The dumb wife died with hatred, and she was not obedient after rebirth

As Ling Zhao stirred the pot of soup, she thought about the man she had rescued from the lake.

He was completely unaware that Huo Yixiu was approaching from behind.

"You went through so much trouble to call me all the way from South City, just to let me drink this pot of soup that I can't tell what it is?"

The man's low and cold voice was tired and sounded angry.

Ling Zhao came back to his senses and glanced at the soup in the pot.

The fish soup she cooked has now had its bones and flesh separated, and it is really impossible to tell what it is.

Just like her previous life, she was imprisoned and separated from her family.

Ling Zhao paused, put down the soup spoon, turned to face the man and gestured: [I thought you wouldn't come, so I just made some. ]

Her smile was forced, a little aggrieved, and a little perfunctory, as if she didn't care much.

A wooden mute, but with rich emotions.

The man was very unhappy at first, but when he thought of her recent transformation, he suddenly became interested.

He pinched her chin and stared at her face. His tired and hoarse voice sounded a little lazy: "Do you think you're so sad that you don't even want to cook because I'm not coming?"

In order to win his appetite, this woman's favorite thing to do is to delve into kitchen matters, and she cooks three meals a day in different ways to please him.

But now he is becoming more and more lazy and careless. Even though the soup is obviously ruined, he puts the blame on him.

Just put the blame on him. It actually made him not angry, but even a little guilty.

Ling Zhao nodded calmly, his big, clear eyes reflecting his figure.

Today is our third wedding anniversary.

In her previous life, she waited for him for a day and a night in this B&B.

I spent the whole afternoon preparing the food, but I didn't eat a single bite of it. I watched it go bad bit by bit and finally ended up in the trash.

Not only did this man not come, he didn't even call or send her a message.

Then she received a call from his female secretary, asking her to go back alone.

After living a new life, Ling Zhao no longer had the desire to please him, but she didn't book a homestay, so her best friend booked it for her, and it was the same homestay as in her previous life, so that she could prepare well for her anniversary.

"...You and Huo Yixiu have been married for so long and you don't have a child. What are you going to do in the future? His secretary has been with him in starting a business for so many years, and she's not married or in a relationship, just to become his right-hand man? Don't be silly... Zhao Zhao, how are you going to live if you leave the Huo family? Even if you can't hold a man's heart, you have to have a child to tie him down!"

Ling Zhao looked at the man.

In terms of career, he started his own business at a young age, and in just seven years he became a rising star in the business world and joined the upper class of South City. Last year, he was named one of the top ten outstanding young people and top ten excellent entrepreneurs in the country.

Few people can receive these two honors before the age of thirty.

In terms of appearance, Huo Yixiu is not inferior to any top star. His figure is comparable to that of a male model. He is a walking poster, but he does not have the feminine air of the entertainment industry.

His facial features were as if carved by a knife, with long eyebrows, sharp eyes, a high nose and thin lips, and he looked very heroic.

But it is also a heartless face.

My bestie was wrong.

In her previous life, she gave birth to a beautiful daughter, but because she was mute, her daughter was taken away from her and given to that woman to raise on the grounds that she could not teach the child to speak.

Until her death, she never saw her daughter again.

When Ling Zhao thought of his previous life, he felt a chill running down his spine.

Huo Yixiu felt goose bumps suddenly appear under his fingertips and frowned slightly: "What do you mean? You can't even touch me?"

She used to do everything she could to seduce him into her bed, but lately she has stopped doing that. Not only is she not actively cooking, but she has also started dressing in a style he doesn't like.

Thinking of this, the man tilted his head slightly and glanced at the clothes she was wearing.

Under the apron is a simple cotton round-neck skirt, not from any luxury brand.

She used to like wearing luxury brands, fearing that others would not know that she could not stand bumps. In the words of her best friend, she could not talk, and it was better to wear expensive clothes, so as not to have conflicts with others and ask you to solve them for her.

It’s not that Huo Yixiu can’t afford luxury brands, it’s just that the clothes she wears look so weird that people don’t want to take a second look at her.

Unlike this floral dress, which makes her look as refreshing and pleasant as a wild chrysanthemum.

Thinking of this, the man raised his eyebrows. It’s not a luxury brand?

His eyes rested on her collarbone.

Although the thin and small bone is half covered by the apron, it can't hide the charming charm. The tiny beads of sweat on the sweat hair are shiny and adorable.

The man's hand moved from her chin to slide along her collarbone, as if he had obtained some interesting toy.

Ling Zhao felt the sudden change in his eyes and suppressed his discomfort.

Even if I really want to stay away from him, now is not the time to turn against him.

From the moment she was adopted by the Huo family, her world revolved around him and she had no contact with the outside world.

My best friend was right about one thing: she doesn’t have the ability to live independently.

At least not yet.

Ling Zhao swallowed his saliva, took a step back, and moved his body away from his fingertips. He raised his hand and gestured: [I can’t drink the fish soup anymore. Let’s eat something else. ]

She hadn't prepared for him to come, and she just didn't want to waste her best friend's kindness.

The fish soup was still bubbling, and the flavor was already very strong.

After Ling Zhao finished making gestures with him, he turned around and suddenly felt a tightness around his waist.

The man's big hand grasped her slender waist, his hard body pressed against her: "Why are you hiding? You just want me to have sex with you. You called me here to celebrate your wedding anniversary, don't you want me to have sex with you?"

Ling Zhao bit his lip.

After three years of marriage, they had sex very rarely, and it was only when his mother-in-law urged him to have a child that he was willing to go to her bedroom.

In this life, Ling Zhao no longer wants to have a child and trap himself for the rest of his life.

She struggled a bit, trying to turn around and tell him that she didn't, but his hand lifted up her skirt and his big hand moved along her leg and inside.

Ling Zhao got goosebumps again. She shook her head, pushed his attack away with her small hands, and avoided him with her body.

Huo Yixiu looked at the goose bumps that appeared on her skin. Her fair skin turned pink in an instant and she sweated even more.

Her slender legs swung back and hooked around his legs, like mating snakes.

The upper part of my body was resisting and saying no, but my lower part was a liar.

Huo Yixiu has never been a pleasure-seeking person, and he became increasingly interested in this little mute who seemed to be a wooden spirit.

……

Ling Zhao opened her lips, and tried to raise her head, then lowered it with all her strength. At this moment, she was like a fish washed ashore by the waves, half in the water and half on the dry shore.

She tried to break free from the man's grasp, but was dragged back by him.

The soup pot was still emitting small bubbles, the steam was rising, and her body was about to catch fire.

All her strength was put into her arms that were supporting the sink. She turned to look at the man behind her, her lips moving as she said something silently.

The man didn't care what she wanted to say, and held her smooth body tightly: "Lie down, don't move."

A drop of sweat fell onto her smooth back, blending with her fragrant sweat and gathering in the groove of her waist.

He was dressed neatly, but she was naked in an apron.

Ling Zhao was extremely ashamed.

But it made him feel aroused and he began to indulge himself.

The cell phone rang suddenly, startling Ling Zhao and he looked at his phone.

It's his phone number.

He is a workaholic and will definitely answer the phone.

Ling Zhao just hoped that he would stop this nonsense, answer the phone and leave quickly, but he didn't expect that the man would answer the phone while moving.

"…Yeah, just arrived."