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

The man raised his dark eyes and looked at Qiao Yan's rosy eyes. He flicked the ash, took a puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

He grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her into his arms. A smell of cigarette smoke filled Qiao Yan's nose. She frowned but said nothing.

"Why are you crying?" The man half-hugged the woman in his arms with deep eyes.

Qiao Yan stretched out her hands to push open his chest, opened the car door and tried to get in. She just wanted to leave here quickly and didn't want Jiang Sheng to see her and Li Jingxing together.

As soon as she opened the car door, it was slammed shut by the man. She was pressed against the front of the car. The man looked down at her with a gloomy look in his eyes: "I asked you why you were crying?"

Qiao Yan put her hands on his chest, struggling to get up, and said impatiently: "Sand got into my eyes."

The man sneered, refusing to release his restraining hand, and pressed his tall body down on her: "Being with Lu Tingshen, I see you are smiling very happily."

"Why, you feel so wronged after following me?"

Qiao Yan was as radiant as a flower in front of Lu Tingshen, but she always acted as if she was wronged because he had bullied her, with a world-weary face that was cold and annoyed.

When the man thought of this comparison, he felt uncomfortable and a sour feeling spread in his chest.

Qiao Yan pinched her palms hard, looked up at the man, and tried hard not to touch his neurotic anger.

"Is it not okay for me to leave my family and miss them?"

She really wanted to sneer at him and ask, "Don't you have any family?"

But Li Jingxing really seemed to have no family, and she was afraid that if she angered him, he would really hit her.

Qiao Yan reached out and pushed his chest: "Get out of the way."

Li Jingxing let her go and stared at her back with deep eyes as she got into the car.

He opened the car door and got in. The man sitting in the driver's seat looked at the figure behind him and said coldly, "Get to the front!"

“I don’t drive for anyone.”

Qiao Yan cursed his ancestors in her heart, but she still had to open the car door with a smile on her face, get out, and then sit in the passenger seat.

The car was speeding on the highway back to Beijing. The man glanced at the person next to him out of the corner of his eye while driving.

The woman leaned against the car window, her face expressionless, her eyes staring blankly at the scenery outside. She just sat there motionless, like a doll that had lost its soul.

Like a withered rose that has lost its vitality.

The car drove to the villa, the woman opened the door and walked into the house without paying any attention to the man behind her.

The housekeeper and the servants heard the sound of the car horn, came out and saw Qiao Yan walking in with a look of despair, and they greeted her at the door.

Li Jingxing took off his coat and handed it to the housekeeper. He glanced into the room and said in a cold voice, "Where's she?"

The housekeeper said, "Miss Qiao has gone upstairs."

The man nodded and followed him upstairs.

He opened the door and heard the sound of bathing in the bathroom.

He sat on the pink sheet with his legs crossed and waited for a while, but no one came out for a long time.

The man reached out and untied his tie and threw it on the bed. He sat in front of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his clothes. He waited and waited, his face gloomy, and snorted coldly.

He stood up, opened the bathroom door, and walked into the bathroom step by step with his long legs.

"Ah——" A woman's scream came from the bathroom.

As soon as the man entered the room, he saw the bathroom filled with smoke, like a fairyland.