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

Ling Zhao was so frightened that she almost fell down, but fortunately Aunt Zhang supported her.

She glanced at Huo Yixiu, pushed away Zhang Ma's support, half bent down to change her shoes, and her necklace dangled in the air as she leaned forward.

In just a few seconds, Huo Yixiu had looked her whole body over.

Although his clothes were covered in dust, they were not torn. His hair was damp, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked very listless.

Ling Zhao walked into the living room in soft-soled slippers, and fell down before the tip of his shoe touched the sofa.

"Madam!" The cousin was startled and rushed down the stairs, picked her up and put her on the sofa.

Reeking of alcohol.

She frowned and whispered in Ling Zhao's ear: "Everyone was looking for you last night. I asked Yu Yang, and she said you were not with her. So you'd better not..."

Before she could finish her words, a tall shadow appeared above them.

Ling Zhao narrowed her eyes slightly, and Fan Wenxin looked down at her with concern: "Madam, where have you been? Mr. Huo has been looking for you all night and didn't sleep all night!"

The cousin gave her another look, and Ling Zhao understood that she wanted to tell her that if she wanted to make up an excuse, she couldn't tell it to Yu Yang.

Ling Zhao motioned to his cousin to help her up, and pointed with a stern face: [I want to ask you, why didn't anyone tell me when you left? ]

Fan Wenxin had a complicated expression on her face and turned to look at Huo Yixiu who was walking slowly towards her.

The man's face was grim and his eyes were bloodshot. He stared at Ling Zhao coldly: "Who are you blaming?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips, his eyes moving between the two people.

The atmosphere became particularly depressing.

The dark clouds that were dispersed by the wind suddenly gathered together, and it was about to rain.

Ling Zhao lowered his eyes: [I don't know who to blame, maybe it's myself. ]

She stood up and asked her cousin to help her upstairs.

Just as he took a step, Huo Yixiu pulled him back: "Where are you going?"

Ling Zhao looked at him: [I have been in the hotel.]

Huo Yixiu's eyebrows seemed to be frozen: "Are you sure?"

[I was enjoying the breeze in the garden, and when I woke up, it was almost dawn. Don’t you think it’s interesting? ]

Huo Yixiu pressed his lips into a straight line and stared intently, as if trying to find a hint of falsehood in her eyes.

Garden?

He looked at her hair, clothes, and the necklace again.

There were indeed dirt fragments in the gaps between the gems and the metal inlays.

However, except for the section from the east hall corridor to the elevator, he had checked all the surveillance cameras in other places...

[Huo Yixiu, I am a dumb person. I don't understand when others say something sarcastic, and I obey you even more. It was you who said that I could show off in front of others, so I did more last night.]

[I thought you were satisfied with my performance.] Ling Zhao glanced at Fan Wenxin, [Maybe I just feel good about myself, and you prefer Secretary Fan's way of entertaining people.]

Fan Wenxin opened his mouth in desperation: "Ling Zhao!"

Ling Zhao glanced at her coldly and waved his fingers, not giving her a chance to interrupt.

[If you don't like me, you can just say it directly. Why did you abandon me? Isn't this punishment too much? You know that I am most afraid of——]

Her emotions reached a peak and her lips opened with the emotion.

"What are you arguing about!" Huo's mother was startled and slowly walked down the stairs, rubbing her temple.

The sudden sound of insertion caused Ling Zhao's raised hand to pause in mid-air.

Mother Huo didn't sleep well and had nightmares for half the night. Her tired look made her look several years older.

But the look she gave Ling Zhao was as sharp as an arrow, full of deterrence: "You've made everyone look for you and you still think you're right?"

Ling Zhao closed his lips and his arms fell weakly.

Did she quarrel?

This wouldn't be the case if she had a voice.

She didn't look at Huo Yixiu again, she carried her dirty skirt upstairs, leaving everyone behind.

When I reached the corner of the stairs, I heard Fan Wenxin's aggrieved voice downstairs: "Yixiu, Auntie, I'm sorry. It was my carelessness that I didn't check carefully. It's reasonable for Zhao Zhao to be resentful of me."

"Yi Xiu, it's my fault that you have to bear Zhao Zhao's anger."

"Who have you let down?" Mother Huo held Fan Wenxin's hand and glanced upstairs. "You dare to drink so much even though you can't hold your alcohol. You got drunk and pushed the responsibility onto others. It's a bad habit that's ingrained in you..."

The voice gradually faded away. Ling Zhao tightly grasped the stair handrail, his knuckles turned white, and his body trembled slightly.

There was something else behind what Mrs. Huo said, which others could not understand, but Ling Zhao and Huo Yixiu could understand it too.

Anyone who had experienced the disaster that happened fourteen years ago knew what she meant.

Ling Zhao's face turned pale, and finally she smiled miserably. She had already died once, so why was she still angry?

She can even use the fact that she was abandoned by her parents when she was young to cover up her lies, so what else can't we listen to?

She returned to her room with legs and feet as if they were filled with lead.

In order to provide evidence to support her lie, she placed the necklace in the hospital flower bed, covered it with dirt, and even lay on the lawn for a while.

Looking at her dirty self in the mirror, her heart was still beating fast.

I can't tell whether it's a lie or just because Huo's mother is angry.

When I came out of the shower, there was a bowl of porridge on the bedside table.

I don't know who put it in there.

In order to make the lie more realistic, Ling Zhao did not drink the porridge that Wen Mingrui bought and felt very dizzy while taking a shower.

She picked up the porridge and took a sip. It tasted strange.

Not like something a nanny would make.

When she was a child, she was very picky about food and would not eat anything with a strange smell. But after going through a lot of hardships, she no longer cared about anything.

"The porridge was cooked by Fan Wenxin." Huo Yixiu stood at the door without knowing when.

Ling Zhao looked down at the porridge, then at him.

She put the bowl down.

[Should I not drink? Or should I go and thank her specifically? ]

Huo Yixiu walked in, his voice a little gentler than before: "You are very hostile to Fan Wenxin, when did she offend you?"

Ling Zhao looked at him, trying to read from his face what kind of answer he wanted.

Are you speaking for her?

Huo Yixiu bent his tall body, resting his bony hands on his knees, his eyes level with hers.

It seemed that he was looking straight ahead, but those dark eyes were like the eyes of a wolf hidden in the shadows, staring at its lying prey.

Ling Zhao saw his own shadow in his pupils.

Pale, weak and helpless, with nowhere to hide.

She curled her fingers slightly and slid them gently along her throat.

Huo Yixiu looked at her for a while, straightened up, walked to the sofa by the window and sat down.

"Drink the porridge first. The babysitter is looking for you everywhere and has no time to make breakfast."

Ling Zhao took a look at the porridge and didn't want to go against his stomach.

How many people in the world can drink the porridge made by Secretary Fan?

She lowered her eyes and drank the porridge slowly, but Huo Yixiu never took his eyes off her.

Even when sitting, 185's body still has a strong presence.

He rested his left elbow on the armrest of the sofa, crossed his long legs, like a lazy black panther watching its prey eat. When the prey was full and relaxed, he would pounce on it.

Ling Zhao's throat felt like it was clogged with cotton and she could hardly swallow. She almost counted the remaining half bowl of porridge as she ate it, grain by grain.

The man suddenly said, "Are you scared?"

Ling Zhao paused and looked up at him.

If you were to sleep in the hotel garden, it wouldn't be that scary.

If you accidentally eat something you shouldn't, that would be scary.

If, he was referring to lying to him... Ling Zhao clenched the spoon.

Which one is he referring to?

The sofa was a few meters away from the bed, and against the gloomy light, the outline of his face became blurred.

But the look he gave her was sharp and calculating.