The dumb wife died with hatred, and she was not obedient after rebirth
Chapter 23 Flirting
Letting go of his hand, Ling Zhao placed the bowl on the bedside table and took a tissue to wipe his mouth and hands.
[If you are asking if I should be scared if I lose my temper with Secretary Fan and put the blame on her, then I cannot answer your question and I think you are ridiculous.]
She picked up the quilt, lay down in it, and refused to communicate with him anymore.
Huo Yixiu didn't say anything. The room was so quiet that one could even hear his breathing.
Ling Zhao's hair stood up all over his body as he sensed everything in the room.
She seemed to hear some tapping sounds, very light and a little muffled, like a man's fingers tapping on the armrest of the sofa.
Each and every time, it was like knocking on her head, telling her to be obedient and not to think about lying to him.
Lord Huo Yixiu knows everything.
Ling Zhao clenched his fists and his palms began to sweat again.
After a long time, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and Fan Wenxin knocked on the door: "Mr. Huo, it's almost time to go to work. Do you plan to take a day off or go to the company? Today, all branches will come to the headquarters to report their performance."
Ling Zhao heard a faint rustling sound, followed by footsteps.
Only after Huo Yixiu left did Ling Zhao open his eyes and let out a long breath.
She slept until noon and woke up hungry.
I went downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat and heard Aunt Zhang talking.
"...Mr. Huo likes seafood, so he puts shrimp in his meat patties. He ate all the porridge that Secretary Fan made in the morning. He was so clean."
Ling Zhao stood at the kitchen door.
Huo Yixiu ate all the porridge that tasted so bad?
Huo Yixiu doesn't like things with fishy smell. Fish and meat cannot be fishy. He is extremely picky.
I remember the first time she cooked, she made egg fried rice. He took only one bite and said it tasted fishy, so he threw the fried rice away.
She had to repeatedly adjust the situation before he was willing to accept the food she cooked.
"Madam..." My cousin came out and saw Ling Zhao at the door. She called out and glanced angrily behind her.
There are often frictions when two nannies compete for the position.
Aunt Zhang took advantage of her seniority and bossed my cousin around, treating her like her deputy and directing her in things.
Ling Zhao nodded: [Is the meal ready? ]
My cousin barely understood what she said: "Except for the meat patties, everything else is ready and can be eaten."
Ling Zhao walked towards the dining room and motioned to his cousin to bring the food over.
She was alone at home at noon, and her lunch was simple, with one meat dish, one vegetable dish, one soup, and one half meat and half vegetable dish.
She picked up her chopsticks to eat. Her cousin seemed to want to say something but stopped herself. Aunt Zhang brought out the meat patties that had just been taken out of the steamer.
"Madam, when you were sleeping, Mr. Huo called and asked you to bring him lunch. It's a bit late at this time."
Ling Zhao held a mouthful of rice in his mouth, glanced at Aunt Zhang, and then looked at his cousin.
My cousin nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.
Ling Zhao nodded and understood.
She continued to eat, and Zhang Ma, with her plump back, hinted, "Madam, I have already put the food in the thermos box."
This time, Ling Zhao raised his eyes and looked at her.
In the morning, although Aunt Zhang supported her, her grip was very painful, like Aunt Rong.
The new nanny dared to do this to the employer's wife before she was sure whether she would stay.
Either he could tell from her expression that she was at the bottom of the family, or he knew that she would be left behind in the end.
This Aunt Zhang has grasped both points.
Ling Zhao picked up his phone and wrote: Since it’s already in the insulated box, why don’t you send it to Mr. Huo?
Both nannies have driver’s licenses, so it doesn’t matter who takes the baby to school.
Aunt Zhang said again, "Madam, maybe you didn't hear clearly. Mr. Huo said that he wanted you to go and send it off."
She emphasized half of the sentence.
My cousin pursed her lips.
Yu Yang knew that Ling Zhao had not returned home all night and was very worried about her situation. She said that after such a big incident, Huo Yixiu would definitely punish her. She asked her to help Ling Zhao and not let her be too sad.
My cousin whispered, "That's what Mr. Huo said. I'll go get the car ready."
She took the car keys and walked to the garage.
Ling Zhao looked at his cousin's back, helplessly putting down the lunch he had just taken a bite of.
She went upstairs to wash and change her clothes. Her cousin's car was waiting at the door of the house, and even the incubator was in the car.
……
At the headquarters of Junhai Technology Company, the entire seventeenth floor is Huo Yixiu’s office area.
Senior secretaries have their own offices, while the rest of the secretaries work in the public areas.
Fan Wenxin's office is separated from the president's office by a wall, one large and one small.
At noon, she came out of her office and went straight into the president's office.
"Should we eat at the staff cafeteria or a restaurant outside? There's a new Yunnan restaurant that has 100% of its ingredients airlifted in. Would you like to try it?"
She placed her hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Huo Yixiu with a smile.
Her dress had a V-neck, and as she posed, the neckline fell down. The platinum diamond necklace swayed in front of her chest, sparkling with light.
Huo Yixiu looked up at her, then lowered his head to read the document to be signed: "No, you go with Jiang Shang and the others, I'll reimburse you."
"It's not like I don't have money." Fan Wenxin pouted, lowered her body even lower, and tried to look at his lowered face, "Are you sick?"
She could tell there was a slight nasal twang in his voice.
She stretched out her hand to touch the man's forehead, but was intercepted in mid-air by Huo Yixiu.
He held her slender wrist and looked at her helplessly: "I'm not sick. I really don't want to eat."
Fan Wenxin smiled and was about to bring him some food when the office door opened.
Ling Zhao stood at the door, looking at the man and woman inside with clear eyes.
The man held the woman's wrist and smiled.
Flirting.
She stepped back and stood by the door.
"Come in." The man's voice came out, majestic and cold.
Ling Zhao walked in, his eyelashes half-closed, only looking at the area within three steps in front of him.
Fan Wenxin saw Ling Zhao carrying the insulated box, glanced at Huo Yixiu, and smiled brightly: "So the madam sent lunch, is there any for me?"
Ling Zhao looked up at her, and Fan Wenxin asked herself and answered: "It seems that there is no more."
"Then I'll go eat with Jiang Shang and the others."
She walked out in high heels, and when she passed by Ling Zhao, she paused, and then didn't stop for a second.
It seemed as if nothing had happened, and as if the atmosphere was deliberately made relaxed.
The office was spacious, with a small reception room. Ling Zhao placed the insulated box on the coffee table in the small room, and opened the boxes layer by layer, letting out the smell of food.
Huo Yixiu didn't like eating in the office. Ling Zhao once diligently brought him a meal, but he scolded him and sent him home without even touching the food.
Huo Yixiu moved from the desk to the small reception room, sat down, and picked up the chopsticks elegantly.
Ling Zhao was silent, like a decoration in the huge office.
Huo Yixiu glanced at her: "Did you sleep well?"
Ling Zhao glanced at him.
How could she sleep well? She didn't even have lunch.
[Why do you ask me to deliver food? You don’t like me coming to the company. ]
"Mrs. Huo did not return home overnight. Her family knew about this, but we cannot guarantee that no one else knew about it. Mrs. Huo showed up at the company, safe and sound, and nothing happened, so no rumors would spread."
The man's voice was slightly hoarse, and he frowned slightly while eating the meat pie and put down his chopsticks.
He spat the meat pie in his mouth into a tissue and threw it into the trash can: "Which nanny made this?"
Ling Zhao: [I don’t know. But maybe I saw Mr. Huo finish his porridge in the morning and thought he liked fishy food.]
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