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

Ji Yanzhi asked someone to check the man and woman in the surveillance video. The woman, Qiao Yan, had met her once before and he helped her when she was about to fall.

However, the information found was not Li Jingxing, but Li Chenxiao.

Qiao Yan sat on the chair and snapped her fingers nervously. When she got a definite answer, her eyes were filled with confusion and silence.

She had misjudged him again.

Ji Yanzhi called Ji Qian'an as soon as he got home: "Fuck, I'm telling you, Qiao Yan said she saw Li Jingxing today!"

"I think her condition has worsened again. Is the doctor you hired any help?"

Ji Qi'an was sitting in the office reviewing documents. Hearing this, he paused for a moment and asked, "Where did she see it?"

"At the Starlight Ceremony."

Ji Qi'an frowned: "Then what? What did you find out?"

"My name is Li Chenxiao." Ji Yanzhi patted his chest in fear and took a breath: "Fuck, you don't know, I was almost scared to death."

"I almost actually saw a ghost!"

"I said, this grandson can't crawl out from underground, right?"

"Today is not Halloween."

"You don't know, that man's eyes are really like a vicious dog." Ji Yanzhi sighed.

Ji Qian listened to Ji Yanzhi's chattering. The man looked thoughtful and said lightly: "Okay, I understand."

"Why are you reacting so calmly?" Ji Yanzhi curled his lips.

Ji Qianan said coldly, "I'm busy. I'll hang up now."

The man pushed the documents on the table away and stood up. Then he took out another mobile phone and made an international call. The other party picked up the call quickly.

"Your eldest young master has come to Beijing?" The man's voice was low, he was leaning against the window with a cigarette in his fingertips.

Li Yi received the call and was slightly stunned when he heard this: "Ah? I don't know, the master didn't tell me."

"Maybe the Second Miss asked him to go over."

"Qiao Yan almost ran into them today." Ji Qian'an said casually.

Li Yi was silent: "…"

"I understand. I will get the master back as soon as possible."

"Well, it's good that they are doing this way and are doing well." Ji Qian'an's eyes were indifferent and cold.

Li Jingxing was not dead, he just forgot about his friends, forgot about Qiao Yan, and forgot about Beijing where he had lived for many years.

Forgot the hatred towards the Qiao family.

Li Jingxing almost died in prison. His own father was ruthless and sent people to beat him to death.

That group of people were not ordinary people, and they beat up Li Jingxing alone.

His father really dared to do it.

At first, Ji Qian'an was also unaware of the situation, so he was extremely angry. In the end, Li Jingxing was transferred to another prison and beaten to death in prison.

After the anger and sadness, he quickly regained his senses, and he always felt that there was something wrong and fishy about this matter.

But no matter how he searched, he couldn't find any information.

Especially when I heard that Li Jingxing's body had not yet been examined by the forensic doctor, and was hastily examined by the doctor before being sent to the crematorium.

Ji Qian'an's intuition told him that things were not that simple.

Sure enough, he caught Li Tingzhan who was about to secretly transport Li Jingxing away.

When Li Tingzhan saw Ji Qian'an standing at the exit, he was also slightly surprised. He has always been careful and cautious in doing things and it is impossible for him to leave any handle.

The people he sent beat Li Jingxing for real, and they turned the fake play into reality. On the one hand, he wanted to teach his eldest son a lesson for his disobedient son for so many years. The child had grown up and always felt that he would be free if he left him and could make his own decisions.

Secondly, it is also for the outside world to see.

Li Jingxing's sudden death in prison is the best way to escape.

Ji Qian'an leaned his hands against the wall. He took a last look at Li Jingxing, who was covered in blood, then turned sideways and gave in.

Li Tingzhan looked at him deeply. The smart man didn't need any explanation. He understood the meaning between them at a glance.

Li Tingzhan asked his men to carry the man away.

Li Jingxing was saved, but his brain was severely damaged and he lost his memory, which was a good thing for Li Tingzhan.

Li Jingxing forgets about things, which is the biggest benefit for him as his biological father.

Li Jingxing changed back to his original name, Li Chenxiao, the eldest son of the Li family.

Li Chenxiao was in a coma in the hospital for three months. He gradually recovered from the hospital a year later. It took him a year to recuperate.

In the next two years, Li Chenxiao entered the management of Li Group and quickly killed off the illegitimate children with lightning speed.

The man emerged from the crowd like a dark horse.

Li Jingxing lost his memory, and for him, his current life is the best outcome.

He does not have to endure pain and struggle. He is the eldest son that Li Tingzhan values ​​most, and he is the only one who can inherit the Li family in the future.

With Li Jingxing's brain, it could only be him.

Li Jingxing and Qiao Yan separated, and each of them had their own life trajectory, so it was best not to disturb each other.

Actually, it’s pretty good now.

Qiao Yan was also doing well. With the help of his, Ji Yanzhi's, and Lu Tingshen's resources and connections, he was able to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry.

Ji Qian'an lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were thick, and his eyes were dark and deep. He played with his mobile phone boredly and sighed deeply.

How come Qiao Yan saw it today?

These two people must never meet again.

Otherwise, with Qiao Yan's restless pretty face, no one knows what will happen.

Ji Qian'an looked down at his phone and saw a message coming in. It was from Ji Yanzhi: "Ahhhhhhhh! I feel like my house is full of Li Jingxing's ghost!"

"Old Ji, can I sleep with you tonight?!"

Ji Qianan rejected coldly: "Get lost, you don't have a woman to sleep with you, but I do."

"Hold my girl to sleep with you at night." The man stretched and replied casually.

"I'm scared!" Ji Yanzhi was horrified.

Ji Qian'an simply turned off his phone and ignored him. At that time, Ji Yanzhi was lying in front of Li Jingxing's grave, howling like a ghost, with snot and tears streaming down his face. He really wanted to laugh, but he held it in for a long time, and his fingers were left with red marks from being pinched by Ji Qian'an.

Ji Yanzhi tearfully accused Ji Qian'an for not crying.

He was crying like a ball of wool.

No one died.

Whose grave is he going to cry at?

Ji Qian'an took a look at Ji Yanzhi who was hugging Li Jingxing's tombstone and crying inconsolably, howling like a ghost, and he could no longer bear it, so he left early.

He was afraid that if he walked too slowly, he would burst out laughing when he saw Ji Yanzhi's stupid look.

Ji Qian'an had no intention of telling Ji Yanzhi, that big mouth, about Li Jingxing.

Ji Yanzhi's big mouth can't keep secrets.

Royal five star hotel.

Li Chenxiao sat in front of the window with his legs crossed, holding his cell phone. His fingers slid up and down, and the screen kept scrolling with the woman's stunningly beautiful face and her life story.

Qiao Yan.

The man's eyes were dark and deep, and his bony fingers slid across the screen, and his fingers stopped on the cheek of that beautiful face.