Wife contract has expired: want to remarry, no way!

Tang Wanliang put the picture on the tea table in the living room and went upstairs to take a bath.

Black Bentley drives into Hanyuan. Han Jingchu has little expectation. What is that woman doing now? The handsome man smiled at the corners of his mouth.

Walking into the hall, Han Jingchu put on his slippers.

"Aunt Fang, what is that woman doing?"

"Young master, madam is upstairs. She is probably taking a bath." Aunt Fang replied.

Han Jingchu asked aunt Fang to go back to her room to have a rest, picked up a glass of ice water, walked to the sofa and sat down, and scanned the photos on the tea table.

This woman took these photos all day.

The man's hand holding the cup emptied a finger and contemptuously planed the photos on the table.

Suddenly, a picture aroused the man's idea.

Han Jingchu put the water cup, picked up the photo and looked closer. The next second, he raised the photo and smashed it on the tea table. His anger immediately filled his chest.

"Tang Wanliang!" The man roared in the direction of the second floor.

Tang Wanliang, who had just taken a bath and had not had time to blow her hair, heard the sound and hurried downstairs barefoot, "what's the matter?"

The woman's hair was wet and scattered on her shoulders, and her apricot eyes stared round. The situation was unknown.

Han Jingchu grabbed the photos on the tea table and glared at Tang Wanliang with black eyes. "Tang Wanliang, are you really so cheap in your bones!"

Tang Wanliang had never seen Han Jingchu so angry. A deep "Chuan" was twisted out of the center of the two strong sword eyebrows.

"What's the matter with me?" Tang Wanliang still doesn't know what happened.

Han Jingchu came over, pinched the woman's neck and glared at each other: "You cheap woman, a real cheap woman, I'm out of my sight."

With that, he threw Tang Wanliang away. Tang Wanliang's knee hit the corner of the sofa hard, causing pain.

The man went out without looking back.

Tang Wanliang was left alone, desperate to stay in such a big hall.

Tang Wanliang looked at the photos on the tea table. The group photo of her and Lu Xuechang was rubbed out of shape.

It turned out that he still thought that Tang Wanliang was hooking and luring Lu Xuechang, or that she was the kind of woman who was free, debauchery and cheap——

"Ha ha." Tang Wanliang's tears whirled, his fingers inserted into his hair, and his tears fell down.

Once again, her heart seemed to fall from a high altitude and fell into the abyss again.

Tang Wan got up numbly, went to the wine cellar, grabbed a bottle of Raffi, opened it, and filled it with Gudong. The more he thought about it, the more sad he was.

She can even give him life. Why does he never really believe her!

Why do you pay so much, and finally you don't even have a trust, the least trust? Is this the price of falling in love with a man you shouldn't love?

Tang Wanliang had no tolerance for alcohol at all. After a few mouthfuls, she was drunk unconscious.

When Aunt Fang saw the light at the door of the wine cellar on, she hurried in and found the young grandmother drunk and paralyzed on the ground. She hurried to help her back to the master bedroom.

In the soft quilt, Han Jingchu's breath is full. Although Tang Wanliang is drunk, his smell is not drunk.

Half awake and half dreaming, she dreamed of her big brother when she first met in the orphanage when she was a child.

Vaguely conscious, she cried with tears: "big brother, big brother..."

I don't know how long it took to wake up. Tang Wanliang had a sharp pain in his head because of his hangover.

She struggled to get up and look for her cell phone, but found herself in the master bedroom.

What happened last night?

Tang Wanliang held his forehead, frowned and went downstairs.

"Young grandma, are you awake?" Aunt Fang said with concern, "last night you were drunk in the wine cellar, and I sent you back to your room."

It was aunt Fang, not... Tang Wanliang felt a little lost, but smiled bitterly. She almost thought he had sent her back to the room.

"Young grandma, drink this bowl of sobering soup first." Aunt Fang handed me a bowl of sober soup.

"Thank you, aunt Fang." After drinking the sober soup, Tang Wanliang silently walked back to his room.

She took a final look at the layout of the room, as if she wanted to remember it deeply.

However, such days should end early. Leave this place and stop dreaming.

Tang Wanliang smiled bitterly, packed up her low heart, took out her suitcase and began to pack up one by one.

She packed her clothes, books and nothing else in the room belonged to her.

At the moment, she is like a guest here. It's time to go.

After packing up, Tang Wanliang walked out of the hall of Hanyuan villa. Aunt Fang didn't notice Tang Wanliang and ironed Han Jingchu's clothes in the laundry.

Tang Wanliang stood in the yard and looked back at the gorgeous villa like a castle. He would think of himself a year ago with tears, but now he also left with tears.

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Han Jingchu returned home early the next morning.

He didn't notice Tang Wanliang's departure and went straight back to his room. He passed by the second bedroom and felt uneasy inexplicably.

The man frowned. This kind of woman has nothing to sympathize with. The man snorted contemptuously.

But I didn't hear anything about the second bedroom until noon. Han Jingchu couldn't help rushing into the second bedroom, "you lazy woman, what time do you want to sleep in my house!"

But the big room was empty and everything was neatly placed.

Han Jingchu pulled open the door of the closet.

"Bang -"

With too much force, the door bounced back and the clothes in the closet were swept away.

The man's heart pulled and rushed downstairs, "aunt Fang! Where's the dead woman! "

"Young master, what's the matter? Isn't grandma still in the bedroom? " Aunt Fang said as she nervously wiped her hands with her apron.

Han Jingchu hurried to the door and was replaced by anger in his chest.

This dead woman, if you find her, she's dead!

Tang Wanliang walked aimlessly in the street with a big suitcase. For fear of being recognized, he brought a cap and sunglasses.

Her life is ridiculous. Not only is there no peace, but also her right to appear in public is deprived. What a sad thing.

She must not sink into the man she shouldn't love.

The summer thunderstorm came soon. In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the big rain "Shua -" poured down.

Caught off guard, Tang Wanliang dragged her heavy suitcase and staggered into the eaves of a coffee shop.

Looking outside, the pouring rain fell to the ground. Tang Wanliang's eyes were astringent, covered his mouth, and tears fell on the back of his hands.

The passers-by in a hurry couldn't help looking at the depressed woman.

Tang Wanliang squatted down and hid next to her suitcase.

On the other side of Jiangcheng, a black Bentley galloped in the rain, and the anger in the eyes of the man in the car seemed to gush out.

Where is Tang Wanliang, a dead woman!

Han Jingchu was so angry that he hit the steering wheel hard.

Although there was fire in my heart, I still anxiously swept both sides of the road to look for the figure of the woman.

In the car phone, I dialed the woman's phone again and again.

"Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off..." I don't know how many times I have received this reply.

Han Jingchu's anger has reached irresistible.

There may be only this woman in the world who can make him so irrational.

The rain didn't seem to stop. The thunder rumbled, like tearing the gray sky in half.

There are fewer and fewer people on the road.

Under a black umbrella, a pair of legs with trousers stood in front of Tang Wanliang.

Tang Wanliang felt the light darken, pitifully raised her head, and Lu Yunshen's face came into her eyes.

"Lu Xuechang..." Tang Wanliang quickly wiped away his tears and squeezed out a smile.

"Wan Liang, why do you always make people so heartache?" Lu Yun looked at Tang Wanliang deeply and said.

When Tang Wanliang heard this sentence, the softest place in her heart seemed to be pierced, and her eyes couldn't help exuding full tears.

"Come on, come back with me." Lu Yunshen gentlemanly extended a hand.

However, the next moment, a murderous figure quickly approached.

"Bang -" a sound.

A fist suddenly fell on Lu Yunshen's face. Lu Yunshen fell into the rain with an umbrella.

Unwilling to show weakness, Lu Yunshen stood up and grabbed Han Jingchu's collar.

In the pouring rain, the two men's hair ends were hung with crystal clear drops of water.

"Han Jingchu! I've endured you once. This time, I won't tolerate you again! " Lu Yunshen's tone was also firm and persistent.

Han Jingchu pushed Lu Yunshen away. "My woman doesn't need outsiders to intervene!"

"Have you ever asked Wanliang how she feels? Is she happy! Think about how many days she has been happy with you! What did you give her? " Lu Yunshen responded impolitely.

"In any case, I don't need you to intervene!" Han Jingchu looked with a knife.

"OK, can we let Wan Liangxuan respect her decision?" Lu Yunshen looked at Tang Wanliang affectionately again.

Han Jingchu was silent, but his fists were tightly clenched together.

Tang Wanliang was frightened by the fight in front of him. She looked at Lu Yunshen and Han Jingchu, and walked silently and involuntarily between the two men.

But her eyes finally settled on Han Jingchu.

Tang Wanliang's heart ached. She just stood in the rain and looked at Han Jingchu.

She didn't know what Han Jingchu was thinking, why he abused her like that, and came back to find her. The man in front of her was so familiar, but so strange.

The last second, as if in heaven, as if the end of time. The next second, he fell into hell, flesh and blood.

However, she was so nostalgic for the man's arms.

"Wan liang?" Lu Yunshen interrupted Tang Wanliang's thoughts and drew her sight back from Han Jingchu.

At this time, a big hand wildly grabbed Tang Wanliang's wrist.

Whether she wanted it or not, he took her, dragged her luggage with the other hand, and angrily threw the woman and her luggage into the car.

"Click -" the door was locked, the black Bentley started and gradually disappeared into the rain.

Lu Yunshen stood where he was, looked painfully at the drifting black Bentley, and kicked over the black umbrella lying on the ground.

In the black Bentley, they were silent. The air seemed to solidify and full of gunpowder. It was like a spark that would explode.