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

Ling Zhao did not refuse his need to fulfill his duties as a husband.

She hugged his neck, her eyes watery. The man's breath was slightly choked, and he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

The heavy body pressed down on him. Ling Zhao played with him for a while, then got out from under him. Looking at the sweaty man, she said apologetically: [The order is very important, please bear with it.]

Huo Yixiu's eyes were almost spitting fire, and he was no longer the cold and noble man.

"Ling Zhao!" He gritted his teeth and held back his desire, all in his desire was contained in this sound of gnashing teeth.

He suspected that Ling Zhao was seeking revenge. In the previous life, she had tried so hard to get him to sleep with her, but he had deliberately ignored her. Now the situation was reversed. Moreover, she had a new skill: to keep him hanging, just to give him a taste of her.

Ling Zhao ran to the door of the room and heard the sound of him grinding his teeth. The smile he turned back was apologetic, deliberate, and triumphant.

The man grabbed a handful of the bed sheets, went to the bathroom to take a cold shower in annoyance. After a few minutes, he came out again and saw the clothes left by Ling Zhao on the ground. He picked them up and went into the bathroom again.

In the study, Ling Zhao got an inspiration and drew the design smoothly.

After finishing the painting, she looked at it with satisfaction, then picked it up and held it up to the light.

After feeling a sense of accomplishment at this moment, she lost herself in thought.

Who said that Fan Wenxin’s daily harassment had no effect on her?

She had loved Huo Yixiu and hated him. Now that the misunderstanding was resolved, she still couldn't let go.

Perhaps it was because of the decades of living together in two lives, good and bad, her life was filled with him, and Huo Yixiu had become a part of her life. She tried to remove him from her life, but he didn't allow her to, and she didn't succeed, so she could only try to coexist harmoniously.

But when she slowly accepted this idea, Fan Wenxin provoked her again and again. She was like a nodule growing out of a gland, a bone spur growing out of a bone, tormenting her from time to time.

Ling Zhao privately asked Wen Mingrui to confirm that Fan Wenxin was really pregnant this time. She deliberately went to the hospital where Wen Mingrui worked for a check-up in order to get someone to testify for her.

Ling Zhao admired her shamelessness to this extent. She was a daughter of a famous family, but she sacrificed her face again and again.

Qin Zhan said that Ling Zhao had never seen the filth in the socialite circle, and compared with the possible benefits to be gained, this little bit of dirt on one's face was nothing.

"Isn't there a saying that a gorgeous robe is full of lice? If you want to wear this gorgeous robe, you have to endure the lice inside."

Ling Zhao was speechless after hearing his description.

Wen Mingrui also said that Fan Wenxin went for the pregnancy check-up alone and no one was with her.

This sentence can't clarify anything for Huo Yixiu, but if Huo Yixiu still cares about Fan Wenxin, he won't let her go for the pregnancy test alone. After all, before, Fan Wenxin could call Huo Yixiu away whenever she had something to do. If this is the fruit of their love, Huo Yixiu should be reluctant to let his child be so miserable.

Ling Zhao doesn't trust Huo Yixiu or Fan Wenxin, and is struggling with the conflict every day.

The waiting time is very hard to bear.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she would ask herself, did she hope that Fan Wenxin was really pregnant with Huo Yixiu's child?

If Fan Wenxin's child was really Huo Yixiu's, she would have the most powerful reason to ask for a divorce, get her property and stay away from him.

But every time she thought of this, she felt as if she was drowning and had difficulty breathing.

Why am I so sad? Is it because of the resentment from the previous life?

Ling Zhao thought about it for a long time but couldn't get the answer he wanted. This kind of waiting became unbearable.

She tortured herself and made herself feel uncomfortable, so she tortured Huo Yixiu to make him feel uncomfortable too.

Time passed little by little, and the dress Ling Zhao designed for Si Xingyue gradually took shape from pattern making to tailoring.

On the day when the clothes were ready, Ling Zhao sent a message to Si Xingyue, asking him to come over and try them on.

Si Xingyue came to Lingji late at night. He had just finished work and had not yet taken off his makeup.

Ling Zhao stared at him blankly. He was more handsome and younger than in the photo. It was as if a butterfly had fallen into her stagnant life, and the scenery became brighter.

She suddenly understood why the fans were so crazy.

"Mrs. Huo?" The man raised his hand and waved it in front of her, his movements were cool and handsome, and he smiled with a mouthful of white teeth.

Ling Zhao came back to his senses, blinked shyly, and pointed at the clothes on the rack: [Try them on. If the size doesn't fit, you can adjust it. Once it fits, I'll add other elements according to the design.]

Si Xingyue carried the clothes to the locker room. Ling Zhao touched his chest, stuck out his tongue and made a face.

She poured herself some water and glanced over when she heard the curtain sliding. She felt as if she was seeing a beauty emerging from her bath. Of course, Si Xingyue was not emerging from her bath, but was just naked in that Chinese suit.

Ling Zhao coughed lightly and walked over to help him tidy up his clothes.

Si Xingyue looked at himself in the mirror, showing neither satisfaction nor dissatisfaction. He was like a professional model, just wearing the clothes without expressing any opinions.

Ling Zhao collected his thoughts and walked around him.

The size of the clothes is just right, but the design can be modified to better suit his temperament.

Ling Zhao stared at his brown, medium-length curly hair: [Do you want to cut your hair on the day of the party? ]

Si Xingyue picked up a bunch of hair, which was his signature hair.

There aren't many people in the circle who have the flower boy look. Of course, it's also a special request from some people that he isn't allowed to have his hair cut.

The man smiled bitterly: "No."

Ling Zhao nodded, handed him a glass of water, then sat down and deleted a design on the drawing.

Si Xingyue sat lazily at the corner of the table, holding a cup of water, and glanced at her: "It's so late, and Mrs. Huo is still busy with work. Doesn't she care about her family?"

Ling Zhao looked at him and said nothing.

After a few minutes, Si Xingyue asked again, "Mrs. Huo, are you hungry? Do you want to have a midnight snack?"

Ling Zhao touched his stomach and felt a little hungry.

Si Xingyue took out his cell phone and asked his assistant to buy food. After a while, two takeouts were delivered.

Si Xingyue only eats takeout that has vegetables boiled in boiling water. Ling Zhao's portion has fish balls, quail eggs, and fried pork skin, and it looks delicious.

Ling Zhao was eating such delicious food, and seeing him only eating bland soup, he felt a little sympathetic for him.

Si Xingyue lowered his eyebrows, having long been accustomed to such bland meals, and said calmly, "If my agent were here, she wouldn't even let me eat this."

Ling Zhao felt that he was even more pitiful, but she ate the quail eggs with gusto.

Si Xingyue glanced at her resentfully, as if he had something to say, but then swallowed it all. He drank a mouthful of vegetable soup and said nonchalantly, "It's so late, isn't Mr. Huo coming to pick you up?"

Ling Zhao thought he was weird. Why did he keep mentioning Huo Yixiu?

Huo Yixiu had been very busy these days, even busier than she was. She fell asleep at night and didn't know when he came home. When she woke up in the morning, he was no longer at home.

Si Xingyue had only eaten half of the meal when he was called away by his assistant.

Ling Zhao threw away the takeaway box and saw a box of cigarettes under the corner of the table.

Tsk, this star is quite well-mannered and didn't light up a cigarette in her shop.

Ling Zhao casually put the cigarette box in the drawer.

At this time, she didn't know what was in the cigarette box.