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

Ling Zhao looked at him sideways. He knew this?

[No need, I know.]

Huo Yixiu refused to give in and grabbed her hand and placed it on his waist.

Ling Zhao opened his lips and suddenly had a feeling, was he being coquettish? Or was he flirting with her?

[The employee you are looking for is not here. Let's talk about it when she comes to work.] She said deliberately. Huo Yixiu held her hand tightly on his waist and refused to let go.

Ling Zhao didn't know why the dinner, which was obviously a serious and not very harmonious dinner, turned out like this.

His palm was pressed against his strong waist, thin but not weak, and he moved like a pile driver. Thinking of his brute force, Ling Zhao pulled out with force as if his hand was burned, and his face flushed to his ears.

She grabbed the tape measure and measured it casually, recording her waist circumference. Huo Yixiu pressed his upper body against her back and pointed out her mistake: "My waist is not that thick, measure it again."

Ling Zhao hesitated and didn't know whether she was measuring him or being touched by him. She even touched his buttocks. Her ears were red as if they were about to bleed. Finally, she got angry and put the tape measure around his neck.

Strangled him viciously.

Gradually, her eyes changed as she watched her fingers shrink the tape measure little by little, until it touched his flesh and sank into it.

Huo Yixiu stood straight, looking into her eyes, watching every change in her expression.

His breathing gradually became heavier, but he didn't move at all.

The last time she used a knife, she was ruthless and didn't hesitate at all.

Now he put his neck in front of her, and she still did the same.

She really wanted to kill him!

Do you hate him that much?

The man gradually became unable to breathe, his Adam's apple rolled and slid up and down under Ling Zhao's fingertips.

Ling Zhao snapped back to his senses and loosened his fingers, causing the measuring tape to quickly unravel and fall loosely around the base of his neck.

Looking at the obvious red mark on his neck, her mind went blank.

What did she do?

She nearly strangled him!

Why not resist? Can't he feel it?

Huo Yixiu, who had recovered his breath, looked relaxed. He took a step forward, the tip of his shiny leather shoes touching the tip of her sandals. His bony hands rested on her slender waist, and he glanced at her with his eyes downcast: "Mrs. Huo has become more open-minded. Why are you playing so wild?"

"If you want to play, you can try. But..." He paused and glanced at the glass window, "Isn't it inappropriate now?"

It was the busiest time of the day on Qinghe Street, with people coming and going. Someone looked inside and saw a man and a woman standing face to face, the woman holding a tape measure around the man's neck, the man hugging his waist, in an intimate posture.

The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful, just like in an idol drama.

Ling Zhao saw a girl leaning against the glass and watching with great interest. He subconsciously pushed him and took two steps back.

Huo Yixiu pulled the corner of his lips and said nonchalantly: "It seems that we need to install another curtain."

But it didn't delay what he wanted to do.

He turned off the lights, locked the door, picked up Ling Zhao and went upstairs.

As she "wished", the man tied her hands with a tie and let her "enjoy herself".

Ling Zhao had never been so tired before. Tears were streaming down her face but she couldn't utter a word. She couldn't beg for mercy either, so she just opened her lips silently and gasped.

She watched the man's sweat dripping, almost falling into her eyes.

Mixed with her tears, it fell from the corners of her eyes.

When they reached the top, he leaned over, bit her earlobe and hissed, "Ling Zhao, our lives are linked together. If I die... you won't be able to live..."

Ling Zhao opened his eyes blankly and opened his lips. Before she could think about what he said, and she had no mind to think about it, the man moved from her ear to her lips, hooked her tongue and sucked it, as if he wanted to suck her soul into his body.

The root of Ling Zhao's tongue felt painful and numb. He scratched and tickled him, but the man seemed unconscious and seemed to enjoy the stimulation at the moment, so he sucked harder.

He even bit her, breaking her tongue and filling her mouth with the taste of blood.

After finishing, Huo Yixiu did not stay.

He washed up and left.

Ling Zhao's body was covered with traces of his presence, and he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

But couldn't sleep.

All I could think about was what he said when he was at his most vicious: Their lives are together.

An idea was about to come out of her mind, and she shook her head vigorously.

Impossible, there is no such possibility...

She had murderous intentions towards him again, and he felt that and that's why he threatened her like that.

This is not the first time he has said this.

He said that if he died, he would take her with him before he died.

He just remembered the promise he made to his father. But a marriage without love is just a painful bondage. She would rather Huo Weiyang never had that last word.

……

Shooting Club.

Huo Yixiu held the rifle, without even wearing ear protection, and shot at the target.

The stern face and solemn expression make people afraid to approach.

Gao Chi frowned when he saw his evil look.

He had no interest in shooting, so he fired a few shots and then went to the side to rest.

Seeing that Huo Yixiu was almost out of bullets, he unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to him when he came over.

Huo Yixiu sat down on the chair next to him, his eyes still sharp.

Gao Chi said, "Your project is going smoothly, why does it look like you are going to kill someone? Who has offended you?"

Huo Yixiu was silent, Gao Chi spoke to himself: "Why don't you ask Qiao Jingze to come and keep you company? He's a man who tries everything, and I don't really like this stuff... "

He glanced at the gun, curled his lips and shook his head.

During those years abroad, I saw enough of this stuff. Once when I went to ** to learn how to give a speech, I saw a few big guys coming in with guns. The student teacher held his head and huddled together, and the bullet flew past his shoulder...

It’s still better and safer in China.

Gao Chi touched his shoulder, still feeling scared.

Huo Yixiu lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "Not the best partner to relax with."

"Huh?" Gao Chi was looking for Qiao Jingze's number on his mobile phone. He didn't hear clearly and looked at him puzzled, but his attention was attracted by the new discovery.

He leaned over to Huo Yixiu and pulled off his collar. His eyes lit up and he said with a funny smile, "This... is quite intense. How can the little mute be so playful?"

No wonder Huo Yixiu never thought of divorce even though he disliked her.

In addition to the marks left by the tape measure on Huo Yixiu's neck, there were also scratches left by Ling Zhao's fingernails.

The man straightened his collar, his calm expression unchanged.

Gao Chi glanced at him and thought, this couple is really torturous.

Have fun in bed, but feel indifferent when it’s over.

He thought Huo Yixiu was forced to fulfill his husband's duties, and shook his head sympathetically: "You don't like her, and you can't divorce..." He leaned towards Huo Yixiu again, smiling sneakily, "Otherwise, find a woman who suits your taste. You know Fan Wenxin likes you, don't you?"

"It's not like you didn't have feelings for her. In fact, everyone was saddened by your separation in those years. You two are obviously a match made in heaven, whether it's your ambition or your looks, you are very compatible in every aspect."

"Honestly, with her conditions, she can have any man she wants. Fan Wenxin hasn't had a boyfriend in these years, isn't she just waiting for you?"

"Now that your career is stable, your marriage is of no use to your future. Fan Wenxin has sacrificed a lot for you, you can't let her down, right?"

Huo Yixiu pursed his thin lips and his expression changed.

He looked at Gao Chi coldly: "It seems that you have been looking for a mate these days since you came back to China. Why are you so gossipy about things between men and women?"

He sneered: "You like Fan Wenxin too?"