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

Huo Yixiu seemed not to see her sign language and just looked at her angry eyes.

Her eyes are red.

Have you cried?

Even when Fan Wenxin cried, he didn't feel anything. Why did he feel so uncomfortable when he saw her red eyes, as if the feeling of ants gnawing at his heart from his previous life had come back again.

Huo Yixiu was slightly distracted.

Ling Zhao looked at his dazed face and suddenly sneered.

What she said just now made Fan Wenxin unhappy, and he felt distressed.

Fan Wenxin left, and he felt like he had lost his soul.

The word divorce came to her lips, she moved her fingers, and then she remembered Huo Yixiu's strong attitude on this matter every time, so she didn't bring it up again this time.

Mr. Huo needs his mute wife to be a respectable person.

It’s just that his beloved was wronged because they couldn’t live under the same roof openly.

No wonder Huo Yixiu got angry when she was rude to Fan Wenxin.

Ling Zhao curled the corners of his lips wordlessly and walked towards the stairs.

Huo Yixiu turned around and asked for the second time: "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

Ling Zhao looked at him sarcastically: [Selling your company's core secrets, do you want to go with me to see it? ]

The man's face darkened and he gritted his teeth: "Ling Zhao!"

Ling Zhao was silent for a moment, and all the tough expressions such as sarcasm and sharpness disappeared from his face, leaving only indifference.

[Wen Mingrui is on duty tonight, I want to go see him and talk about Professor Tong. Huo Yixiu, you promised me that you would not stop me from seeing a doctor.]

She agreed to continue being Mrs. Huo, and Huo Yixiu also promised to continue treating her throat. Ling Zhao just wanted to do something that was good for him, provided that he didn't change his mind.

Instead of wasting time on his suspicion of her and the emotional triangle with Fan Wenxin.

Except for sudden illness, almost no normal person would go to the hospital in the middle of the night.

The good thing is that there are fewer people, so it's still very quiet when the hospital is not busy.

Ling Zhao drove out and passed by a small stall on the roadside. He stopped and bought two midnight snacks.

Wen Mingrui told her not to go to the office and to eat in the small park in the hospital.

Wen Mingrui said that there is wind and stars outside, and no smell of disinfectant, which is suitable for eating midnight snacks and gaining weight.

Ling Zhao looked at him stretching his long legs, tearing off a piece of saury in one bite, and licking his lips.

What a delicious fish! The owner of the barbecue stall said that his specialty is saury.

She suspected that Wen Mingrui said she couldn't eat spicy food so that he could eat so much fish alone.

Ling Zhao glanced at the three-fresh wontons in his hand, and there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.

[When is Professor Tong free? Has the patient in Beicheng not been cured yet? ]

[Have you told him that I want to schedule an appointment with him for my next surgery? I can accept whatever his team charges.]

Wen Mingrui paused. No matter how delicious the fish was, he was just pretending to like it.

Professor Tong explicitly rejected him. He did not tell Ling Zhaoming about this, only saying that he had several important patients and was currently busy.

Ling Zhao looked at his drooping hand and the remaining half of the fish, and began to panic.

She tugged at his sleeve, forcing Wen Mingrui to look at her: [What happened? ]

Wen Mingrui was about to speak but stopped. Ling Zhao was anxious and used large gestures: [You are driving me crazy. Tell me Professor Tong's address in North City. I will go find him myself!]

"Ling Zhao, Professor Tong said he won't take your call."

Ling Zhao's eyes widened: [Why? Didn't he say he could cure my illness? ]

Wen Mingrui's lips moved, hesitating between telling her the real reason and hiding it.

How much does she remember about her childhood?

What are her feelings towards Huo Weiyang?

Ling Zhao looked anxious and almost knocked over the wontons on the chair. She gestured anxiously with her fingers: [Wen Mingrui, am I still your friend? Or did you lie to me because Professor Tong has not been contacted at all? ]

Some people like to brag, saying they are very familiar with so-and-so and have a good relationship with him/her, but in the end they can't do anything.

She believed in Wen Mingrui so much and looked forward to the hope he would bring!

Ling Zhao was so anxious that she almost cried. It was only for the sake of her own illness that she agreed to a truce with Huo Yixiu and endured it in silence.

Wen Mingrui looked at her red eyes, gently held her wrist, and asked her to sit back on the bench. He smiled awkwardly and asked her, "Ling Zhao, is your relationship with the Huo family not so good?"

Ling Zhao was stunned, and her subconscious reaction was that Huo Yixiu had lied to her.

He said that he would allow her to receive treatment, but in fact he did not allow Professor Tong to treat her at all.

His father damaged her throat, leaving her disabled for life. If Professor Tong cured her illness, it would show that his father was an incompetent doctor who was seeking fame and ruined a girl's throat in vain.

This is a scandal that cannot be tolerated for the Huo family, which is at its peak!

Ling Zhao clenched his palms tightly, hating Huo Yixiu in his heart.

When we returned to Jinxi Garden, the sky was dark, like a heavy curtain, covering the sky and the moon.

Only a few lonely street lamps were left on.

Ling Zhao entered the door by pressing his fingerprint. The room was better than outside.

It is indeed a luxury house. The lights are on even in the middle of the night, so you don’t have to grope in the dark or worry about falling.

Ling Zhao was in a heavy mood as he walked upstairs in the dim light. He paused and suddenly turned back to the kitchen. When he came back, he was holding a knife in his hand.

The light suddenly became so bright that she had to raise her hand to block the light.

The man's cold voice sounded: "What are you doing with the knife?"

Only then did Ling Zhao notice Huo Yixiu sitting on the sofa.

He wasn't sleeping?

Are you waiting for her to come back?

Looking at the unshaven man with blue eyes, Ling Zhao was a little stunned for a moment.

In his previous life, whenever he came home late, she would always wait for him like this.

She was afraid that he might get into trouble on the way, or that he was hungry, so she always did something for him. Seeing him come back safely, even if it was just a sip of water she handed over, or just holding his coat, she felt satisfied and fulfilled.

At that time, she really revolved around him. Her heart and eyes were filled with him. She couldn't see herself or others.

Now the roles have been reversed, but what is he thinking while waiting?

Or maybe, he wasn't actually waiting for her, he was just worried and couldn't sleep.

While she was stunned, Huo Yixiu had walked up to her without her knowing. He took away her knife, and when Ling Zhao came to her senses, she saw the tip of the knife pointed at her, and she took a step back in panic.

There was a staircase behind her. Her heel hit the step and she fell down, fear in her eyes.

Huo Yixiu looked at her frightened expression, and for a moment, his heart suffocated.

What was she thinking? Did she think he was going to kill her?

The man's face darkened and he threw the knife away.

There was a clang, the crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

Ling Zhao looked at the fallen knife, then looked at Huo Yixiu, his fingers still tightly gripping the stair railing, full of vigilance.

"You took the knife yourself, are you afraid of me?"