my billionaire ex-husband

Feng Yixuan endured the cramping pain in his heart, and replied quietly: "Where are you going?"

"I don't know, what he said...is weird, I...can't understand..." Lin Kewei opened her eyes wide, "He said he wanted to see me for the last time. But I... refused...Yixuan, you Don't be unhappy..."

last side?

"What else did he say?"

"He said he would leave immediately." Lin Kewei said sadly, "Where is he going?" [

Feng Yixuan took the phone and played the recording

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In the dark night, the door of the villa was locked tightly, and there was no light in the dark hole.

Lin Kewei stood tremblingly at the door, slamming on the door vigorously: "Feng Chengling, Feng Chengling, Feng Chengling... I'm here, I'm here to meet you, Feng Chengling... Come out, Feng Chengling"

Not a sound.

Feng Yixuan pulled her away and kicked the door hard with his feet.

But the door was so tight that it didn't budge even after being kicked countless times.

In desperation, Feng Yixuan climbed up to the carved door and turned to go in, immediately causing the siren of the anti-theft door to blare loudly.

"Yixuan, open the door, I want to go in too, let me in!"

His legs were shaking, his shoulders were shaking too.

On that call, she didn't understand what Feng Chengling meant to die?How could he die, he wouldn't die!

But when Feng Yixuan conjectured, she was so frightened that she nearly passed out.

The first floor is a Japanese-style wooden door, which Feng Yixuan kicked open with just two kicks.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom...

With two more kicks, he kicked open the bathroom door, Feng Yixuan turned on the light, gasped in shock at the sight in front of him, and took a few steps back.

In the bathtub, Feng Chengling's body was stiff, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

The cut on the wrist was still bleeding, and the bathtub was soaked in a dazzling bright red.

As soon as Lin Kewei rushed in, she was dizzy for a while, and she grabbed Feng Yixuan's sleeve tightly, like a drowning person grabbing the last straw that can survive in his life.

"Is... is he dead?" [

Feng Yixuan stepped forward to check Feng Chengling's breath, then touched his body, it was still soft and warm...he was still alive.