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

As soon as Qiao Yan left, Lu Tingshen stood up and followed her out.

Li Jingxing sat on the sofa, his pair of gloomy eyes seemed to be filled with storms, his face was cold and horrified, and his fingers suddenly clenched.

When Qiao Yan came out of the bathroom after washing her hands, she saw a man leaning against the wall, wearing a neat suit and smoking.

The man was dressed in a suit and leaning against the wall, holding a scarlet cigarette between his fingertips. His fine hair covered his eyebrows and eyes. He puffed out smoke, and his handsome face became increasingly blurred in the smoke.

Lu Tingshen heard the noise and paused. He turned his head to look at Qiao Yan, his eyes full of bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse: "Qiao Qiao."

Qiao Yan's heart trembled slightly. She looked at the man in front of her who seemed to be full of brokenness. She walked over, raised her hand and slapped him hard.

The crisp sound of the slap was deafening, and the corner of the man's mouth was bleeding, and there were clear scarlet and hideous finger marks.

Lu Tingshen's head was tilted after being hit. He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, as if the slap was not directed at him.

The man turned around and looked at her face, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked distressed: "Did Li Jingxing hit you in the face?"

The man's face was cold and ugly, and his voice suddenly sank: "Did he hit you?"

Qiao Yan's eyes were full of bloodshot, like a mad little beast: "Lu Tingshen, why?"

Lu Tingshen's body stiffened slightly, his face was completely indifferent, pretending not to understand: "Why?"

Qiao Yan's eyes turned red, and her face was filled with anger: "Luoluo has only been gone for less than a year."

"You're going to marry someone else? Ha, the mayor's daughter again."

"Whoever is the mayor's daughter will you marry?"

Lu Tingshen straightened his back, lowered his head and chuckled: "Qiao Yan, you are still so naive."

"She's dead. Do I have to remain virgin for her?"

Qiao Yan stared at his face and said in a cold voice: "How did Luo Luo die?"

Lu Tingshen lit a cigarette: "It's clearly reported in the news."

"Car crash into the sea."

Qiao Yan stared at him fiercely: "Before she got into trouble, she called me."

Lu Tingshen's body stiffened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "She also called me."

Qiao Yan's eyes were full of bloodshot: "She said you cheated on her."

"Afterwards, Luo Luo fell into the sea and died. No trace of her body was left. Lu Tingshen, are you worthy of her?!"

Her eyes were red, and her voice suddenly rose: "Was she in a car accident or did she commit suicide?"

Lu Tingshen clenched his fingers tightly, took a deep breath, and his eyes were bloodshot: "I didn't cheat."

Qiao Yan stared at him: "You made the last call to her!"

"I just want to ask, what did you tell her?"

"She is such a good driver, it is impossible for her to make such a mistake."

Qiao Yan loves playing with cars, and Xu Xingluo is more like a lady from a noble family than her. Following her, although her driving skills are not particularly superb, her techniques are also very good. She takes her car for maintenance regularly.

Uncle Xu was placed under double supervision and removed from office, the Qiao family also fell into trouble, and Qiao Yan could not protect herself.

When Xu Xingluo talked to her on the phone, the two of them were like a pair of star-crossed mandarin ducks, struggling in a cage and starting to plan for their future.

Xu Xingluo is an only child. Her parents divorced when she was young. She was raised by Uncle Xu, and the father and daughter depend on each other for survival.

Xu Xingluo clearly promised her that they would all live well.

Lu Tingshen's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at Qiao Yan and spoke word by word: "She just told me something very casually. I have a stomach problem, and she told me to eat breakfast."

His eyes were red, and he looked at Qiao Yan with a hoarse voice: "Qiao Qiao, do you think Luo Luo is dead? Don't I feel heartbroken?"