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

In just one day, He Yang was already dizzy from hunger.

It was Xu's mother who couldn't see it, and ordered him a bowl of beef noodles. Seeing the boy's thin body, she felt so distressed.

When Lu Tingfeng came back at night, he couldn't see He Yang, so he asked Mama Xu where he was.

Xu's mother told him that He Yang was not feeling well and went back to his room to rest early.

And Lu Tingfeng would not believe such nonsense, so he put down his car keys after changing his slippers, and went to the utility room.

Because it was the first floor, and because there was no heating in the utility room, Lu Tingfeng opened He Yang's room with force, and felt the cold air coming towards him.

He Yang was lying on a bed made of two wide and long stools. When he heard the deafening knock on the door, his heart couldn't help but he opened his eyes and got up slowly.

Looking up, he saw a tall figure standing in front of him, with a gloomy face, staring at He Yang coldly.

"Don't try to dismiss me with uncomfortable reasons. Don't want to sleep until I come back. Now get up and put the bath water for me."

He Yang got up silently, walked around Lu Tingfeng and went upstairs.

Entering the bathroom, he turned on the faucet, tested the water temperature, and stared blankly at the water filling the bathtub.

Suddenly a voice came from behind, he was startled, and turned around to see Lu Ting and Fengyang walking in.

Lu Tingfeng lazily rubbed his neck and began to unbutton his shirt.

Seeing this, He Yang said, "I'll go out first."

Lu Tingfeng grabbed his waist and held him in his arms: "Wash with me."

He Yang couldn't understand Lu Tingfeng's behavior at all. He obviously hated him so much that he didn't even want to give up his child. How could he pretend that nothing happened in the next second and hug him so intimately.

"Don't you hate me?" He Yang asked.

"Men always have needs, so what if I can't see your face? What's more, you... are still my wife."

He Yang was very ironic when he heard the word "wife" from his mouth.

With a wry smile, he still pushed Lu Tingfeng away, "But I don't want to."

Lu Tingfeng sneered, pinched He Yang's chin, and said, "Oh? Looks like we didn't agree on money. I'll sleep with you tonight. How about a tip of [-]?"

The tone was very frivolous, like teasing a woman who came out to sell.

For He Yang, it was a particularly big insult.

He Yang suddenly realized that he was tired and didn't even have the desire to continue arguing with Lu Tingfeng. He finally left the bathroom without saying a word.

Although his voice came from behind: "Wait for me in my room."

He still didn't respond.

Lu Tingfeng came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, with wet hair sticking to his scalp, and a towel wrapped around his lower body.

His eyes looked around the room, but he couldn't see He Yang's figure, and his anger suddenly rose.

He found that this person was very different from when he was together in the first year. In the past, He Yang was hard-working towards him, obedient and obedient, and willing to do laundry and make clothes. Every night, he would turn on a lamp to wait for him to come home from get off work.

But now, she was against him everywhere, unwilling to divorce and sharp-tongued.

And whenever he thought of the bloody side of Zhao Libing falling from the second floor, his heart was filled with irrepressible anger and hatred.

He Yang lay back on the small bed, and was woken up again by Lu Tingfeng, who dragged him off the bed and wanted to do something wrong on the cold floor.

He Yang's pupils dilated in fright, and he struggled to push Lu Tingfeng away.

"Let go of me, Lu Tingfeng."

Lu Tingfeng clamped He Yang's slender wrists with one hand, while with the other hand he tore open He Yang's pajamas, and took off He Yang's pajama pants and underwear.

He Yang was ashamed and angry, and kicked and shoved him.

"Lu Tingfeng, let me go, let go, I'm not a woman like yours who just takes money and fucks casually."

"Hmph, He Yang, don't take my grandfather's 500 million and pretend to be a chaste man here. Don't forget, we are a legal couple. Even if I want you, so what?"

"let me go----"

"I hate you, Lu Tingfeng—"

"Oh? Really? Then hate together, hate each other."

Regardless of his struggle, one leg squeezed his legs apart, and the other stood up, forcefully piercing him, the pain, the pain that was torn open like the first night, extended from the lower body all the way to the limbs, reaching every pore.

His lack of pity is like facing a puppet without a soul, there is no tenderness, no pity, only incomparable pain.

"It hurts," he still couldn't help but yelled out in a low voice.

But the man on his body only wanted to vent his animal desires, and didn't talk to He Yang at all.

Fortunately, he came only once tonight, and after he finished, he got up and left with 1 yuan.

He didn't care about the limp He Yang lying on the cold floor.