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

"You don't stand a chance."

"You and Qiao Qiao have no future."

Lu Tingshen was grabbed by the collar by the man, his face was bruised and purple. He looked up at Li Jingxing and laughed crazily: "She will never want you again in this life."

I don’t know which word hurt Li Jingxing’s heart so deeply that it caused the man’s pupils to shrink suddenly.

His breathing rose and fell violently, and he raised his hand to pinch Lu Tingshen's neck. His eyes were deep and cold, and his face was filled with murderous intent: "You think I have no chance."

"I will give you this chance?"

The man's eyes were gloomy, and his handsome face was covered with dark clouds. He tightened his palms. Lu Tingshen's face flushed slightly. He raised his head and stared at him with gloomy eyes.

Without Qiao Yan around, he didn't even bother to pretend.

Li Jingxing looked down at him coldly as if he were a clown, and sneered: "Not everyone can touch me, Li Jingxing."

The man's face was cold and cruel, with deep pupils: "If she dies, she can only be the ghost of me, Li Jingxing."

The man looked at him and laughed sarcastically: "Lu Tingshen, you were not my opponent before, and you won't be my opponent in the future."

No one has ever dared to take away what Li Jingxing wanted.

The smile on Lu Tingshen's face faded slightly, and his knuckles turned white from pinching: "Oh? Really?"

He looked coldly into the man's gloomy eyes and looked at him provocatively: "Then we will wait and see."

At that moment, Li Jingxing narrowed his eyes dangerously and wanted to kill him.

Li Yi's car stopped at the side of the road, he opened the door and got out: "Master."

He stopped Li Jingxing: "Calm down."

Li Jingxing pushed Lu Tingshen away, his eyes filled with disgust as if looking at him any longer would be dirty.

He wiped the back of his hand and threw the tissue into the trash can as if it was stained with filth.

Lu Tingshen was helped up by the servant. He stood there, his sickly pale face gloomy, his eyes coldly watching the car go away.

Li Jingxing walked into the villa with a murderous aura and kicked open the door with one foot.

The man looked up at the second floor, his face gloomy, and shouted in a cold voice: "Qiao Yan."

The housekeeper saw the man's furious look, and his heart skipped a beat. He hurried out and said, "Mr. Li, Miss Qiao hasn't come back yet."

When Li Jingxing heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly. Qiao Yan did not go home.

This damn woman was afraid that he would settle the score with her, so she didn't go back to the villa and hid outside.

Li Jingxing sat on the sofa and called Qiao Yan, but the phone on the other end was turned off and no one answered.

He replied to WeChat, but was blocked by this damn woman.

Looking at the scarlet exclamation mark, the man was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

His eyes were terribly cold, his face was covered with ice: "Li Yi, go find someone for me!"

The man's eyes were cold, and he sneered, "I found her, break her legs for me."

Li Yi stood nearby and didn't dare to say a word, for fear of getting into trouble.

"Yes." He replied respectfully.

Li Yi took a dozen bodyguards out and prepared to bring the man back.

Within half an hour, they found Qiao Yan in the central square. The woman looked like a defeated princess in her dress, with a few empty wine bottles beside her.

She knew that no matter where she ran, her family was in Li Jingxing's hands.

She couldn't escape from the man's grasp.

Qiao Yan just felt depressed and distressed. She didn't want to go back to that cage and wanted to get drunk.

Li Yi picked up the phone and called, his voice low: "Master, I found Miss Qiao."