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

The woman's graceful figure was faintly visible in the white mist.

Qiao Yan was taking a shower when a man suddenly hugged her from behind. She was so scared that she screamed.

She turned around suddenly, saw the culprit clearly, suppressed her anger, and said unhappily: "Are you silent when you walk?"

The man hugged her thin waist, put his big hands on her abdomen, and sneered: "You didn't hear it yourself, who can you blame?"

Qiao Yan trembled all over when he touched her, and goose bumps appeared all over her body. She raised her hand to stop the rebellious hand: "What are you doing?"

"go out."

Hearing this, the man hugged her tighter, lowered his head and bit her neck, his eyes dark: "Qiao Yan, have you forgotten your obligations as a mistress? Hmm?"

The man's voice was hoarse, low and deep with lust, and seemed extremely sexy.

He held her and stood under the shower in the bathroom. His shirt was wet by the water and stuck to his strong and sturdy body. The collar of his shirt was open to his chest, revealing a faintly visible solid line with water droplets hanging on it.

When Qiao Yan heard this, her whole body stiffened.

The man put his arms around the woman's waist and held her in his arms. He leaned down, squeezed his thin waist and hips between Qiao Yan's legs, and pressed her against the wall stained with moisture.

The woman had a beautiful and seductive face, with red blush at the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were stubborn and forbearing. She looked at him pitifully with wet eyes, which made the man's eyes red.

Li Jingxing hugged her soft and sweet body, his eyes filled with desire, and the man's breathing became heavier.

He buried his head in her chest, sighed, and sucked gently with his thin lips.

Qiao Yan leaned weakly against the cold wall, grasping the dark head of the man in front of her with both hands, with red at the corners of her eyes.

She couldn't stand and had to rely on Li Jingxing for support. Her fair and beautiful face was slightly red, a mixture of shame, anger and humiliation.

Li Jingxing held her slender waist with one of his bony hands, and looked up at Qiao Yan with his phoenix eyes. The man looked at her with lustful eyes and a hint of seduction.

He is like a charming male vixen, exuding the aura of desire, like a walking aphrodisiac.

The man had a seductive, wicked smile on his face as he stared at the changing emotions on her face with seductive eyes and swirling strokes with his tongue.

He bit her collarbone, leaving a mark that belonged to him. He intertwined his fingers with hers and said in a hoarse voice, "Who is better, me or Lu Tingshen?"

Qiao Yan's cheeks were flushed, and Li Jingxing didn't even kiss her, but he made her breathless.

She leaned against the wall and looked at Li Jingxing, and couldn't help but scold: "Are you crazy?"

Li Jingxing's eyes were dark and he sneered coldly. A man's intuition is never wrong.

Lu Ting deeply likes Qiao Yan, but it seems that Qiao Yan is unaware of it. Well, it's because she has been chasing after him for so many years and has no woman's modesty.

However, Li Jingxing had no intention of telling Qiao Yan that Lu Ting deeply liked her.

Moreover, it has not just been a year or two.

The man snorted coldly, feeling uncomfortable in his heart. No one likes others to peek into their things.

He stared at Qiao Yan with dangerous eyes, pressed her against the wall and kissed her forcefully and domineeringly.

Li Jingxing put one hand around the woman's waist, his eyes as fierce as a hungry wolf. He couldn't help but lower his head and gently bit and pulled, filling his mouth with the sweet, smooth and soft taste.