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

Ling Zhao looked into his dark, clear eyes. Feeling embarrassed by his gaze, he struggled hard and pulled his hand back.

She saw in his eyes that he, too, was recalling the rare friendly times of their youth.

Huo Yixiu looked at the empty big hand, which still had her warmth in its palm.

He smiled, his face relaxed, and when he started the car, he said, "You can touch somewhere else next time."

Go directly back to Jinxi Garden.

The cousin didn't know Huo Yixiu was back, so she only prepared dinner for Ling Zhao. Seeing Huo Yixiu, she was stunned: "Mr. Huo, I didn't hear that you were back..."

Huo Yixiu, however, acted as if he didn't see her and pulled Ling Zhao upstairs.

After the bedroom door was closed, he pushed Ling Zhao against the door and took off her clothes one by one.

Downstairs, my cousin looked up and suddenly realized that a short separation is better than a new marriage!

Fortunately, I was smart and didn't follow and disturb them.

Fortunately, there were still some ingredients in the refrigerator, so my cousin took out the oysters and sea cucumbers from the refrigerator, and also took a handful of leeks.

She finished cooking dinner and left quietly.

Upstairs, Huo Yixiu stripped Ling Zhao down to his long underwear.

The pure black clothes wrapped tightly around her body, with curvy figure, Ling Zhao thought that she was definitely not beautiful.

Who would say a woman wearing long underwear is beautiful?

Huo Yixiu stopped moving, and Ling Zhao thought he had lost interest. He was about to pick up his clothes and put them on, but the man said in a hoarse voice, "I just came back. I'm going to take a shower. Wait for me."

He picked her up, tucked her into the quilt, and went into the bathroom.

Ling Zhao was wrapped in a silk quilt, looking towards the bathroom, his cheeks red.

At the same time, I felt a little warm inside.

It seems irresistible for a man to be attentive and considerate to a woman.

She threw back the covers and followed him to the bathroom.

The man stood under the shower, the water droplets wet his hair and flowed down his strong muscles.

He looked at her wetly, and Ling Zhao silently squeezed a handful of shampoo and pressed it on his hair.

On the palm of my hand was his coarse hair, on the back of my hand was white foam, in front of me was his heavy breathing and burning gaze.

The black clothes were completely wet, sticking to her body. Together with her thick black hair, her white hair looked shiny and bright, like a water fairy.

The man's kiss fell, winding all the way down from her eyes to her lips.

The body temperature of the two people seemed to heat up the entire bathroom, and the walls were covered with steam.

"Legs..." He separated his lips from hers for a moment, panting, and stepped down on her pants...

……

I don’t know how long the passion lasted, but Ling Zhao felt that he was about to be eaten up by him, and finally he was satisfied.

But my stomach made a rumbling sound.

The two looked at each other, Huo Yixiu found home clothes from the closet, pulled her up to put clothes on her, and carried her downstairs.

My cousin was no longer in the room, but there was a barbecue table on the dining table.

Everything is ready, just put the oysters on the grill, skewer the leeks, and prepare the condiments such as mashed garlic.

The sea cucumbers are made into soup and placed in a small stove, which can be heated by lighting the alcohol wax underneath.

A lot of yang-boosting ingredients...

Ling Zhao glanced at Huo Yixiu. The man sat down calmly and commented, "She is quite capable."

The alcohol wax was lit and the sea cucumber soup was heated. At the same time, the oysters were placed on the grill and soon they started sizzling.

Ling Zhao ate the ready-made stomach-warming porridge and watched Huo Yixiu busying himself.

After a filling dinner, Huo Yixiu also replenished his energy and had another night of love.

The next day, Ling Zhao thought she should just lie down like this all day.

Huo Yixiu let out all the passion he had been holding back for more than half a month, and she was so tired that she couldn't move at all.

But he got up at 6:30, only half an hour later than usual.

After packing up, I went to the company.

The turmoil caused by Fan Wenxin and the Fan family urgently requires him to go back and take charge of the situation.

Ling Zhao closed his eyes, hesitating between getting up to have breakfast or asking his cousin to bring breakfast to his room, but his cell phone rang first.

A slender arm stretched out from the quilt and answered the call without checking the caller ID.

She thought it was Huo Yixiu, but Qin Zhan's lively voice came from the other end: "Mrs. Huo, are you free today?"

Ling Zhao was stunned and opened his eyes.

There has been no news from this person for several days.

She tapped the screen, and Qin Zhan said he would treat her to breakfast tea. After telling her the breakfast restaurant, he hung up the phone.

Ling Zhao realized later that something was wrong with Qin Zhan.

He was used to being careless and always addressed her by her name, but today he deliberately called her "Mrs. Huo". His deliberately light tone showed that he was worried.

Ling Zhao finished packing and went downstairs. His cousin was feeding the fish in the fish pond. She said, "Madam, your husband has gone to the company and told you to eat breakfast before going out."

"By the way, do you want lunch delivered? Should I deliver it to your store, or should you take the insulated box to Mr.'s company?"

My cousin’s tone was light, and the rest of the sentence was pure teasing.

Ling Zhao originally planned to rest at home today and go to Huo Yixiu's company at noon, but he has changed his mind.

She said to her cousin: "I have something to do. You don't need to make lunch at noon, and you don't need to send it to Lingji."

She didn't know how long Qin Zhan would talk to her.

My cousin thought she was having a romantic lunch with Huo Yixiu in a restaurant and didn't ask any further questions.

Ling Zhao drove out and headed straight for the tea restaurant that Qin Zhan mentioned. Halfway through the drive, he remembered something and turned around to go to Ling Ji to pick up the gloves that Qin Zheng had left behind.

When they arrived at the tea restaurant, Qin Zhan was waiting very patiently. He didn't play any games, and there was no pretty sister around to chat and laugh with him.

He looked out the window quietly, with one arm resting on the back of the chair.

The tea on the table has gone cold.

When he heard footsteps and turned around to see Ling Zhao, he said slowly and nonchalantly, "It's so late, it's almost time for lunch."

He checked his watch and found Ling Zhao holding something in his hand. He stretched his neck and asked, "Go buy me a gift? When do we need to be so polite?"

Before opening the box, he asked the waiter to replace all the dishes on the table.

While waiting, he quickly opened the box, but only saw a pair of lace gloves, and his playful expression disappeared.

Ling Zhao said politely: [This is the glove your sister forgot about last time and left at Lingji.]

Qin Zhan frowned, nodded randomly, and put the box aside.

The steaming hot meal was served. Qin Zhan picked up the chopsticks, picked up a steamed bun and placed it on the plate in front of Ling Zhao: "Eat it while it's hot."

He also picked one up and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

But he seemed to be worried.

Ling Zhao was also hungry, so after she finished a steamed bun, Qin Zhan gave her some shrimp dumplings, rice rolls, and walnut buns, whatever was available.

[That’s enough. I can’t eat so much.] She looked at him.

Qin Zhan's chopsticks were still holding a tiger-skin chicken claw, dangling in the air.

In the end, the chicken feet were placed on Ling Zhao's plate.

He poured himself a cup of digestive tea and said, "No hurry, we'll chat for a while longer today, so we can eat while we chat."

Ling Zhao picked up a piece of rice noodle roll and dipped it into the soy sauce dish.

Qin Zhan looked at her and said, "I'm sorry about what happened that day."

Ling Zhao glanced at him: [You've already apologized. ]

Qin Zhan nodded, paused, and nodded again, but didn't say anything else.

Ling Zhao could only say the opposite: [Qin Xie, is he actually your sister's child? ]

Qin Zhan paused as his fingers were sliding on the edge of the cup, then nodded and said in a low voice, "You figured it out."

[They look alike. Your Qin family's genes are very obvious.]

Qin Zhan curled his lips in boredom: "That's true..."

He muttered a few more words afterwards, and Ling Zhao vaguely heard the words "inferior genes".