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

"Little mute, nice to see you again."

The man was wearing a burgundy casual suit with nothing underneath. Under the dim light, his chest glowed with a honey-colored luster, making him look trendy and sexy.

He looks like a gigolo, but his clothes are very expensive and a gigolo cannot afford them; he looks like a rich young man, but I have never seen a rich young man ignore a room full of beauties and flirt with a mute.

The colleague looked at Ling Zhao curiously.

Ling Zhao felt so ashamed and embarrassed that he wished he could burrow into the ground.

I don’t know what kind of fate it is that I have run into this strange man several times.

Ling Zhao lowered her head and pretended not to hear, but the man waved his hand at her: "Little mute, don't you remember me? The last time we..."

Ling Zhao's eyes widened. She jumped up, grabbed the man's arm, and regardless of the fact that everyone was watching, she angrily dragged the man to the bathroom door.

She stared at him, her fingers flying: [Don't talk nonsense, I don't even know you! ]

Qin Zhan saw her angry expression and thought she didn't want to be exposed in front of her friends. He glanced at the people entering and leaving the bathroom beside him and pointed at her clothes: "Wearing the company uniform, are you not hanging out with a rich man, or are you hanging out with a big boss?"

Ling Zhao took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She took out her cell phone and poked the keyboard hard on the screen: I'm not the kind of person you think!

"Not that kind of person?" Qin Zhan smiled.

The little internet celebrity wants to go ashore and stop being a mermaid?

He crossed his arms, leaned forward slightly, and stared at her pretty red face: "Adult store, is that furry tail fun?"

Ling Zhao felt as if he was struck by lightning. His whole body became stiff and his skin quickly turned red, visibly.

Hairy tail...

She was too embarrassed to throw the thing away, so she stuffed it into her pocket. At that time, Yu Yang said that she finally got it, but when she got home, the thing was gone.

The pockets on the pants I wore that day were shallow, so it must have been lost.

Ling Zhao pursed her lips and glared at him, but she was tongue-tied and didn't know how to answer.

The man said slowly: "I paid for the tail. I didn't use it, so you have to tell me how it felt."

He folded his arms and lowered his body again to look at her level, his tone extremely ambiguous.

With his arms tucked in, his collar bulged, revealing a large area of ​​honey-colored, shiny skin under Ling Zhao's eyes, with firm muscles undulating. The deeper he looked, the more mysterious it became, which made people imagine a lot.

Ling Zhao didn't know that when men become coquettish, they can be even more seductive than women.

Her mouth suddenly felt dry.

"Hey, where are you looking?" Qin Zhao saw her eyes wandering away and her face blushed suspiciously.

Ling Zhao was caught, holding his phone and typing seriously: [You wanted to show it to others, remember to wear a base shirt inside next time, it doesn’t look good at all! ]

Qin Zhan raised his eyebrows and looked down at himself.

not good-looking?

With his muscles, skin and figure, is there anyone who says he is not good-looking?

Ling Zhao wanted to get away and was about to explain to him when his cell phone suddenly rang.

Message from Yu Yang: Huo Yixiu and Fan Wenxin are going to the auction, why are you not here?

She also sent me a photo.

In the photo, Huo Yixiu is wearing a black new Chinese suit, and Fan Wenxin is wearing a champagne-colored fishtail dress, looking beautiful and elegant, like a goddess.

She held Huo Yixiu's arm, one of them lowered their heads while the other raised their heads, and they were saying something.

The woman had a smile in her eyes, and the man had a gentle look and affectionate eyes.

The photo was taken candidly, with no deliberate posing, but they look extremely harmonious and a perfect match.

Ling Zhao stared at the photo in a trance, his stomach aching.

Qin Zhan didn't know what she was staring at on the phone, but he could see that she looked unhappy.

"Hey, little mute, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Zhao shook his head and exited Yu Yang’s WeChat.

【My colleague is still waiting for me. 】

Regardless of whether the man understood or not, she returned to the booth in a daze.

When her colleagues saw her coming back, they immediately stopped talking about her behind her back and asked her openly, "Ling Zhao, who is that person? Is he your friend?"

"Why don't you invite him to play with you? We are not exclusive people."

Several female colleagues were smiling, hoping that a handsome guy would join them.

So the most popular booth in the bar tonight is theirs.

Ling Zhao was not in the mood to chat with them. He picked up the wine glass and was about to pour the wine into his mouth when he was stopped by Qin Zhan.

Qin Zhan glanced at her colleagues. He was very familiar with them and sat down next to Ling Zhao. He put his long arms on the backrest behind her, crossed his long and strong legs, and said to those people, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Don't mind, don't mind. We can't wait to welcome you, handsome guy." The female colleague sitting opposite Ling Zhao gave a warm welcome.

Qin Zhan smiled, thanked her, put the intercepted glass of wine back on the table, and said to Ling Zhao nonchalantly: "You have been out for so long, the bubbles in this wine have disappeared, and the taste is not right. I will change it for you."

He raised his arm and snapped his fingers, his posture both handsome and cool.

The bartender came over with a tray, and Qin Zhan handed a cocktail to Ling Zhao: "Drink this, it tastes good."

At the other end of the booth, a male colleague watched Qin Zhan change his wine and continued to play games with his head down. No one noticed the strange look in his eyes.

Ling Zhao drank the wine the man handed over in one gulp without even frowning.

Qin Zhan raised his eyebrows. So fierce?

"Handsome guy, why don't you buy us a drink too?" The female colleagues started to cheer, and Qin Zhan was generous as well. He ordered a lot of wine and said that they could drink as much as they wanted, and he would pay.

Everyone’s carnival, Ling Zhao’s loneliness.

The scene of Huo Yixiu and Fan Wenxin looking into each other's eyes lingered in her mind for a long time, overlapping with the scene she saw with her own eyes where he fastened her seat belt.

His fingers rubbed the edge of the phone unconsciously.

No wonder he responded so calmly when she said she would be back late in the evening.

Wasn't he against her attending parties and the like alone?

Doesn't he dislike her coming to places like bars?

Didn’t he say he was worried that she would be bullied?

Ha ha.

Ling Zhao looked at his colleagues who were drinking and playing cards, and suspected that this so-called welcome party was arranged with a purpose.

That way, she wouldn't have to show up at that auction.

When others asked about Mrs. Huo, he could say openly that Mrs. Huo had a job and had to work overtime and could not leave.

The discomfort in her stomach became more and more intense. She covered her stomach, grabbed her cell phone and rushed out.

Qin Zhan was startled, and when he ran out, he saw the woman leaning against a tree, vomiting violently.

“You drink even though you can’t drink…” The man hated cleaning up the mess the most, and handed over the tissue with a frown.

……

Auction site.

Qiao Jingze, Huo Yixiu and Fan Wenxin sat in a row, looking at the auction items on the stage.

Qiao Jingze's phone vibrated. He took it out and looked at it. His eyebrows moved and he gently nudged Huo Yixiu with his elbow.

Huo Yixiu lowered his head, Qiao Jingze's cell phone was right under his nose.

There is a short video on the screen that has not been clicked.

Qiao Jingze clicked the play button. The picture was dim and the image quality was not clear, but Huo Yixiu could tell at a glance who the woman on the screen was - Ling Zhao.

She was holding a cocktail, with a relaxed posture, looking up and slightly closing her eyes. The light and shadow fell on her face, and that face was full of stories.

But what attracted Huo Yixiu's attention was not just her face and her relaxed posture, but the man sitting next to her and the picture they formed.

The man's pupils narrowed, and he stood up and left the next second.