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

"The story between Mrs. Huo and Mr. Huo has become known to everyone on the Internet. I have also heard some gossip that Mrs. Huo is suspected of using her disability to attract sympathy."

Yu Yang rubbed his nose and said nothing.

As far as she knew, there were two men behind Ling Zhao, and both of them had good identities and backgrounds.

Ling Zhao looked at Yu Yang and reached out to pull her.

[Let's go to the mall. There are surveillance cameras and shopping records there. We can find out everything if we check.]

"Mrs. Huo." Yang Changhui held Ling Zhao's wrist with a look of regret. "I don't want anything in return from you. I just asked if you could help me get into Mr. Huo's company if it's convenient for you. I also expressed my admiration for Mr. Huo. If it's not convenient for you, just pretend that I never mentioned anything."

"Yangyang is a chivalrous woman. She may have misunderstood something after hearing a few words from me. But it doesn't matter. Once the misunderstanding is cleared up, we can still be good friends."

He smiled considerately and patted Yu Yang on the shoulder: "It's okay, don't get angry over such a small matter. It's so hot in summer, getting angry is so tiring. Shall I order some ice wine for you?"

Yu Yang was not in the mood at all, and said calmly: "Go sing another song for me."

"If you're not angry, I'll sing for you."

Yu Yang nodded, but Yang Changhui suddenly grabbed her and ran to the stage with her. Yu Yang was a little panicked in front of the audience, but Yang Changhui was calm and a little shy.

He held the microphone and said, "Dear listeners, this is my girlfriend..."

Blah blah, he said a long string of words praising Yu Yang, which made Yu Yang cover his face with his hands.

Ling Zhao had never seen Yu Yang's shy side before.

Suddenly I remembered reading somewhere that a woman who doesn’t want to fall in love just hasn’t met the person who makes her heart beat.

Yu Yang is so happy now, is it necessary to let her see clearly what kind of person Yang Changhui is?

Maybe Yang Changhui is a good person, but he acts like a bad guy in order to maintain his image in front of Yu Yang.

Ling Zhao stood there for a while feeling disappointed, then left silently.

The hustle and bustle during the day and the loneliness at night, her emotions went up and down, making her a little dazed.

Before I knew it, I had entered a small alley.

"Don't walk into an empty alley like this." An arm suddenly stretched out from behind her and pulled out the half body she had just stepped into.

Ling Zhao looked back and saw that it was Wen Mingrui.

……

Ling Zhao didn't know that someone as gentle and modest as Wen Mingrui would come to a place like a bar.

Of course, he was here for a class reunion.

Wen Mingrui did not introduce Ling Zhao's true identity, only saying that she was the neighbor's sister. The bar was dimly lit, and Ling Zhao had not been exposed much, so no one recognized her as Mrs. Huo.

I have to say that Wen Mingrui's classmates are all very humorous and funny. They tell jokes every now and then and make people laugh.

Ling Zhao peeled pistachios and listened to their laughter. Wen Mingrui also occasionally talked about some funny things he encountered at work.

Wen Mingrui whispered to her that they often did this, sharing their experiences as funny stories, especially when they encountered unreasonable bosses and patients, complaining in private could relieve stress.

"...Don't tell anyone."

Ling Zhao bit a pistachio, nodded in assurance, his eyes sparkling.

Wen Mingrui was stunned for a moment, and paused for several seconds before looking away.

"Sister, even though you are thin, you can't keep eating. Otherwise, you can't use it to attack us middle-aged fat men and women." A man in a polo shirt approached her.

Ling Zhao put down the fruit shell, dipped a little wine and wrote on the table: Mute.

Wen Mingrui said: "My neighbor's sister was sick when she was young and her voice was damaged. You don't understand sign language, so don't tease her and be jealous that she knows one more language than you."

The man smiled and treated the mute as if he were an ordinary person, comparing them seriously: "What's wrong with knowing one more language? I also know German and French. Sister, I guess the most you know is English."

Ling Zhao nodded in acknowledgment. The person made a gesture to her as if she had guessed it correctly. Then, she said to Wen Mingrui, "I remember when you changed departments, you rejected the invitations from the Department of Neurology and the Department of Neurology and entered the Department of Otolaryngology without hesitation. I thought you wanted to stay away from the crowd, but it turned out to be for this neighbor's sister?"

The man had an ambiguous smirk on his face.

Before Wen Mingrui could react, another female classmate said, "Why do I remember that Mingrui was waiting for some goddess?"

"Hey, now that you mention it, I remember it too. Back then, the breakfast for the campus beauty of the medical school was delivered to the dormitory building, but Mingrui didn't even take a look at it."

Wen Mingrui was fidgeting. Ling Zhao looked at him and Wen Mingrui blushed: "What nonsense are you guys talking about? It's not true."

"Really? Are we kidding? But how come you haven't had a girlfriend in all these years?"

"I met your uncle once. He said you were gay and asked me if I had any medicine to treat this disease." The classmate laughed while holding his stomach when talking about Wen Mingrui's embarrassing story. "Now your uncle can rest assured because there is a good medicine to treat it."

Wen Mingrui couldn't win the argument with so many mouths, so he covered his forehead and didn't bother to pay any more attention.

He grabbed a handful of pistachios and placed them on a corner of the coffee table to make it easier for her to eat them, which made it seem even more obvious to others.

When they were playing the old game of truth or dare, a song from their school days suddenly rang out. All the students went up to dance to the rhythm, and Wen Mingrui accompanied Ling Zhao.

"You look unhappy alone, what's wrong?"

With a light click, Ling Zhao crushed a pistachio and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

She had nothing to say, so she picked up the cup of water to moisten her throat and relieve the dryness.

Wen Mingrui said: "I also saw what happened online. I don't know how to comfort you, but it seems that Mr. Huo has resolved it, and there is no trace left."

He clicked his tongue derisively, pinching the pistachio without opening the shell, just rolling it around in his palm.

Ling Zhao smiled bitterly: [No need to comfort me, I'm fine.]

Wen Mingrui looked at her so-called "good" expression, pursed his lips, smiled and said, "Do you want to play truth or dare? The two of us."

He raised his chin towards the bottle of wine on the coffee table.

Ling Zhao stared at the wine bottle without saying anything.

In fact, it is very uncomfortable to hold too many things in one's heart. Even Yu Yang is about to leave her, and she doesn't know who else she can confide in.

When she was hesitating, Wen Mingrui suddenly said, "Forget it. It's meaningless if we don't hold the bottle and point the bottle mouth at the air. Let's guess pistachio."

He opened his palms, there was one in his left hand and his right hand was empty.

"Guess the left or right hand. If you guess right, you ask me a question. If you guess wrong, I ask you a question. If you don't want to answer, drink."

Ling Zhao looked at his clean palm, the little happy fruit, and nodded in agreement for some unknown reason.

Maybe, at this time, I especially want to find a channel to talk.

In the first round, she guessed correctly.

[I'll ask first.] She thought for a moment, [If your best friend's friends weren't that good, would you stop them from being friends, or let her figure it out on her own?]

Wen Mingrui said: "Will this friend hurt that friend?"

Ling Zhao shook his head: [I don't know. He just showed me his bad side.]

"When someone shows you their bad side, is it because they are possessive, exclusive, or have other personality traits? But I think that when someone shows you their bad side, they are hypocritical."

Ling Zhao frowned, not completely relieved. Wen Mingrui said, "It's okay. Let her feel it for herself. In fact, you have already made the decision."

He urged her: "Guess again."

In the second round, Ling Zhao guessed wrong.

Wen Mingrui asked: "Ling Zhao, do you love Huo Yixiu?"