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

Ling Zhao's face turned red and he didn't dare to breathe.

My body is so sensitive that my senses are amplified several times, allowing me to clearly hear the voice from the other end of the phone.

It was his chief secretary, Fan Wenxin, calling, asking if he had arrived in Huaicheng safely.

"...Mr. Li was very unhappy about your absence and played golf on the golf course all afternoon. I have asked the club to find a few good-looking female models. I wonder if I can coax him into signing a contract."

He actually talked about business in such a posture.

Ling Zhao felt pain in his waist, legs, and arms. He tremblingly pulled out a hand and placed it on his firm abdomen, trying to push him away.

If you want to make a phone call, just go away and stop torturing her like this.

The man looked at her wet little hands, frowned slightly, and then bumped into her.

"Um……"

The person on the other end of the line seemed to sense the man's absent-mindedness, and heard an unpleasant and strange voice, which became awkward: "Then, I won't bother Mr. Huo. I wish Mr. Huo and his wife..."

Ling Zhao didn't hear Fan Wenxin finish her words.

Huo Yixiu hung up the phone, grabbed her waist and started working hard again.

Ling Zhao turned his head and looked at the man, his wet eyes full of aggrieved feeling.

She was just too tired, that's not what she meant!

It took a long time for Huo Yixiu to end this ridiculous incident.

Having lost his support, Ling Zhao had no strength left. His heavy body slid to the ground, leaving a trail of wet handprints on the cupboard door.

The crooked apron was still hanging on her body, her chest rose and fell due to her rapid breathing, and her pink skin was covered with beads of sweat, which was extremely beautiful.

The man squatted down and touched her cheek. Ling Zhao trembled and opened her eyes. She looked so pitiful that she wanted to be bullied again.

When Huo Yixiu was about to pick her up, his cell phone rang again.

The man frowned slightly and picked up the phone to answer it.

This time, it was not his secretary's voice, but it brought bad news.

"…The golf ball hit Secretary Fan's forehead and he started bleeding right away!"

Ling Zhao put his arm on Huo Yixiu's shoulders, lifted up half of his body and threw him back to where he was.

The man looked grim, he straightened up and strode out the door, leaving behind his wife who provided him with sexual value.

Ling Zhao's buttocks hit the cold and hard marble floor, and half of his body was numb with pain.

She looked towards the door and smiled bitterly.

I thought this life might be different, but the ending is still the same...

There was a faint burnt smell in the air.

Ling Zhao struggled to stand up with trembling legs, turned off the gas, and walked slowly upstairs barefoot.

The best friend spent one month's salary to book the homestay, and Ling Zhao transferred the money to her via WeChat.

After the transfer, he just threw the phone on the bedside table and left it there.

She was sleeping soundly when she suddenly heard the WeChat ringtone. She thought it was her best friend asking her a question, and she didn't reply because she didn't want to make her worry.

I slept till dawn to regain my strength.

It turned out that it rained in the middle of the night. In the morning, the leaves were covered with water droplets, and when the sun shone on them, they were as bright as a crystal world.

Ling Zhao stretched and frowned because of the soreness in her body.

When I looked down, I saw that my body was covered with finger marks from that bastard.

The phone rang again. Ling Zhao answered the call without checking the caller ID. Her best friend's excited voice came over: "How's it going? Is Huo Yixiu here?"

She had no idea how embarrassing it would be if Huo Yixiu was right next to her pillow at this moment, asking such anxious questions.

The best friend seemed to have realized her impatience and coughed lightly: "It seems that the call was a little early, you guys continue to sleep."

Ling Zhao looked at his phone and laughed to himself. The call time on it was less than ten seconds.

How should she tell her best friend that she was pretty useless? Huo Yixiu heard that his secretary was beaten up and immediately left her.

Ling Zhao thought about it and decided to tell her best friend so that she wouldn't have to work in vain in the future.

She opened WeChat and saw a red dot. Without paying much attention, she clicked on it and replied: He can’t do it. I have no hope.

After sending the message, I got up and washed up.

While brushing her teeth, she heard her cell phone ringing. She looked outside but didn't think much about it until she was having breakfast and saw the question mark from Huo Yixiu on WeChat. She spat out a mouthful of cereal.

She actually sent the message she sent to her best friend to Huo Yixiu.

The WeChat message in the middle of the night was not sent to her by her best friend, but by Huo Yixiu.

"Is this all you're worth?"

Before and after the contact, it was not difficult to see that after Huo Yixiu thought they had had a relationship, she transferred 20,000 yuan from his account as her "labor fee."

During the years when Ling Zhao was adopted by the Huo family, the Huo family was not the wealthy family it is today, but a family struggling to survive after its decline, and Ling Zhao had almost no pocket money.

After marriage, Huo Yixiu gave her a secondary card, which Ling Zhao could use at will.

But after her rebirth, she rarely used his card.

She was trying to reduce her dependence on him, but she didn't expect that the transfer last night would make Huo Yixiu think that it was the service fee she asked for.

What’s worse is that she said “no” right under his nose.

Ling Zhao bit his lip, unable to explain what he said because it was originally an insult to him.

She held her phone and tapped the screen: Since I didn’t get any anniversary presents, I’ll just consider it as buying them myself.

Ling Zhao's dead heart was a swamp filled with nothing but resentment.

She thinks 20,000 yuan is not enough!

Huo Yixiu looked at the message and was slightly stunned.

If he had seen such news before, what would come to his mind was the woman's timid and flustered sign language, afraid that he would be unhappy.

But at this moment, he thought of her aggrieved and perfunctory look, just like last night.

Wedding anniversary gift?

There has never been such a thing in Huo Yixiu's marriage dictionary.

If it weren't for his father's last words, he wouldn't have married her. Giving her the identity of Mrs. Huo was the greatest favor he could give her.

However, when he saw her asking for a gift, Huo Yixiu didn't think there was anything wrong. He was just wondering what gift she had spent 20,000 yuan on.

"Yixiu, what are you thinking about?" Fan Wenxin lay on the hospital bed and tugged at his sleeve.

She and Huo Yixiu were college classmates. From the day Huo Yixiu started his business, she offered to be his secretary.

Outside, she called him Mr. Huo, and in private, she always called him that.

She was hit on the forehead by a golf ball, causing a bleeding head and a concussion. The doctor asked her to stay in the hospital for two days for observation.

I made such a huge sacrifice to get this man back, I can't let him think about that ridiculous anniversary.

What good is a mute? He can't be seen in public and he doesn't have any outstanding skills. The only thing he can do is to tie up men with some tricks that are not presentable.

Huo Yixiu came back to his senses and saw Fan Wenxin touching his forehead. He asked worriedly, "Does it hurt?"

Fan Wenxin shook her head sensibly: "It's just a minor injury, it's about that contract..."

Huo Yixiu's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Li Jiadong's temper is not good. It will easily cause trouble for his father."

Fan Wenxin understood from what he said that he wanted to vent her anger.

Then all the resentment will be gone.

"You are too popular now. Li Jiadong is not happy with you, so it's okay for him to take it out on me. He knows he got into trouble and is afraid that his father will punish him. I heard that he ran abroad overnight."

Fan Wenxin glanced at the man.

"Yixiu, because of me, you and Zhaozhao couldn't celebrate your anniversary properly. I'm sorry. I'll buy her a gift to make it up to her later."

Huo Yixiu frowned slightly and said calmly: "You were injured for the company, what right does she have to be angry?"

The indifferent tone fully reflects that Ling Zhao has made no contribution and is also annoying.

Not only did he not contribute anything, but he also hindered the progress of his project. If he had not gone to Huaicheng, this would not have happened, and the contract might have been won.

"Don't worry about the company's affairs for now. Take good care of your injuries. I'll give you a week's vacation. Buy whatever you want and pay for it to the company's account."

"That won't work." Fan Wenxin grabbed Huo Yixiu who was standing up.