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

"Li Jingxing, are you crazy?" Qiao Yan's expression changed drastically and she looked at him with some horror.

The man raised his chin high and snorted at her: "Not crazy."

He reached out and unbuttoned her pants impatiently, with a haughty look in his eyes, pretending to be ferocious, "I just want to sleep with you."

"I won't bother with you if you kiss other men."

With dark eyes, he lay on her chest, held her legs, pressed his knees between her thighs, stood up, knelt in front of her, and said fiercely: "But you can only sleep with me from now on."

He was going to have her like a fussy three-year-old.

Qiao Yan gritted her teeth, raised her head and gave him a cold and vicious smile: "I have slept with other men!"

After she said this, the man stiffened all over. He paused, and looked at her with his rabbit-like red eyes, as if accusing her, with crystal tears welling up in his eyes.

He felt as aggrieved as a 288-month-old child.

His eyes were red with grievance and he put on his pants silently.

Then the man lay on top of her and didn't move. He hugged her waist and without saying a word, he buried his dark head in her chest and cried silently.

The woman's breasts were round and full, and her tears wet Qiao Yan's chest and flowed down from the ravine.

The corners of Qiao Yan's mouth twitched wildly.

Beat her to death, she would never know in her life that Li Jingxing, this cold and heartless man, has such a face.

It made her speechless and terrified.

She was very afraid that the man would kill her to silence her after waking up.

Seeing that he was no longer mad, Qiao Yan raised her hand and pushed the man's head: "Get off my chest."

Li Sansui's voice was filled with tears, and he choked and cried, "I won't."

He looked up at Qiao Yan with tears in his eyes, his eyes were terribly red: "You are so fierce, you scared me."

The man's tears fell more and more violently. He hugged her waist tightly and refused to let go.

Qiao Yan: “…”

She never wanted to see Li Jingxing drunk like this again in her life. It was too fucking scary.

It's as scary as shooting a horror movie.

Qiao Yan gritted her teeth, but had to speak gently: "Be good, let go."

Li Sansui angrily refused: "I don't want it."

The man choked and cried, "You have slept with other men. I don't like you anymore."

Qiao Yan had a blank expression on her face, looking indifferent: "Then let go."

He paused while crying, his eyes were red, and he said aggrievedly: "Sour and spicy, I just like you a little bit."

Qiao Yan looked at the ceiling with despair on her face.

How could this be?

Why did things develop like this?

Her face flushed, and she used all her strength to pry the hands around her waist. She pushed, and the man followed suit.

Qiao Yan's face turned red, and the tender flesh on her waist turned red, but she still couldn't get this sticky man off her body.

Qiao Yan spread her hands and looked at the ceiling with despair.

Damn, this guy is just as annoying when he's drunk.

She gave up and completely gave up.

Seeing that she had given up and stopped moving, Li San Sui became very proud. If he had a tail, it would have been raised to the sky by now.

Tears were still on his face, the corners of his lips raised in smugness. He pressed her down, changed his position, and hugged the woman in his arms tightly again, using his hands and feet to trap the person in his arms like an octopus.