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

Huo Yixiu ordered Jiang Shang not to tell Ling Zhao, and just let her think that he was worried about Liu Zheng.

Anyway, one more isn’t too much, and a pair is the same, so let’s just deal with it together.

The man patted Ling Zhao's shoulder and said, "Go to sleep."

He lay down and didn't want to talk any more.

Ling Zhao reached out his hand and gestured silently towards his folded back, wanting to hug him, but felt like he was disturbing him.

If she completely let herself go and ignored the Huo family's affairs, wouldn't he blame her for being selfish?

A few days passed peacefully.

The decoration of the new store in Longfu Plaza has been almost completed. Ling Zhao made an appointment with Yu Yang and brought his cousin to choose the decorations for the store.

The furniture store is huge, and I can actually meet Qin Zhan here.

"Long time no see." Qin Zhan put his hands in his pockets, tilted his neck to look her up and down, and couldn't help rubbing her head, which made her woolen hat crooked.

Ling Zhao straightened his hat: [Why are you here? Which girlfriend did you buy a house for? ]

Qin Zhan said, "You can speak now, why are you still using sign language when you come to me?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and said, "That's not a good thing to say."

Qin Zhan smiled slightly: "Just listen to me, and I will tell you who I will buy a house for and decorate it for."

Ling Zhao curled her lips. She didn't care. She just asked casually, like saying hello.

Turn around and leave.

Qin Zhan pulled her back: "Why are you leaving? Okay, I'll tell you who I bought the house for."

There was a coffee shop nearby. Qin Zhan turned his head towards it and said, "Let's go sit there?"

Yu Yang quietly pulled Ling Zhao's sleeve. Qin Zhan saw it and said calmly, "There is a massage parlor next door. Please go with this sister. I'll pay for it."

Ling Zhao turned to Yu Yang and said, "You and your cousin help me choose the ornaments first. I'll be here in a while."

Then he said to Qin Zhan: [Didn’t you say we should drink coffee? ]

Qin Zhan curled the corners of his lips, and they entered the coffee shop one after another.

The two ordered different flavors of coffee.

"The house was bought for Liu Zheng. She doesn't want to live in a hotel anymore. It's not convenient for her to live at her aunt's place. As for the Qin Mansion, she is even more uncomfortable living there."

Ling Zhao was speechless. She shouldn't have asked so casually.

You don't have to go into so much detail.

Qin Zhan laughed: "I'm just worried that you might misunderstand."

Ling Zhao narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at his playful smile, she said: [It has nothing to do with me, why would I misunderstand anything. It's just that you definitely don't want us to misunderstand the doll placed in Huo Weiyang's cemetery. ]

Qin Zhan lowered his eyelids and circled his slender fingers along the rim of the cup.

The cup was warm, and my fingers warmed up too.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of his lips: "Do you want to speak for the Huo family?"

Ling Zhao took a sip of coffee, savoring its mellow flavor.

She frowned slightly: [This shop cuts corners on the coffee. ]

Maybe it’s because it’s in a furniture store, and I know that the customers who come here are in a hurry and don’t have the time to appreciate the products carefully.

Qin Zhan looked at her, and Ling Zhao sighed: [Liu Zheng put the doll on Huo Weiyang's grave, and challenged him so bluntly. She has already made Teacher Du so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage, isn't that enough? ]

[The child died more than a decade ago. I don't think the Liu family agreed to her giving birth to the child. What's the point of talking about revenge after so many years? ]

[You think so too, and believe that the Huo family owes her? ]

Qin Zhan put away his playful smile and said coldly: "Ling Zhao, she is my sister."

He knew what Ling Zhao was going to say, but he didn't care.

Born in a wealthy family, he received very little love. His family was a deformed one. His mother had to manage the huge Wanliu Group, his father lived a carefree life overseas, and the one who grew up with her was Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng gave him the love of his family.

He is a person who protects his own people and cannot distinguish right from wrong.

Seeing that there was no point in persuading him, Ling Zhao stood up and was about to leave.

Qin Zhan raised his eyes and looked at her: "Are you leaving now?"

[Is there any need for us to continue talking?]

[I am the daughter-in-law of the Huo family, and you are Liu Zheng’s biological brother, so avoid suspicion.] She picked up her bag and turned around, thinking of something, and spoke, "Liu Zheng is obsessed with revenge for his child and the love she didn't get."

"You might as well go back and ask her if Qin Xie should hate her for the motherly love he never had when he grows up. And also the daughter she had with Huaqiao."

She could have lived a happy and comfortable life, but she chose to live like a living dead for the sake of someone who had already passed away.

"Her motivation to live should be for the living. If she lives for the dead, her life will not last long. Qin Zhan, since you value her, you should seriously consider her. Do you want her to live or die?"

Her pronunciation was weird, and she said so much in one breath. She was not sure if Qin Zhan could understand her.

However, as Qin Zhan's friend and Huo Yixiu's wife, she had said everything she needed to say, so she didn't need to feel guilty.

Qin Zhan was stunned. When Ling Zhao passed by him, he grabbed her arm and raised his eyes and said, "Even if I want to let go, will Huo Yixiu be willing?"

"Whether it's for revenge or to welcome Huo Yixiu's revenge, this war can't be stopped."

He let go, and Ling Zhao did not stop.

Yu Yang and her cousin picked out some nice ornaments. When Ling Zhao went back to find them, they were discussing where to put the beautiful elk.

“… put lights on it, and it will light up at night, very mysterious, just like the nine-colored deer in mythology… Close your eyes and imagine walking on the pedestrian street at night, and suddenly you are attracted by the mysterious light.”

My cousin said, "Ling Zhao likes pandas. Besides, this is an elk. Even if it wears lanterns, it is still an elk. It cannot become a nine-colored deer."

Yu Yang complained about her cousin's straight girl: "But elk was a mascot in ancient times, and the Nine-Colored Deer is even more of a myth."

Ling Zhao walked over and said: [Why not just buy it? Whether it’s a nine-colored deer or an elk, it’s fine as long as it looks good.]

She took a look at the deer made of root carving and found it was indeed beautiful.

She also liked the lamp next to it, which was also made of tree roots and was as tall as a person: [I'll buy this one too. ]

Yu Yang looked at her: "Did you finish your conversation with Master Qin so quickly?"

Ling Zhao's expression was indifferent: [There's nothing to talk about.]

Yu Yang said nothing more.

Qin Zhan sat in the coffee shop for a long time. Until the coffee cooled down, he picked it up, took a sip, and spit it out.

Hmm, they did cut corners, and it tastes even worse when it gets cold.

Just like Liu Zheng's long-lasting love, it died before it could become intense and was delayed for many years. Drinking this sip would hurt both others and himself.

Qin Zhan picked up the mobile phone on the corner of the table, played with it for a long time, but ultimately did not send the message to Ling Zhao.

A few days later, the ornaments ordered from the furniture store were delivered to Longfu Plaza.

Ling Zhao signed for the items in the store while the workers at the furniture store moved down the furniture, tables, chairs, sofas and other items.

"Wait, this root carving coffee table is not mine." Ling Zhao stopped the worker who was about to enter.

The foreman was shocked, thinking that the wrong goods were delivered. You know, none of the goods in this batch are cheap, if there is a mistake, his whole month's work will be in vain.