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

Ji Yanzhi simply wanted to sleep with her and experience how intoxicating it was to be with the most beautiful woman in Beijing.

If a man keeps this dangerous and charming beauty by his side for two years without touching her, there's probably something wrong with his body.

Ji Yanzhi stared at Qiao Yan's face with deep eyes, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. To be honest, he was very moved.

He wanted to taste Qiao Yan, especially since she was a flower that had not been picked by anyone, which was even more tempting to him.

After all, Ajing and she were divorced.

Brothers are like siblings, women are like clothes.

It should be okay if he touched her today, after all, she was just a vicious woman who was disliked by Li Jingxing.

Ji Yanzhi figured this out, and his eyes staring at Qiao Yan became naked and deep. He grabbed Qiao Yan's hand and threw her onto the bed, then pressed his tall body down on her.

Qiao Yan lay down on the bed, her thick hair spread on the sheets. The woman lowered her eyebrows and smiled at the man. Her smile was soft and charming, making the man feel itchy in his heart.

Ji Yanzhi was moved, his peach blossom eyes flushed slightly. He held her hand and raised it above her head, his warm breath sprinkled on her neck, and lowered his head to kiss her.

A phone call rang in his bedroom like a death warrant. The man's face was gloomy. He wanted to continue doing what he was doing, but the phone kept ringing.

With a grim expression, he stretched out his arm to hook the phone and saw the caller on the screen: Li Jingxing.

The man's eyes were deep, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he lowered his head and swore, and the lust that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished by cold water.

Ji Yanzhi hung up the phone, and the other end of the line rang again. Usually, Li Jingxing didn't have the time to make phone calls. He frowned, afraid that something might happen, so he had to pick up the phone. The man's voice was hoarse: "Hello?"

Li Jingxing's voice was cold: "What are you doing?"

Ji Yanzhi's whole body suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his eyes to look at the beautiful and seductive woman under him. The woman's white and tender arms were wrapped around his neck like a snake, and she looked at him with a bright and charming smile.

His Adam's apple rolled twice, and he suddenly stammered, "No, nothing."

Ji Yanzhi had a jade arm hanging around his neck, and the woman in his arms was as soft as boneless. He heard the woman's voice whispering like a devil in his ears: "Do you want to continue in front of him?"

Ji Yanzhi's body suddenly shook violently, and all kinds of complex emotions such as sinisterness, tension, excitement, guilt, excitement, and ambiguity flooded into his mind.

It was as if they were having an affair behind Li Jingxing's back.

They were right, Qiao Yan was a drug, an opium poppy, a beautiful snake with a vicious heart like a venomous snake, taboo and easy to make people lose their emotions.

Ji Yanzhi is greedy for pleasure and plays with the world. He has always been the one to play with women, and no woman has ever dared to play with him.

In front of Li Jingxing's ex-wife.

This behavior was too irritating and exceeded his bottom line and boundaries.

Especially the voice of Li Jingxing on the other end of the phone continued: "Find out who Qiao Yan went with tonight."

"Where have you gone?"

Ji Yanzhi: “…”

"Ji Yanzhi?"

When Ji Yanzhi heard this, his body tensed up into a line, sweat dripped down his back, and a cold sweat broke out from his head. He came back to his senses in an instant: "Why are you checking her?"

"Don't you hate this woman the most?" he said guiltily and nervously.

"Besides, don't you dislike her?"

"I asked you to check it, why are you talking so much nonsense?"