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

The man held her tightly in his arms, placed her on his lap, bent down and kissed her mouth, her cheek, and her delicate collarbone.

He held Qiao Yan in his arms and licked her face with his saliva.

Qiao Yan sat in the man's arms with a look of disgust.

Li Jingxing wrapped his arms around her waist, his hot breath lingering around her neck. He touched her cheek and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you miss me?"

Qiao Yan lifted up his suit jacket and wiped her face impatiently, disliking the saliva he spit on her face.

"Do not want to."

Li Jingxing hugged her and chuckled in her ear: "You little heartless girl, I asked you to call me, but you didn't."

Qiao Yan sat on the man's lap and pushed his chest with her hand: "When are you leaving? I still have to film."

Li Jingxing sat on a chair in a suit and tie, holding her in his arms: "Let's leave tonight, we have things to do tomorrow."

Qiao Yan thought he was sick and had nothing to do.

She drooped her eyelids: "Oh."

The man's eyes were dark. He raised his hand and touched her soft waist suggestively. His voice was hoarse: "Where do you live? Take me there."

Qiao Yan was a little annoyed. She raised her hand and slapped him: "You are obscene."

He came here just to sleep with her. She had fought for this role herself. Once Li Jingxing appeared here, everyone would wonder how she got it.

Li Jingxing's identity is too conspicuous, and nothing good will happen if you stay with him.

Li Jingxing was not angry after being slapped. Seeing her fierce expression, he held her hand, lowered his head and chuckled, looking at her with his phoenix eyes: "I want to sleep with you, how is it obscene?"

"Don't you want to sleep with me?"

"Ok?"

With a smirk on his lips, he lowered his voice to tease her: "Tell me the truth, do you want to sleep with me too?"

Qiao Yan frowned: "No."

The man's eyes deepened, he hugged her waist and kissed her cheek, clinging tightly, his voice hoarse: "Then I want to sleep with you, Qiao Qiao."

Her face was cold and tense: "You are not allowed to come back with me."

"It's not good if people see it."

The two were silent, with a tacit understanding.

Qiao Yan didn't intend to make him public.

She couldn't give Li Jingxing what he wanted, nor did she want to give it to him.

Li Jingxing raised his hand and pinched her face: "But I want to sleep with you."

Li Jingxing used both soft and hard tactics, and kept on pestering Qiao Yan, refusing to leave until he succeeded. After work at night, when it was pitch dark, Li Jingxing found Qiao Yan's position and went in following the smell.

He secretly climbed through the window and onto Qiao Yan's bed while everyone was asleep. He pressed her down on the bed and tossed her around for a while. The man felt relaxed all over and his mood immediately became much happier.

They made love until 6 a.m., when the man left quietly, his legs weak.

The next day, Cheng Yue walked into the room wearing high heels and looked at the ambiguity in the room. She was already a mother, so she naturally knew what had happened last night.

She looked at the bed and saw Qiao Yan's arm, as white and tender as a lotus root, hanging by the bed, her hair was disheveled, and there were traces of tears on her pretty little face.

Mr. Li can really make people suffer.

Cheng Yue quietly retreated and asked for half a day off for her without waking up Qiao Yan.

It was afternoon when Qiao Yan woke up. Lu Tingshen brought Qiao Yan to see her, but it rained heavily that day and he couldn't go back.

As soon as Qiao Yan walked out of the door, the little guy hugged her thighs tightly. The little guy looked up at her with sparkling eyes and called in a baby voice: "Sister."