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

Huo Yixiu looked at her, leaning back on the sofa, his scrutinizing gaze coming again.

"Are you so hostile to me?"

Ling Zhao's breathing paused slightly, and his curled fingers moved.

In order to make up for not coming home all night, she acted out a drama and brought in all the resentment from her previous life.

However, the people are still the same people, and only she is still struggling in resentment and fear. They are always so high and mighty!

Look at Fan Wenxin. She apologized pitifully in the morning at Huo's house, but just a few hours later, she acted arrogantly in front of her and ignored her.

Huo Yixiu was worried that she was lost the last second, and said that he had been looking for her all night, but in fact he was worried about his own reputation, not her safety.

They were flirting in this office, who really cared about how she felt?

In that case, why couldn't she take the opportunity to trample them hard?

Huo Yixiu picked up the cigarette box, knocked out a cigarette and lit it, and smoke rose up.

There was a knock on the office door. They both looked over and saw a secretary from the secretarial office come in with a takeaway bag with the words "Shangyunlou" written on it.

The secretary smiled and said to Huo Yixiu, "Boss Huo, Secretary Fan said that the mushroom soup in this restaurant is very authentic. He packed a portion for me to bring over to you as a side dish."

The secretary opened the takeaway package, and the sealed soup was intact, not a drop spilled. When the lid was opened, the fragrance filled the room.

Ling Zhao looked at the pot of soup with drooped eyelids. When the secretary stood up, she glanced at her with a mocking look, her lips tilted to one side.

The secretary went out.

Ling Zhao felt discouraged by the soup and found it quite boring.

Who takes her seriously?

Does it matter who she is hostile to?

Flirting, demonstrations, suppression…it has never changed.

[Secretary Fan ordered mushroom soup especially for you. Drink it while it's hot. I'm going back now.]

Ling Zhao was about to leave, but Huo Yixiu grabbed her wrist and Ling Zhao looked down at him.

Huo Yixiu held a cigarette in his other hand. He took a puff and pointed at the steaming mushroom soup with the hand holding the cigarette. He said to her, "You haven't had lunch yet, have you? Eat this before you go back."

Ling Zhao wanted to say, she was so angry that she was full of anger, could she beat him up to help him digest the anger?

"I heard your stomach rumbling." The man took a look at her belly, exerted force with his arms, dragged her to sit down, unwrapped the spoon and chopsticks with his own hands, and stuffed the chopsticks into her hands.

Ling Zhao touched his stomach. Was there any noise?

Just then, my stomach growled.

Huo Yixiu laughed: "After eating this bowl of soup, will Mrs. Huo's resentment disappear?"

Ling Zhao frowned slightly and looked at him as if he was coaxing a child.

Even so, it was the kind of care he had never given in his previous life.

She drank the soup that Fan Wenxin brought her, finishing every drop as if in revenge.

That woman is so mad!

She left the company only after she had eaten her fill.

The insulated box was not taken away, so she didn't care whether Huo Yixiu threw it away or took it home.

Yu Yang kept sending WeChat messages to Ling Zhao, sometimes making voice calls, sometimes making video calls, and strongly requesting a meeting.

Ever since Ling Zhao was threatened by Huo Yixiu, he had been intentionally keeping his distance from Yu Yang, but after this incident, he decided to meet her.

Yu Yang had just finished meeting with a client, and ordered coffee while discussing business with the client.

Yu Yang ordered some coffee for Ling Zhao, muttering, "You really scared me." She pushed aside her hair that was blocking her face, and showed Ling Zhao her face, which was thickly powdered.

"Look, look, I was scared by you. I didn't sleep well last night, and when I woke up this morning my face was swollen and blue, like a ghost. I was really afraid that the client would be scared to death by me..."

She mumbled a lot and said a lot in one breath, as if she didn't care at all that Ling Zhao didn't reply to her message a few days ago.

Ling Zhao looked at Yu Yang's half cup of coffee. Next to the cup was a stylish red laptop.

You can tell at first glance that he is an urban white-collar worker.

Ling Zhao envied Yu Yang's dynamism, even though she always called herself a working dog.

[I'm not a child, there's nothing to worry about.]

"You're not a child, but you're dumb." Yu Yang was angry that she didn't know the seriousness of the matter yet, "Do you think this is fun?"

She was quick-talking and used to the way she interacted with Ling Zhao.

Good girlfriends can talk about anything, and Ling Zhao is so gentle and well-behaved, and has never seen the dangers of society.

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and rubbed his fingers on the coffee cup.

She knew that Yu Yang cared about her. In this world, he was the only friend who truly cared about her.

"Did Huo Yixiu get angry? Did he scold you? And that Fan Wenxin, the so-called first secretary, is only concerned with herself and flirting in front of those dignitaries. She can't even take care of the boss's wife, she deserves death! If I were Huo Yixiu, I would fire her immediately!"

Ling Zhao pushed the coffee towards Yu Yang and added ice cubes to it to help her cool down.

[She is Huo Yixiu's secretary, and her responsibility is to take care of her boss's work and life. Her job does not include me.]

Although, most of the time, Fan Wenxin would rely on her status as Huo Yixiu's secretary to boss her around and constantly belittle her.

Yu Yang stared at her with eyes wide open: "I am speaking for you, why are you speaking for that woman! This is a good opportunity, you have to tell Huo Yixiu that it was that woman who deliberately left you in the hotel!"

Ling Zhao looked at Yu Yang's drastic expression and the powder on his face fell off.

She took out a tissue and wiped Yu Yang.

If Yu Yang knew how Huo Yixiu flirted with Fan Wenxin in the office, he would not have said these words.

Ling Zhao smiled: [He didn't scold me, and even asked me to bring him lunch at noon. He also gave me the soup that Fan Wenxin ordered for him.]

Yu Yang's expression suddenly changed, and he poked Ling Zhao's shoulder in an ambiguous way: "Huo Yixiu asked you to deliver the meal because he was acting like a spoiled child to you. When a man does something wrong, he is embarrassed to bow down to a woman, so he finds some trivial things to torment a woman and seek a sense of existence."

"He gave you the soup that Fan Wenxin gave him to make amends for your crime."

Ling Zhao grinned and did not deny Yu Yang's interpretation.

Unfortunately not.

If a man really wants to admit his mistake to a woman, he shouldn't offer her food or soup.

She remembered that in her previous life, Fan Wenxin wrote the wrong amount on the contract. Huo Yixiu scolded her for a few words, but later gave her a Hermès bag.

At that time, she thought that it was a reward from Huo Yixiu for Fan Wenxin winning the order.

Until she was locked up, Fan Wenxin came to see her with the bag and said proudly that it was an apology gift from Huo Yixiu for speaking harshly to her.

It was then that Ling Zhao realized that there was actually such a special reason for a man to give a gift to a woman as an apology gift.

Just because she hasn't enjoyed it doesn't mean she doesn't have it.

"Are you happy?" Yu Yang looked at Ling Zhao in a daze, thinking that she had had an epiphany, and asked Ling Zhao to keep up the good work and lose her temper in front of Huo Yixiu more often.

……

"Yi Xiu, is Ling Zhao gone?"

Fan Wenxin watched Ling Zhao's car leave the company before entering the elevator and going directly to Huo Yixiu's office.

Everything in the small reception room had been cleared away by the cleaners, and the washed thermal boxes were placed on the table.

"Yeah." Huo Yixiu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand in his trouser pocket, overlooking the small park not far away, thinking about something.

Fan Wenxin walked to his side and looked at the park with him.

She asked, "Is the soup good?"

"Well, not bad."

Fan Wenxin smiled. "It's just 'not bad'. The chef said he boiled the broth for six hours. The villagers picked the mushrooms from the mountains in the early morning and flew to South City before daybreak."

"Hearing what you said, I should go to the store in person to show my support."

Fan Wenxin smiled sweetly, but the next second her smile faded. She asked, "Do you believe what Zhao Zhao said, that you spent a night in the hotel garden?"