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

During these three days, Qiao Yan did not send him a message or call him once.

The man had a cold and indifferent smile on his lips. He slid his fingertips across the photo twice, his eyes fell on the woman's sweet smile, and he moved his fingers and pressed the delete button.

After the infusion, Qiao Yan nestled in Lu Tingshen's arms, tears falling down her face, her little hands hurting from being pricked by the needle.

Qiao Yan bought the little guy a string of candied haws to coax him: "Be good, you'll be fine after the infusion."

"Jojo."

A terrifying and familiar male voice sounded behind Qiao Yan, which stunned her for a moment and almost made her lose consciousness. Her scalp went numb and half of her body became stiff.

During these three days, Qiao Yan almost forgot about the devilish existence of Li Jingxing.

"Turn around." The man's face was as cold as ice and his voice was terrifyingly cold.

His gaze fell on Qiao Yan, and his eyes narrowed dangerously: "You and his illegitimate child?"

Qiao Yan looks younger than his peers and is held in Lu Tingshen's arms, just like a real father and son.

Qiao Yan turned around, the expression on her face faded a little: "My brother."

She is still a virgin, how can she give birth to an illegitimate child? Qiao Yan thinks Li Jingxing has a problem with his brain.

Oh, Li Jingxing remembered that she had a younger brother. Qiao Zheng had a son in his old age and he loved him very much.

But he is a little sickly.

The Qiao family is full of old, weak, sick and disabled people, and only Qiao Yan is healthy.

"Come home with me." Li Jingxing's face was terribly cold.

The man's eyes fell on Lu Tingshen vaguely, and a mocking smile appeared in his eyes.

When Qiao Yan heard this, she felt her hands and feet go cold. She almost subconsciously wanted to take a step back, and was very resistant to hearing the word "home" from the man's mouth.

Li Jingxing saw it and his face darkened instantly. He sneered, "Are you enjoying yourself so much that you don't want to leave? Huh?"

“Don’t forget who you are.”

A look of confusion appeared in Qiao Yan's eyes. What was her identity?

The mistress that Li Jingxing kept was his secret lover who he could not see in public.

A plaything he could play with at will, an obedient canary.

A woman who comes when called and leaves when dismissed.

One word from the man was enough to drive her whole family to despair. Now in the whole of Beijing, who could compare to Li Jingxing?

Lu Tingshen picked up the child and stood up to block Qiao Yan. He looked at the man with a gloomy face: "Didn't you see that Qiao Qiao doesn't want to go back with you?"

Li Jingxing looked at him with a cold face and gloomy eyes.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly: "Do you need me to come over and invite you personally?"

Qiao Yan clenched her fingers tightly, and pursed her lips into a straight line. She endured it and her eyes were red: "Li Jingxing, please let me go."

"I do not want."

I don’t want to be your woman and be entangled with you, and I don’t want to be your mistress who is hidden from the public.

When the man heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, as if a violent storm was about to come, and the hostility emanating from his body was terrifying.

The man sneered: "Ha~"

He glanced at Lu Tingshen with a gloomy face, and the corners of his thin lips curled up in sarcasm: "Now that someone is standing in front of you, you have the confidence to challenge me?"

For some reason, Qiao Yan felt a chill in her heart.

"Ting Shen!"

A powerful voice sounded, and Mr. Lu appeared in the corridor with a dignified look, leaning on a cane, and accompanied by six bodyguards.

Lu Tingshen's body suddenly stiffened. He was stunned, then turned his head and stared at Li Jingxing with a sinister look: "You asked my grandfather to come over?"