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

"Boss Huo, you can't take revenge on my child because of that incident, right? After all, we are partners. How can you ignore your wife and bully your child at the same time?"

"This is not something that the wise and powerful President Huo can do."

Huo Yixiu's already ugly expression became even gloomier.

He didn't do anything, but he got blamed again.

The man moved his toes slightly, facing Qin Zhan, his teeth clenched, and he squeezed out words from between his teeth: "Mr. Qin is used to being a hands-off young master, irresponsible, and pushing everything onto others. He doesn't discipline his children, but leaves them to others to take care of. If they make mistakes, he should accept the punishment even if he is scolded a few times."

Qin Zhan put his big hand on Qin Xie's round head, stroking it in circles from time to time. Qin Xie stopped crying at this time. He opened his tearful eyes and pricked up his ears to listen to how Qin Zhan was going to deal with this man.

Qin Zhan laughed: "No matter what the Qin family's children do, the Qin family will back them up. Besides, I asked Ling Zhao to look after the children. What does it have to do with Mr. Huo?"

Huo Yixiu's teeth muscles bulged: "The Ling Zhao you are talking about, her identity is Mrs. Huo. Do you think she has anything to do with me?"

He glanced at Qin Xie coldly and raised his chin high: "This child lacks maternal love. Master Qin should find another woman for him, or is Master Qin irresponsible and planning to give the child to the Huo family?"

Qin Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips and said nothing.

But the atmosphere changed.

Ling Zhao had sensed his abnormality, not to mention Huo Yixiu. He frowned slightly and looked at Qin Zhan in confusion.

After a few seconds, Qin Zhan sneered and said nonchalantly, "There is a saying that the more you lack something, the more you want it. Mr. Huo labels himself as 'responsible'. I wonder if it is because the Huo family has a tradition of irresponsibility that he has established such a personality."

Huo Yixiu frowned and asked coldly, "What do you mean?"

Qin Zhan pulled the corner of his lips, covered Qin Xie's fluffy hair with his big hand and shook it gently, and said in a calm voice: "We should go home."

Having said this, he took the child's hand and walked away.

Ling Zhao looked at Qin Zhan in confusion as he left, still thinking about his words.

How could you say something like that for no reason?

Seeing Ling Zhao still looking at the backs of Qin Zhan and his son, Huo Yixiu became even more angry: "Everyone has left. Do you want me to call them back for you?"

Ling Zhao looked at him. The man took off his coat with a cold face and sat on the chair with a tired look on his face: "Go get the medicine box."

Ling Zhao saw the blood oozing from his arm, pursed his lips, and took the medicine box.

The man's hands hung limply, and the blood on his sleeves spread even more. But he just stared at Ling Zhao with an unfriendly look.

Ling Zhao put the medicine box on the table. The man said coldly, "You did a good thing, so you don't care?"

Ling Zhao wanted to say that if she was sick, she should go to the hospital, and she would never be kind again. At this time, passers-by passed by and looked into the store curiously.

Ling Zhao stood up to hang up the rest sign and walked back. The man was still staring at her.

She pressed her lips together and silently unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves.

The wound, which had been stitched, had split open, and blood was gushing out, flowing down his arm, looking horrifying.

Ling Zhao's hands trembled slightly, he bit his lips tightly, and found a cotton ball from the medicine box to wipe the wound.

It seemed like the blood could not be wiped away. As soon as I wiped it off, new blood would flow out.

Her eyes were red.

She remembered something that happened long, long ago.

It was something from the previous life.

At that time, Huo Yixiu was a teenager. He came back from school with wounds all over his body. He hid in his room and didn't want to be seen. But she saw him.

She climbed out of the window to the balcony of his room and saw that he looked like a wounded little animal, curled up at the foot of the bed, hugging his knees and crying secretly.

His forehead was bleeding, blurring his eyes.

Ling Zhao hid on the balcony for a long time, worried that he would bleed to death.

But he was very cruel to her, so she didn't dare to go in. She could only wait until he fell asleep.

As soon as she touched him, he woke up and said to her fiercely that if she dared to tell anyone, she would be in trouble.

After saying this, he was stunned.

She is mute, who can she talk to?

At that time, the boy and girl were in that small room, and little Lingzhao cleaned all the wounds on his body and applied medicine on him.

For a long time, they would sit together, saying nothing, just quietly accompanying each other.

Their beginning was not a happy one, but they had experienced secrets and had some time of peaceful coexistence. Even though he was later forced to marry her, their life was peaceful.

Who could have imagined that beneath the calmness she had imagined, he had such a strong hatred for her that he actually wanted to imprison her until death.

Who could have thought that in the next life, she would be the one holding up the knife and making him bleed?

Ling Zhao was slightly dazed and repeated the wiping action.

From the moment she took the cotton ball to wipe, the man's sharp and serious eyes softened. Looking at her wiping with her head down, smelling the faint magnolia fragrance on her body, his other hand unconsciously raised up, wanting to touch her hair.

But when the woman was packing the medicine box, the hand quickly dropped as if it had done nothing.

He took a look at his re-bandaged arm and said coldly, "How cruel."

Ling Zhao glanced at him indifferently and pointed the gauze-cutting scissors at him. Do you want to poke another hole in it?

Huo Yixiu frowned, his dark eyes showing a bit of disappointment: "Do you hate me that much?"

This was the first time Ling Zhao saw such a look on his face.

Huo Yixiu has always been aloof, and he has never flattered or fawned on the powerful. He has been rejected many times when seeking cooperation and investment, but he has never known what disappointment is.

His self-confidence seemed to be engraved in his bones. It was because he was too confident that he repeatedly told her that she couldn't live without him. She couldn't live without him.

But at this time, he actually asked this question.

Shouldn't I hate him?

Some words just need to be spoken.

Unfortunately, she is mute and sign language cannot express what she has experienced.

Ling Zhao took a deep breath: [Let's go to the hospital and get it treated again. ]

She left the counter carrying the medicine box. Huo Yixiu looked at her and was about to speak when his cell phone rang.

The name displayed was Fan Wenxin. Huo Yixiu was a little annoyed, but he still picked up the phone.

Fan Wenxin's anxious voice came: "Your body is not well yet, how can you leave the hospital?"

"I'm fine." The man looked at Ling Zhao's figure.

She sat back at the long dressmaking table and picked up her needle and thread. Huo Yixiu hung up the phone and walked over to her.

Ling Zhao pretended he didn't exist and focused all his attention on his clothes.

Huo Yixiu pursed his lips and curled his fingers. After a while, he said, "My clothes are dirty, and you want me to go to the hospital in these dirty clothes?"

Ling Zhao looked up at him. Is it not possible?

The man frowned and said impatiently, "Give me a change of clothes. I want to take a shower."

As he said this, he went to the second floor.

He knew that Ling Zhao had decorated a separate room here.

Ling Zhao didn't want to bother with him, but what did he say? Take a shower?

Can he take a bath in that state?

Ling Zhao chased after him and found the man in the room, taking off his clothes.

The blood-stained shirt was thrown on the floor. He was wearing only a pair of trousers, revealing his thin and fair upper body. A circle of white gauze was wrapped around his arms, and his whole body exuded a hostile aura that kept strangers away.

Because of his injuries, he looked decadent and seemed like he could be easily bullied.

He looked at her indifferently and unbuckled his belt.