After the divorce, he became the careful liver of the rich and powerful

He Yang's complexion changed. Someone as proud as Lu Tingfeng must be very uncomfortable and unwilling to be broken up.

But he really couldn't forget his Bai Yueguang, whether it was calling Zhao Libing's name after being drunk, or being responsive to her every request, giving her all his favors.

In fact, he was the one who suffered the most and was most unwilling. His husband was thinking about someone else.

However, it's all over.

"I don't want to hear the story between you and Lu Tingfeng. If you insist on having a good time with me, then I wish you and him a good relationship for a hundred years, happiness forever, and grow old together."

Zhao Libing smiled complacently, her face was cold, her eyes were frivolous and complacent, and she said in a fierce tone: "You lost, He Yang."

Immediately, Zhao Libing spread her hands, fell backwards, screamed suddenly, and fell down the stairs like a jar——

Just like that, I fell from the steps on the second floor to the first floor.

This made He Yang unexpected, and his pupils dilated in shock.

Lu Tingfeng, who had just opened the door and walked in, was drenched, and saw the astonishing scene in front of him.

He Yang's heart beat suddenly and he had a bad premonition, until he saw the cold hatred and anger in Lu Tingfeng's eyes.

At the top of the stairs on the first floor, Zhao Libing was lying unconscious on the ground, blood slowly flowing along the texture of the floor.

Lu Tingfeng hugged Zhao Libing tightly in panic and fear until the ambulance arrived and carried Zhao Libing, who was lying in a pool of blood, onto a stretcher.

He Yang was the only one left in the house.

His body was trembling, clutching his beating heart, he realized what Zhao Libing meant when he said he won.

She was betting on her own life, forcing Lu Tingfeng to hate him, forcing Lu Tingfeng to divorce him, forcing Lu Tingfeng to marry him would not make him feel better.

After the person was sent to the hospital, he was pushed into the emergency room.

An hour later, the doctor told Lu Tingfeng that he had lost a lot of blood and had been treated with blood transfusion in time. He had a slight concussion and it would take about three days to wake up.

And Zhao Libing's little assistant was completely frightened. She covered her mouth and dared not speak or cry loudly, because Lu Tingfeng was standing next to her, exuding a cold and chilling aura.

Lu Tingfeng didn't speak, but the surrounding air exuded a strange and suffocating aura.

When he returned to the ward and saw her unconscious on the hospital bed, he calmed down and smoked a cigarette before turning to ask the little assistant about the situation at that time.

The little assistant stuttered and told Lu Tingfeng everything about the situation at that time.

Lu Tingfeng's face became more and more gloomy.

.........

He Yang lay on the edge of the bed anxiously and watched the rain outside the window.

Confused thoughts and difficulty sleeping.

He always vaguely felt that something bad would happen, but he never thought it would be so soon.

When he went downstairs feeling thirsty and wanted to get a glass of water, Lu Tingfeng just pushed the door open and walked in.

Lu Tingfeng's face was piercingly cold, and his eyes were as cold as ice, staring fixedly at He Yang who was standing in the stairwell.

He stood there nervously, his fingers intertwined, his heart beating fast.

Lu Tingfeng approached He Yang step by step, and He Yang felt the chilling aura emanating from him, and instinctively took a step back.

Lu Tingfeng's eyes were deep, and he stepped forward and grabbed He Yang's neck instantly.

The cold eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous cold light, and said in a deep voice: "Why do you want to do this?"

He Yang knew that he was asking about Zhao Libing falling downstairs, but the fact was not what he thought, he did nothing, "I didn't push her, she fell down by herself."

"You think I'll believe it?"

Of course not, He Yang even felt that he was a big joke. His husband would never believe him, let alone love him. What exactly supported him through this two-year marriage?

He smiled wryly a few times, and looked directly at the man who was strangling his neck with bitter eyes.

Seeing that he didn't intend to continue explaining, Lu Tingfeng became even angrier, "He Yang, you are even lower than a woman in my eyes." Those vicious words were like the wind, and the ruthless voice was like a thousand years of ice, piercing one by one. on his chest.

He Yang's neck was strangled tightly, and there was a breath stuck in his throat. He couldn't go up or down, and he felt as if he would suffocate and die at any time.

Reflexively, he grabbed the hand that was pinching his neck and pushed hard, but he couldn't shake it a bit.

After a while, his face flushed red, his eyes opened wider and wider, and tears filled his eyes.

"let me go………"

He wanted to speak, but as long as he spoke, he felt as if he was about to die.

The man in front of him was cold at the corners of his eyes and brows, his voice was sub-zero cold, his eyes were bursting with cold, his hands were bulging, and he couldn't explain how much effort he had put in.

The anger in his heart slowly descended along with his red eyes, the tears that were about to burst from his eyes, and his blushing face.

Suddenly, he threw him away forcefully, and said coldly: "If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price!"

He Yang was thrown to the ground and hit the corner of the dining table and chairs next to him unexpectedly. He felt severe pain in his lower back, and tears burst out of his eyes.

He let out a muffled snort, stubbornly enduring the pain.