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

Coming out of the office, Qin Xie glared at Qin Zhan angrily, ran over and pulled Ling Zhao's hand, with an attitude of "she is mine".

The outer office was much quieter, and it seemed that the bloggers who had been causing trouble had been dealt with. The lawyer came over and told Qin Zhan the result of the handling, and asked Ling Zhao whether he wanted to sue them.

As a lawyer, there are a hundred ways to help financial backers solve problems.

Ling Zhao looked at Qin Zhan, and Qin Zhan said, "It's your own business, you can handle it yourself."

Ling Zhao did not seek advice from him, but from this lawyer. She did not expect Qin Zhan to help her deal with this matter.

Ling Zhao pursed her lips and thought for a while. She wrote on her phone: [I want those people to never harass me again. What should I do? ]

She showed it to the lawyer.

The lawyer took a look and said with a professional smile: "Right to reputation, right to portrait, right to privacy, disrupting the business environment, public order, safety... Does Mrs. Huo want to sue for one or more?"

Qin Zhan watched Ling Zhao discussing with the lawyer, a hint of interest rising up at the corner of his lips.

He thought Ling Zhao would be a "saint", afraid of trouble, afraid of offending people, afraid of many people and things, and would just endure it. Unexpectedly, the mute also had a bad temper.

Ling Zhao doesn't care what method the lawyer uses to handle the matter, as long as she helps her achieve her goal.

After the lawyer left, the director came over and said, "Mr. Qin, I just talked to Madam Li on the phone. Madam Li asked you to take the young master back."

It wasn't a big deal, but it might affect the Li family. Mrs. Li was as serious and cautious as ever. Qin Zhan glanced at the director and raised the corner of his lips: "Okay, thank you Director Lu for helping to pass on the message."

He was just a small director, and he had no chance to talk to Mrs. Li before.

He waved at Qin Xie, and the little guy reluctantly walked to his side and followed him.

Qin Zhan walked a few steps, turned back and said to Ling Zhao, "Mrs. Huo, don't forget, tomorrow at nine o'clock, we will go to the South City Wildlife Park."

The director was confused and looked at Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao nodded to thank him politely and left alone.

At the entrance of the police station, Ling Zhao opened the car door and suddenly a figure jumped in front of him, which scared Ling Zhao.

"Mrs. Huo, don't be afraid, it's me." Yang Changhui rubbed his hands and smiled stiffly, "I have already told Yangyang about you. She asked me to protect you and send you back."

Ling Zhao smiled politely and wrote on his phone: [No need, I'll drive myself, you can go do your own thing.]

Yang Changhui hesitated and said, "Mrs. Huo, I wonder if you still remember what I told you last time."

Last time?

Ling Zhao thought about it for a long time. She had too many things to do, especially under the influence of public opinion recently, she had no time to think about other things.

Seeing her bewildered look, Yang Changhui smiled awkwardly and reminded her, "Didn't you tell Mr. Huo about working at Mr. Huo's game company?"

Ling Zhao looked at him silently.

Yang Changhui felt embarrassed by her gaze, scratched his head, and tried to seize the opportunity: "In fact, you don't have to tell Mr. Huo himself. You are Mrs. Huo. Going to the game company to ask for a position is just a matter of words for Mrs. Huo, right?"

Ling Zhao suddenly thought of the comments on the Internet. The mute became Mrs. Huo, enjoying the glory and benefits of being Mrs. Huo. She became a member of the privileged class and could get whatever she wanted. What was there to complain about?

Yu Yang’s boyfriend thought so too.

Ling Zhao smiled faintly and told him: "I'm sorry, his work and mine are separate, and I don't get involved in his work. If you really like that company, I still suggest you submit your resume."

Yang Changhui's smile was a little stiff, and he chuckled twice: "Oh, so that's it..." He wanted to let it go, but he was unwilling to do so.

If he could be hired just by submitting his resume, would he be so shameless as to try to please others?

"Mrs. Huo, can't you just say one word in front of Mr. Huo? Look, if you need me, I'll be here right away." He looked down at his wrinkled and dirty clothes.

Ling Zhao didn't know how to refuse.

Yu Yang also helped her a lot, but he never asked for anything in return. Although she gave him gifts and treated him to meals every time, their friendship was much more precious than gifts.

Yang Changhui is Yu Yang’s boyfriend.

He had a request. Even if his help was not practical, she should do something for Yu Yang's sake.

But given her current relationship with Huo Yixiu, Ling Zhao couldn't bring himself to ask this in front of him...

Ling Zhao forced a smile and invited Yang Changhui to get in the car.

She drove to the men's department of the mall and gave him a change of clothes.

It was several times more expensive than his original suit.

Yang Changhui came out of the fitting room and did not see Ling Zhao again.

The salesperson said, "Mrs. Huo has already paid. She said if you have other styles you like, you can take them and put them on her card. Also, this is a gift from Mrs. Huo to thank you for your help today."

Inside the gift box was a watch worth more than 20,000 yuan.

Compared to people like Huo Yixiu and Qin Zhan, the cheapness is not worth mentioning, but for a working class like him, it is like a female white-collar worker buying a bag worth more than 20,000 yuan, which is very face-saving.

But Yang Changhui didn’t want these and was very dissatisfied with them.

She's already Mrs. Huo, so what's wrong with saying a word for him? Why is a mute pretending to be so arrogant?

"Can I return this watch?"

"Ah?" The salesperson was stunned. Yang Changhui said, "This dress has also been returned. The refund will be transferred to my WeChat account. Is that okay?"

The salesperson glanced at the man, forced a smile, and said word by word: "Of course."

Yang Changhui returned his clothes and watch, put on his dirty and wrinkled clothes, and called Yu Yang: "Baby, when do you get off work...what do you want to eat tonight...barbecue? No, I was scratched by those guys, and barbeque is an irritant, right?"

"...Well, Mrs. Huo has already left. She probably won't have time to have dinner with us...I'll have to cry to Mr. Huo when I get home. I was so frightened..."

At night, Yu Yang looked down and saw her boyfriend in such a miserable state. She said distressedly, "Those people were so brutal. Let me see if there are any other injuries."

There were a few scratches and bruises on the neck, ears, cheeks, and arms, but they were not serious.

"You're so stupid that you can't even fight." Yu Yang said with disdain but his hands were gentle. He even blew on it while applying the medicine to him.

"How could I be stupid? There were so many of them and no one helped me. I beat more than a dozen of them by myself." Yang Changhui did not mention a word about Qin Xie bringing the dog to rescue people.

Yu Yang put down the ointment, held his face and rubbed it: "Well, thank you for your hard work, you are the best."

I kissed him twice on the lips: "Will you treat me to ramen?"

"I don't want to eat ramen...how about Japanese food?"

Yu Yang frowned slightly: "Didn't you say that you were injured and couldn't eat hairy food?"

“Japanese food is not just seafood.”

Seeing that he was beaten badly and had saved the day, Yu Yang nodded in agreement.

In a Japanese restaurant, Yang Changhui was eating exquisite Kaiseki cuisine, and he intentionally or unintentionally said that Ling Zhao was aloof and ungrateful.

"…She just left the police station without even saying thank you. She was very distant. Was she like this with you as well?"