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

Huo Yixiu's teeth were almost broken. He glared at Ling Zhao and said, "Come home with me."

Ling Zhao didn't argue with him, he got up whenever he mentioned her.

Take his car back to Jinxi Garden.

Along the way, Huo Yixiu's face looked extremely ugly, and his lips were so tightly pursed that it seemed as if even a shovel could not pry them open.

Ling Zhao glanced at him and sneered at the corner of his lips towards the glass.

Why are you so angry? Compared to other things she has done, this is nothing.

After returning to Jinxi Garden, Ling Zhao went upstairs, but was stopped by Huo Yixiu: "You have eaten and drunk enough, but I haven't had dinner yet."

He was angry and spoke in a bad tone, then sat down on the sofa.

Ling Zhao stood on the stairs and looked back at him.

The ladies around Madam Xu said that Mr. Huo's worth has risen rapidly, and even Mrs. Huo has started to put on airs. Ling Zhao looked at Huo Yixiu, who had felt guilty about her two days ago, but now, in just a few days, the man of the house has put on airs.

It has been a long time since she last cooked. Should she make dinner for him?

Ah……

Ling Zhao retracted his gaze, turned around and continued to walk up the stairs. A man's low, slightly aggrieved voice came from behind him: "I'm hungry, and my stomach is upset."

Ling Zhao paused again, thought about it, and decided to be ruthless.

She opened the app on her phone and ordered takeout for him from the property management company.

Being a good wife was a thing of the last life, and besides, he wasn’t that good to her.

Ling Zhao returned to his room, washed up, read a book on fashion design for a while, and then went to sleep.

No matter how some people want to torment her, she follows the doctor's advice, maintains a good mood, and goes to bed early and gets up early.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, one side of the bed sank. Ling Zhao opened her eyes drowsily and inhaled a familiar scent. She was held in his strong arms and heard him sigh.

"Sleeping so soundly..." the man whispered, kissing her forehead and then her lips, hugging her and closing her eyes.

I didn't argue with her about why she was so close to other men. It seemed that I swallowed all my anger.

Ling Zhao opened his eyes only after hearing his steady breathing.

Even when Fan Wenxin was demonstrating against her, why was he still so "affectionate" to her?

Either his acting skills are too good, or he feels guilty, or Fan Wenxin directed and acted in the film herself.

Ling Zhao doesn't trust anyone, she is waiting.

Waiting for everyone's reaction.

Every day, Fan Wenxin would send Ling Zhao a message, telling him how hard her pregnancy was. She had morning sickness, she missed a client appointment because she was too sleepy, the level of detail was so high that it seemed as if Ling Zhao was the father of her child.

"Zhao Zhao, luckily you weren't pregnant then. Pregnancy is really hard. I vomited again this morning and couldn't eat anything."

After reading the new message sent by Fan Wenxin, Ling Zhao threw his phone away and ignored her.

Lingji hadn't been here for a few days, and Xiao Jia reported to her that the orders were half of what they were when the store opened.

This should be the peak period for winter clothing customization. Although there are still a few months until the end of the year, this is a high-end custom shop and the clothes are all handmade. It takes at least one or two months from design to production.

Xiao Jia held the thin customer record sheet and expressed his worry: "Mrs. Huo, will a business like ours go bankrupt by the end of the year?"

Ling Zhao patted her: [Then go to the door and solicit customers. ]

Xiao Jia muttered: "That would lower the quality of our store."

In fact, if those anchors hadn't come to cause trouble, the business in the store wouldn't be so bleak. But because of that incident, the custom shop became popular, and two more custom shops of the same type opened on Qinghe Street.

With the opening of those new stores, customers were diverted. However, the number of high-quality customers who could afford to buy custom-made clothes was limited, so the number of people coming to Lingji was not small.

Ling Zhao rubbed his forehead, thinking about ways to attract new customers and retain old ones.

In recent years, established luxury brands have not been able to make ends meet in China, with their earnings falling every quarter. But established brands are established brands, with loyal customer groups and celebrity endorsements, so no matter how low their sales are, their sales are still considerable.

Ling Zhao originally decided to open a custom clothing store because he saw the declining influence of old luxury brands and the possibility of making custom clothing himself.

Is it going to fail if you haven’t started your business yet?

She bit her lip and took a breath.

The new store in Longfu Plaza opened, selling only clothes for celebrities and ladies, and its mystery and class were established. This store that sold luxury goods for white-collar workers was closed to save energy and funds.

But if you do business with white-collar workers, you just need to open the store door and customers will come in on their own.

If you want to do business with celebrities and noble ladies, you have to integrate into the social world and deal with those celebrities and noble ladies.

Ling Zhao has never liked socializing because they all look down on her because she is mute.

She touched her throat in a daze, unaware that the store had suddenly become quiet.

Xiao Yi touched her arm and said, "Mrs. Huo, look ahead. You say... is he a man or a woman?"

Ling Zhao followed her line of sight and saw a tall man with long hair looking at a row of models.

Xiao Yi held his cheek with his hands, his eyes almost glued to the man: "This guy is so good-looking..."

"Stupid." Xiao Jia knocked her head and said in a low voice, "Do you know who he is?"

"Who?"

"Si Xingyue."

"Who?"

“Si Xingyue, a potential top star who has emerged in the past two years, his popularity is rising steadily. Forget it, you are not a fan, so you wouldn’t understand even if I told you.” Xiao Jia didn’t waste time with Xiao Yi, picked up the notebook and wanted to go forward to ask for an autograph and take a photo.

It’s such a golden opportunity that a big star comes to the store, and it’s their store!

Xiao Jia was so excited that he could hardly stand and was stopped by the calm Ling Zhao.

【No matter who comes, customers must not be disturbed. 】

This is a high-end custom store, not a small street stall selling goods.

Xiao Jia looked at Ling Zhao's warning eyes and obediently went back to cut clothes.

Compared with being a big star and having a job, the job is more important.

Xiao Jia suggested again: "Mrs. Huo, why don't you take a photo with him? If we have his photo in our store, his fans will come. You don't know that his fans have great purchasing power."

"The clothes in our store are no worse than those in luxury stores, but the price is only half of theirs. His fans can definitely afford them."

Ling Zhao glanced at her and didn't want to pay any attention to her.

She picked up her phone and walked to the man, and wrote on the writing board: [Please follow me to the VIP room.]

The man raised his eyebrows and followed her upstairs.

Ling Zhao made tea and placed a plate of snacks in front of him. She took photos of all the clothes that had been sold in the store and made them into a booklet, which she showed to the man.

[This is the clothes we designed ourselves. If you trust us, you can try it once. Our clothes are also handmade. You don’t have to go abroad to customize them, and you can enjoy the same quality clothes. ]

Si Xingyue looked at the woman in front of him, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and casually flicked his hair: "Don't you know who I am?"