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

When Huo Yixiu left, his face looked extremely bad.

Fan Wenxin did not chase him out. She glanced at Qiao Jingze, who was sitting in an empty seat between them, and smiled at him: "Thank you."

Qiao Jingze raised his eyebrows and looked at the auction items on the stage indifferently.

He said, "If Yixiu knew, my friendship with him would be over."

On stage: "Three million! Three million, is there anyone who can offer more?"

Fan Wenxin held up the sign and said calmly, "Four million."

The item being auctioned is a phoenix crown and shawl made from intangible cultural heritage. Although it is not an antique, it has great potential for appreciation due to its artistic value and the fame of its maker.

However, Fan Wenxin was not interested in its appreciation potential, but in preparing her dowry and the dress she would wear at the wedding.

"Three and a half million."

"Four and a half million." Fan Wenxin raised her placard for the second time. Others started at five hundred thousand, but she always started at one million.

Seeing how obsessed she was with the phoenix coronet and shawl, the others stopped trying to snatch it from her.

Fan Wenxin got the collection as he wished and finally smiled.

She said to Qiao Jingze: "He won't blame you, nor will he blame me."

She smiled confidently at him, put away the sign, and opened her palm to him: "Show me, what did she do?"

Qiao Jingze handed her the phone and Fan Wenxin turned on the video.

After reading it, she was silent for a while and then smiled.

Although it was not quite the same as what she had arranged in advance, the effect was similar.

"Look, there's actually no need for me to make any arrangements. Ling Zhao herself is an uneasy woman. With the halo that Mrs. Huo brings to her, can she bear it?"

The women of those big bosses may look glamorous and beautiful, but they are actually lonely and empty. They have power and money, and the White Horse Club is set up to please them.

Ling Zhao looked honest, but Huo Yixiu was not enthusiastic about her, and everything was just a bondage.

The outside world thinks that Mr. Huo and Mrs. Huo are inseparable, but what if Mrs. Huo takes the initiative to pursue herself?

Huo Yixiu cares about his image, but what if Mrs. Huo can’t stand it anymore?

Qiao Jingze didn't respond to her.

In the early days of Huo Yixiu's entrepreneurship, he took his project to raise funds everywhere. At that time, he had not graduated from college and had no background, so few people were optimistic about him. Qiao Jingze was a third-generation rich man with a lot of pocket money, so he just invested some money for fun.

Unexpectedly, the project made a huge profit, and the old man looked at Qiao Jingze differently. It was also at that time that Qiao Jingze and Huo Yixiu became close friends, and he was also the original shareholder of Junhai Technology.

But in fact, Qiao Jingze invested in Huo Yixiu's project not for him, but to pursue Fan Wenxin.

Although he didn't get his girlfriend, he gained two good friends. Qiao Jingze always felt that his original decision was correct.

He always thought that Fan Wenxin and Huo Yixiu were a couple, but he didn't expect that Huo Yixiu suddenly married a mute, and the marriage lasted for three years.

Huo Yixiu never brought Ling Zhao to private gatherings with friends, so Qiao Jingze was not familiar with Ling Zhao. His only impression of her was that she was quiet and well-behaved, a housewife, and a vase.

She would do whatever Huo Yixiu asked her to do.

Dodder has no opinion of her own, no life plan, and relies on Huo Yixiu for survival.

What’s the difference between her and those vase-like women?

Fan Wenxin often goes in and out of the Huo family and is by Huo Yixiu's side every day, so perhaps she sees things more clearly.

Qiao Jingze took a sip of the water beside him, then turned his head to look at Fan Wenxin: "Don't you want to go and take a look?"

"Of course I'm going." Fan Wenxin put the cards on his lap, "The next lot, number eight, please remember to help me get it."

She smiled at him and left the venue with her slender waist twisted.

……

Bar Street.

When Huo Yixiu arrived, Ling Zhao was no longer there.

Several male colleagues who had not yet left saw another man coming to look for Ling Zhao and said with a smile, "The market for the mute is so good, why are they all looking for her?"

He laughed at those female colleagues: "You should reflect on yourself..."

Huo Yixiu's face was grim. He grabbed the man who was talking and asked, "Who did she go with?"

The man was startled and sobered up a little. He saw the throbbing blue veins on his forehead and his eyes looked murderous.

"She...left. How do I know where she went?"

Huo Yixiu threw him away and took out his cell phone to locate Ling Zhao.

After a while, Ling Zhao's phone was located in the hospital.

The man frowned and hurried over.

In the hospital, Ling Zhao felt very uncomfortable.

My stomach hurts, but I can't say anything.

Just like all the pain she had experienced in her life, it was obviously painful, excruciating, as if her skin was being peeled off and her bones were being torn apart, but she could not put it into words and had to endure it in silence.

This also makes people feel that she is not afraid of pain, hardship, or loneliness.

She is a doll without any feelings, and can be manipulated by anyone.

Ling Zhao curled up his body, breaking out in layers of cold sweat.

When Huo Yixiu arrived, he saw her curled up like a pangolin, with her back facing him.

"Where's that man?"

A cold voice sounded, like a steel needle piercing Ling Zhao's head.

She moved and raised her eyelids with difficulty.

Black new Chinese suit...

She thought about it for a while before she remembered that it was Yu Yang who showed her the photo of the bastard.

How did he know she had another man?

Oh...he has spies all around her, and he arranges all her work.

【gone. 】

Ling Zhao looked listless, and his expression was mocking as he gestured with his fingers.

The man's face was gloomy: "Gone?" He sneered, his eyes swept around the ward, and saw a large bag of uterine warming patches at the end of the bed. The veins on his forehead began to throb again.

He picked up the thing, sneered, and handed it under Ling Zhao's nose: "Have you used it?"

Ling Zhao nodded.

used.

The uterus warming patch is more caring and effective than a dog man, why doesn't she use it?

"He bought it?"

Ling Zhao nodded again, then pointed at his clothes. He knew it, but still deliberately asked: [You are wearing this clothes, are you going to a party? ]

Huo Yixiu threw away the uterus-warming patch, with a look of annoyance on his face.

He quickly took off his coat and threw it at the end of the bed. Just as he was about to speak, the door of the ward opened.

Fan Wenxin hadn't changed out of her dress yet, so she rushed in and asked, "Is Zhao Zhao okay?"

Ling Zhao's eyes fell on the dress with a soft sheen.

The real thing looks better than in the photo.

She sat up with great effort and gestured: [Secretary Fan, your dress is so beautiful.]

Fan Wenxin was praised, but didn't laugh.

She glanced at Huo Yixiu cautiously, and said to Ling Zhao, "Madam, Mr. Huo received an invitation from the auction to support the event. You also said that there was a gathering of colleagues, and Mr. Huo thought that since you had just joined the company, you should build good relationships with your colleagues, so he didn't notify you."

"This is not an important banquet. It won't affect anything if I accompany Mr. Huo."

"Just how did you get into the hospital, ma'am? Also, I heard you're very popular among your colleagues. Don't they know you're married?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Ling Zhao's fingers.

Ling Zhao wasn't wearing a wedding ring.

The Huo family's ancestors were goldsmiths. When Huo Yixiu was born, his great-grandfather was still alive and the last pair of gold jewelry he made was this pair of wedding rings.

The men's version has a golden dragon, and the women's version has a golden phoenix feather.

The item was valuable, and Ling Zhao was afraid of losing it, so she usually didn't wear it on her hand, and used another ring instead. After she went to the company, her boss told her that the company did not allow her to wear jewelry.

She didn't think much about it, and she had stated during the interview that she was married, so if she wasn't allowed to wear jewelry, then she didn't wear it.

How come this now becomes evidence of her attracting men of many kinds?