the osmanthus tree where Qiao Yan was squatting, and smiled evilly and charmingly: "Put the bracket under the osmanthus tree."

In the whole villa, the osmanthus tree is the densest, and it would not be easy to find someone hiding there.

The servants set up the barbecue grill underneath, and prepared fresh lamb and beef skewers, pork belly, roasted lamb legs and charcoal fire.

Qiao Yan lay on the tree and watched the scene below with a slight twitch of the corners of her mouth. She tried to shrink her body as much as possible so as not to be noticed.

Is this a beating?

She was sleeping soundly in bed early in the morning, but she was awakened by the sound of the door opening.

Qiao Yan didn't even have time to open her eyes. She didn't get enough sleep at all. She used both hands and feet to crawl out of the room in pain.

The housekeeper opened the door and came in. He led his men to clean up the room and took all the bedding away to wash.

Qiao Yan originally planned to go to the kitchen to get some more food, especially chicken legs, but the kitchen became a guarded area.

There was a sign at the door with the words: Miss Qiao, no entry allowed!

Qiao Yan was so angry that she wanted to kick Li Jingxing to death!

The villa was under strict guard, so she could only sneak up the tree and continue to stay in her old, safest place.

This place is a good feng shui location, no one can find her.

Not long after, a familiar man appeared under the tree, accompanied by Ji Qian, and a younger girl beside him.

Ji Yanzhi arrived late in a flashy sports car.

It's bustling downstairs, they're having a barbecue party!

And it was right under Qiao Yan's nose!

Waves of meaty aroma wafted up from below, and Qiao Yan's stomach began to growl as she lay on the tree.

Ji Yanzhi looked around and didn't see the familiar woman. He raised his eyebrows at Li Jingxing: "Where's Qiao Yan?"

The man said calmly and expressionlessly: "He hid himself."

Ji Yanzhi ate a bunch of skewers, stared at the man who had put a few band-aids on his scratched face, and twitched his mouth slightly: "Did she do these scars on your face?"

The man's face was grim as he used a brush to grease the lamb leg: "Besides her, who else dared to do this to me, who else would want to die?"