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

Huo Yixiu lowered his eyelids and looked at the tea handed to him without moving.

After a few seconds, even Ling Zhao became nervous.

If you don't accept this cup of tea, I'm not giving you face.

Ling Zhao glanced at Huo Yixiu. The moment the man stretched out his hand and grasped the teacup with his slender fingers, Mrs. Li raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction.

Huo Yixiu held the teacup.

Ling Zhao was attracted by his "stability" and his eyes fell on the tea.

It was strange that after he took the tea and held the teacup, there were no ripples in the tea cup.

His face was as cool and calm as the tea.

Qin Zhan sat crookedly and looked at him, his empty right hand resting on his left hand, his posture not so serious: "Boss Huo, don't you want to drink tea? Do you have any other intentions?"

Huo Yixiu slowly turned his wrist, and the tea followed his movement, swirling in the cup and creating a few ripples.

He said slowly, "Master Qin accused my mother of taking Ling Zhao's things without any reason in front of everyone. In fact, I also want to ask Master Qin, what do you think about the theft of important information from Junhai Technology?"

"Who gave Young Master Qin the confidence to cry wolf and turn the tables? The Qin family? The Liu family?" He glanced at Madam Li but didn't point it out directly.

Qin Zhan stood on the shoulders of these "giants" and forced them to cooperate with him.

To put it nicely, it is cooperation; to put it bluntly, it is the suppression and occupation of new capital forces by old capital forces.

Huo Yixiu has no background and has climbed to the top entirely through his own efforts, but now that he has come this far, he can no longer compromise as he did before.

To truly gain a firm position, you must have the courage and ability to protect your own fruits.

The Huo family's reputation was trampled on without even an apology or a cup of tea.

Ling Zhao held his breath slightly and unconsciously clutched the fabric around his knees.

Huo Yixiu suspected that she was the one who leaked the information to Qin Zhan. This matter has not been resolved yet, and she has not been cleared of suspicion.

She was inexplicably blamed and was angry, but there was no one around her, so it was impossible for her to be cleared of innocence by just one order like a domineering boss, and it was even more difficult for her to prove herself.

This frustrating incident has always been a thorn in her heart, but Ling Zhao never expected that Huo Yixiu would use this incident to confront Qin Zhan.

It is obvious at a glance which is more serious: Teacher Du secretly possessing the gold bracelet Qin Zhan gave her or the leak of information by Junhai Technology.

Qin Zhan smiled faintly and made eye contact with Huo Yixiu.

He smiled carefree and uninhibitedly, and his sitting posture did not change, as if he did not care about the accusation at all; Huo Yixiu also had a relaxed expression, seemingly not caring, and was just asking a question casually.

But everyone present could feel the momentum of the secret competition.

Ling Zhao's throat was dry and tight. He swallowed and felt sad.

The cooperation between the two companies has become an established fact. He is just using it to save face for the Huo family and for Teacher Du.

As for her Ling Zhao... hehe...

Ling Zhao relaxed his straight back, picked up the half-cold tea and drank it all in one gulp.

She kept herself out of the matter, lowered her head and played with the gold chain on her wrist.

No wonder he gave her such an expensive gift, so this is the case...

Qin Zhan smiled and said, "Mr. Huo is wrong. I didn't steal the information from Junhai Technology. I'm just too rich. I paid a lot of money to buy this information and use it for my own benefit."

"Mr. Huo, such important information was actually taken to the black market. Mr. Huo should conduct a strict self-examination. Otherwise, if such a situation happens again in the future, how will he explain it to the shareholders and my cooperative company? And he can't explain it to so many people who have high expectations."

Qin Zhan sneered.

His confidence comes from the fact that he has money, channels and resources.

This is the advantage of having a family background, which is unattainable for any businessman who has climbed up from a poor family.

No matter how talented and capable Huo Yixiu is, he can only be trampled under the feet of others, used, driven, and picked on.

Huo Yixiu clenched the teacup, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and his jaw slightly tightened.

Mrs. Li was not very happy.

She naturally understood what Huo Yixiu meant. The Li family valued his ability, the changes he brought to South City, and the political benefits he brought to the Li family, so they gave him opportunities that others did not have.

But Mrs. Li was not angry either.

The politics and business are all about mutual exploitation and competition. She has been following her husband for so many years and has seen through this relationship.

Not only her, but even Qin Zhan saw it, so he did some small things to suppress it at the beginning.

Mrs. Li sipped her tea and said slowly, "Mr. Huo, what do you mean by this? I invited you here only because Qin Zhan offended your mother at the banquet. Qin Zhan doesn't respect his elders, so I am his aunt to discipline him."

"As for your business grievances, you can resolve them at another time. I don't care."

Huo Yixiu frowned and drank the cup of cold tea in silence.

His drooped eyelids concealed his unwillingness.

Qin Zhan always had a casual smile on his face. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Ling Zhao's hand: "Mrs. Huo's gold chain is nice."

Ling Zhao had been lost in thought for a long time, and suddenly heard her own name, she came back to her senses and looked at Qin Zhan. She found that he was looking at her bracelet, so she loosened her fingers, looked at Madam Li, dipped her tea in the water and wrote on the table: [Can I eat? I'm hungry. ]

Mrs. Li laughed and said, "Mrs. Huo is the easiest to deal with. No wonder my little devil likes you."

Madam Li called Qin Xie, who was playing with the dog, "Thank you. Go wash your hands with Madam Huo and get ready for dinner."

As she spoke, she asked the waiter to serve the food.

The little guy ran over and pulled Ling Zhao to wash his hands: "Those people are the most boring, saying things that others can't understand. Ling Zhao, you feel bored too, right?"

Ling Zhao applied hand sanitizer and carefully scrubbed Qin Xie's chubby little hands.

She didn't feel bored, on the contrary, she saw Huo Yixiu being humiliated.

He failed to win honor for the Huo family, and he didn't know how to show his disgrace when he returned.

He wanted to prove himself too much, wanted to stand at the top of power and not be manipulated by anyone. In his previous life, he reached that position after several years.

Ling Zhao tried hard to recall what period it was, but in the previous life, Huo Yixiu kept her at a distance and she was his wife who was placed in a cage, so she was not very clear.

"You are patient with other people's children." The man behind him spoke out suddenly, his voice full of dissatisfaction.

Ling Zhao saw Huo Yixiu in the mirror, holding Qin Xie's little hand and putting it under the children's faucet to clean the foam.

She bent over, with her waist and hips arched in a smooth curve.

Huo Yixiu heard the sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor, and moved his feet to stand behind Ling Zhao.

Qin Zhan came to the side of the adult handwashing faucet, glanced at Huo Yixiu, and was about to say a few words to thank Ling Zhao for taking care of the child to stab Huo Yixiu, but Qin Xie washed his hands and slipped out from under Ling Zhao, ran to Qin Zhan, and rubbed his two chubby hands on his trouser legs twice.

"I'll wipe my hands clean. I want to eat!" the little guy shouted and ran out.

Ling Zhao looked at the handprint on Qin Zhan's trouser leg, touched his nose, and left silently.

Qin Zhan glanced at the handprints on his pants and cursed inwardly, "You little bastard."

The fabric was thin, and the handprints were chilly. He shook his trouser legs casually, pressed hand sanitizer with his fingers, rubbed his hands, and his eyes fell on Huo Yixiu's clothes with a playful look.