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

"Zhao Zhao?" Fan Wenxin stood up, staring at the woman who suddenly appeared, his heart pounding.

It’s the middle of the night, this is so scary!

Huo Yixiu stared at Ling Zhao.

There was no expression on her face. She was looking at them coldly and indifferently, her eyes full of resentment.

Huo Yixiu had never believed in anything about souls or ghosts before, and he still didn't believe in it until he was reborn.

At this moment, looking at Ling Zhao standing outside the window like a ghost, he began to imagine whether she had also been looking at him quietly like this after she died in her previous life.

Did it appear in his dreams every day, making him unable to sleep peacefully every night, making him feel like an ant is drilling into his heart every night, making him feel lost every day without knowing what he has lost...

After staring at each other through the window for a few seconds, the man suddenly stood up and walked over, opened the window completely, and said sternly: "Since you are back, what are you doing standing outside, are you a ghost?"

In the past, Huo Yixiu could be cold, intimidating, or furious towards Ling Zhao, but he had never spoken to her in such a harsh tone.

Fan Wenxin watched as Huo Yixiu walked toward the front door, walked out, strode toward the motionless Ling Zhao, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her into the house.

It was like a parent who, after finding a lost child, feels relieved, then becomes angry and annoyed again, wanting to hit her a few times and tell her not to wander around. He is so strict and panic-stricken.

Fan Wenxin quietly clenched her fingers, her eyes only on Huo Yixiu.

Huo Yixiu looked Ling Zhao up and down, and even glanced at the shadow behind her. He gripped her shoulders tightly with his big hands, as if he wanted to crush her bones, or as if he was confirming something.

Ling Zhao only knew that he had a bad attitude, but Huo Yixiu was thinking that it was not a soul, not a ghost.

It’s someone whose body temperature you can actually touch and feel.

Facing Ling Zhao's frowning and disdainful eyes, he came back to his senses, frowned, lowered his arms, and his attitude turned cold: "Have you had enough of the store? Are you willing to come back?"

Ling Zhao gave him a cold look and his gaze fell on Fan Wenxin behind him.

Oh, why are you feeling guilty?

Facing Ling Zhao, Fan Wenxin did not feel guilty or panicked at all for being alone with a man and a woman in the same room in the middle of the night. She was just jealous.

Ling Zhao's appearance was just to remind her that she was the hostess of this villa, and all this had nothing to do with her, Fan Wenxin!

"Zhao Zhao, you're back so late. After you opened the store, you didn't care about the family affairs or Yi Xiu. Do you know what happened in the company?"

Ling Zhao didn't want to pay any attention to this couple, but Fan Wenxin took the initiative to offend her, and if she ignored her, it would seem that she was too easy to bully.

[Secretary Fan, how many times have I told you to call me Mrs. Huo? If you want to change your mind...] She glanced at Huo Yixiu and said, [We'll talk about it when you get promoted.]

[Also, I am not from your company. I am just a person with the title of Mrs. Huo. Should I know about the company's affairs?] She stared at Huo Yixiu, [Did you tell me anything?]

Her gaze was sharp and without any emotion, as if she was looking at an rude passerby who had stepped on her foot.

Huo Yixiu's eyes darkened: "Ling Zhao, you still know that you are Mrs. Huo. You can't be mean to my wife. Don't keep calling her Secretary Fan. She is my person, please respect her when you speak to her."

Ling Zhao stared at the man in a daze.

Is she mine?

Haha, I finally said it.

Curling his lips sarcastically, Ling Zhao turned and walked away.

Yes, Fan Wenxin is his, and this villa also belongs to him.

He let her live here just to put on a show for others. Now that people believe that Mr. Huo dotes on his wife, she should stand aside wisely. He let Fan Wenxin come in, and she couldn't say anything, but had to greet him with a smile.

Ling Zhao returned to the room in a few steps.

Her heart was dead. She thought all the functions of her body were becoming as emotionless as machines, without joy, anger or sadness. But it turned out that her tear glands still had human perception.

She touched the cold water stain on her cheek and could only take a deep breath, waiting for her tears to flow away and completely turn into a machine.

Downstairs, Fan Wenxin was ecstatic because of Huo Yixiu's words "my person".

She looked at the man with passionate eyes: "Yi Xiu, what did you just say?"

Huo Yixiu retracted his gaze towards the stairs, his eyes calm and unperturbed: "You have always been my right-hand man."

Fan Wenxin's passionate eyes suddenly froze there. She looked at him expectantly. What else?

Huo Yixiu didn't say anything else, bent down and took the car keys: "It's too late now, I'll take you home."

Fan Wenxin stood under the lamp without moving an inch.

Huo Yixiu stood at the door and turned to look at her. Fan Wenxin bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

She didn't want to cry, but her emotions were rising and falling so much that she couldn't control it.

"Yi Xiu, was I too loud to you just now? Was I too strong? Do you think I'm not gentle enough?"

Huo Yixiu frowned and pursed his thin lips into a line.

Fan Wenxin didn't want to leave. She sat down and sobbed.

Huo Yixiu could only turn back. Fan Wenxin cried in a restrained and aggrieved voice. "I didn't want to be so loud with you. I was just doing it for work. We used to argue about work, and we always got red in the face. You always coaxed me afterwards, bought me drinks, and bought me the snacks I liked."

"But since when have I become just your right-hand man?"

She looked up, her eyes red: "Because of Zhao Zhao?"

The next words that came to her lips were not spoken because she pinched her palms hard with her nails.

She wanted to ask, when can she become Mrs. Huo? Is he in love with Ling Zhao? Does he no longer have feelings for her?

But she didn't dare.

She was afraid that once she asked, his answer would make her lose hope.

She can't give up this man no matter what!

Huo Yixiu frowned: "Wen Xin..."

Fan Wenxin interrupted him: "I know she is your wife, she can't leave you now. You can't let her leave the Huo family now."

"When the company is completely stable, we'll talk about everything then." She picked up her bag and walked out quickly, refusing to let Huo Yixiu see her off.

Ling Zhao looked at the bright car lights crossing the night sky, thinking that Huo Yixiu had left, so he opened the door and almost bumped into Huo Yixiu.

He frowned and looked at her: "Where are you going now?"

Ling Zhao's hand was still on the door handle. She was about to close the door when she saw him, but the man held the door tightly and refused to let go. She was not as strong as him, so she let go of the door handle and moved sideways over his body.

If he came in, she would go out.

Huo Yixiu hooked her arm and stared at her coldly. Ling Zhao endured it and turned back to glare at him.

[I betrayed your company's interests, why do you keep me here? Aren't you afraid that I will leak your secrets again? ]

[Junhai Technology’s secrets are very valuable. If I sell a few of them, can I make a small profit? ]