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

Huo Yixiu did not let his cousin come to the hospital to take care of her.

He took care of her personally, not only feeding her but also helping her bathe and wash her hair, with a gentleness that was unlike his own.

Ling Zhao used to be afraid of his brutal confinement, but now he is also afraid of his gentle embrace.

I was afraid that I would get confused and fall into an irretrievable situation.

Ling Zhao paused, and continued to gesture with his fingers: [I will go home to recuperate, so you can work properly. ]

The company had important matters waiting for decision-making, and those senior executives had to come to the hospital to see Huo Yixiu. Ling Zhao saw those senior executives cast disdainful and dissatisfied eyes at her several times.

A mute, not an important person, who makes no contribution to the company, lives in a luxurious ward. If you marry a woman like this, you will be in trouble all your life.

It would be fine if it was troublesome to Huo Yixiu, but it would also implicate their senior executives, who had to leave their offices and make time to come to the hospital. It would be fine if they came to the hospital, but they had to deal with the favors and show concern for the useless Mrs. Huo.

Those people didn't need to speak, Ling Zhao could tell what they wanted to say from their expressions.

She is self-aware and has no need to demonstrate her importance or uniqueness.

She was not thinking about Huo Yixiu. She had been tired of being a virtuous and obedient wife in front of him. She said this just to get rid of him and return to a sober state.

In this way, she can see some things clearly.

Huo Yixiu glanced at her, stuffed another spoonful of applesauce into her mouth, and said calmly: "The company's affairs have nothing to do with you, you just need to take care of your health."

Ling Zhao held a mouthful of fruit puree in his mouth. He didn't need to chew it, just swallowed it slowly.

Huo Yixiu insisted that she recuperate in the hospital, and she couldn't argue with him, so she could only continue living like this.

But one day, Fan Wenxin came to visit with a basket of flowers and fruits.

"Zhao Zhao, you've been in the hospital for such a long time, but I just found out that you had surgery. I'm sorry for coming to see you so late." She wanted to put the flowers in a vase, but found that there was not a single vase in the room. Instead, there were many succulents and various fine products, so many that even the windowsill was filled.

"This..." Fan Wenxin took a look and put the flower aside. "It seems that you have changed your hobby. Don't you like flowers anymore?"

While talking, his eyes were darting around, looking for someone.

"I am in charge of the renovation of the new building and have no time to go to the company headquarters. I heard that Yixiu's office has been moved to the hospital. Many people said it was inconvenient, so they asked me to persuade Mr. Huo to go back to work."

"Zhao Zhao, how is your illness?"

Ling Zhao pursed her lips, not wanting to answer a word. She touched her throat and gestured with her fingers: [Please Secretary Fan, take the flowers out. I can't breathe in the pollen now. Do you want to prevent my injury from recovering? ]

The corners of Fan Wenxin's lips twitched, and she became even more angry.

She was acting like Mrs. Huo again, and her attitude was getting higher and higher.

It's just a little bit of pollen. How can it make her illness worse? It's better if it can't be cured!

"It's not that serious. Looking at beautiful flowers will make you feel better and help you recover." Fan Wenxin picked up the flowers and moved them to the bedside table on Ling Zhao's side.

"This is a rose. Isn't that your favorite?"

Ling Zhao coughed a few times, which pulled his vocal cords and caused him severe pain.

She covered her throat, had difficulty breathing, opened her lips and breathed deeply, her face visibly flushed. Huo Yixiu came in with something, saw Ling Zhao lying on the bed in pain, and then saw Fan Wenxin, and asked angrily: "What did you do to her!"

Seeing the roses standing out on the bedside table, he grabbed the bouquet and threw it out: "Who told you to bring flowers in!"

Fan Wenxin had never seen Huo Yixiu like this before. She defended herself in fear, "I, I just came to visit the patient and see Zhaozhao." Her eyes turned red as she spoke, "Yixiu, I didn't know I couldn't bring flowers. Was it necessary for you to be so mean to me? You never treated me like this before."

Even when the two of them had disagreements at work, he had never been so angry.

And now, he was actually mean to her because of Ling Zhao and threw her flowers away.

Huo Yixiu ignored her grievances. He helped Ling Zhao up and gave her oxygen, then called a doctor to examine her.

Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Wen Mingrui glanced at Fan Wenxin and frowned: "Why is she here, to assassinate Mrs. Huo?"

"Wen Mingrui, I warn you not to talk nonsense!" Fan Wenxin glared at him.

She had checked Wen Mingrui's background and knew that the Wen family's sphere of influence was in Kuncheng. In Nancheng, he was just a doctor, no more noble than her.

Wen Mingrui glanced at her coldly: "Mrs. Huo just had throat surgery and her respiratory tract is sensitive. Secretary Fan is very careful and thoughtful, how could you not know that?"

Fan Wenxin pursed her lips stiffly, looked at Huo Yixiu and said, "When I was in the hospital before, Ling Zhao came to visit me and gave me these things. I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

Ling Zhao inhaled oxygen and felt better. He gestured with his fingers: [I told Secretary Fan that I cannot have pollen in the room in my current situation. Not only did she not listen, she also moved the flowers closer to me.]

Fan Wenxin's eyes widened. Haha, he actually learned how to make tea.

Huo Yixiu recalled Fan Wenxin's persecution of Ling Zhao in her previous life, which caused her to die of depression and also created such a deep rift between the two.

And now, she was doing the same thing again. If he had come a little later, Ling Zhao would have been killed by her.

Huo Yixiu tightened his teeth and said coldly, "Don't appear in front of Ling Zhao again."

"Yi Xiu!" Fan Wenxin couldn't believe it. "What did I do wrong? Do you believe what they said?"

"Ms. Fan, if you disturb the patients again, I will call security." After Wen Mingrui warned her coldly, Fan Wenxin left angrily.

Wen Mingrui looked at Huo Yixiu and said, "Boss Huo, if your secretary is still so ignorant, don't blame me for not giving her face. Whether she did it intentionally or unintentionally, I don't believe you can't tell."

After saying this, Wen Mingrui left.

Huo Yixiu's face looked grim, and he didn't say another word.

Ling Zhao took the opportunity to suggest going home to recuperate, and Huo Yixiu agreed this time.

In Jinxi Garden, my cousin cleared out all the flowers in the house. There were many flowers in the garden, but Huo Yixiu had their heads chopped off, leaving only bare branches.

There was an osmanthus tree in the yard. As it was about to bloom, it was removed with its roots.

When Ling Zhao came back, he saw a big hole in the yard where the osmanthus tree had been, and he felt uncomfortable.

Huo Yixiu said: "The property management will plant other trees tomorrow."

Ling Zhao nodded and gestured with his fingers: [I'll take a nap first. ]

Huo Yixiu felt that Ling Zhao seemed to be deliberately distancing himself from him and rejecting his advances.

"Do you think I'm protecting Fan Wenxin?"

Ling Zhao looked at him quietly: [Should I tell the truth? ]

The man's face was cold. He sat down and said, "I didn't ask you to lie. Now that things have come to this, is there anything else that you and I can't be honest about?"

Ling Zhao smiled faintly and nodded calmly.

Okay, now it's her turn to speak.