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

Whenever Ji Yanzhi thinks of that horrible yet very real dream, he still feels a lingering fear.

Ji Qi'an sat on the sofa, flipping through the newspaper in his hand, and said slowly: "You didn't have a nightmare."

The man said indifferently and reservedly: "It's true."

Ji Yanzhi paused, he was stuck for a moment, his mind was like a mess.

He slowly turned around and looked at Ji Qian'an, his pupils trembled and his breathing froze for a moment.

Joe's house.

Qiao Yan had just coaxed Qiao Keke to sleep before she closed the door and walked out of the entrance.

The cold white moonlight was particularly desolate. The woman's lonely and slender figure dragged a long shadow on the ground, lonely and depressed.

With a "click" sound, the sound of the lighter seemed particularly empty in the air, and the scarlet cigarette butt flickered in the dark environment.

The woman had loose jet-black hair and her beautiful eyes were staring blankly ahead without focus. Her look was empty, void and without any basis.

She leaned against the wall, holding a cigarette between her fingers, her thick eyelashes drooping, and a thin circle of smoke coming out from her lips. The white smoke filled her delicate and pretty face, adding a bit of seductive and charming beauty.

Qiao Yan's beauty is like a poisonous poppy, charming but also poisonous.

She is the most potent poison in the world. It is so toxic, yet it makes people indulge in it uncontrollably. She is very tempting.

She is so beautiful.

And so broken.

It makes people want to destroy her even more, wanting to crush her completely under their body and watch her cry.

Li Chenxiao sat on a leather chair in the study, holding a photo of Qiao Yan in his hand, looking at it carefully.

It is undeniable that this woman is really beautiful, full of poison and very seductive.

But often the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

"Ding-ling-ling" a series of urging sounds rang out in the study.

Li Chenxiao picked up the phone. It was a call from his biological father, Li Tingzhan.

The man lowered his eyelashes and casually played with the photo of the beautiful woman in his hand. His voice was magnetic and low: "Father."

Li Tingzhan's majestic voice came from the microphone: "I have chosen a wife for you. Come back and get married when you are done."

The man's handsome brows slightly frowned, and his voice suddenly became cold: "I never said I wanted to get married."

Everyone told him that his biological father loved him very much. Even though he had lost a lot of memories, he had never experienced fatherly love from a man.

What's more, Li Chenxiao felt the man's extreme desire for control.

Li Tingzhan said in a cold and unquestionable tone: "Chen Xiao, you are not young anymore. It's time to get married."

"Why are you fooling around with your sister? Come back tomorrow."

"Your future wife can only be a woman who is of equal status to the Li family. Don't find me some unclean woman."

Li Chenxiao leaned back slightly, with a playful smile on his face. He held the woman's photo between his slender middle and index fingers and looked at it carefully: "What do you mean by an unclean woman?"

"My wife, Li Chenxiao, can only be the most precious treasure in this world."

There was a hint of cold irony in his eyes: "Not just any Tom, Dick or Harry can marry me."

Li Tingzhan was choked by his son's toughness, and his tone suddenly softened. He coaxed him in a soft tone: "Dad won't live long, I just hope you can get married."