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

Fan Wenxin glanced at Huo Yixiu and smiled, "I want to be a strong woman for a few more years."

Qiao Jingze glanced at her, not missing the look she gave Huo Yixiu.

He also looked at Huo Yixiu's expression, but the man was looking at his phone, so he didn't know if he listened or not.

A female classmate smiled and said, "Your family is not short of money, so it doesn't matter whether you are a strong woman or not. But as for marriage, you are almost 30, right? After 30, it will be even harder for a strong woman to find a husband."

Qiao Jingze smiled lightly, wiping his lower lip with his index finger, and said meaningfully: "Wen Xin wants to be Mr. Huo's first secretary for a few more years."

Fan Wenxin looked at him with a warning look, but she couldn't help but look at Huo Yixiu's expression.

Huo Yixiu shook the wine glass gently, put down the phone, and glanced at Qiao Jingze: "Wen Xin is capable, but being a housewife is a waste of her ability."

Fan Wenxin lowered her eyes and smiled gently.

He meant that he couldn't leave her.

Qiao Jingze looked at Fan Wenxin and said with a smile, "Wenxin, Mr. Huo praised you. But Mr. Huo." He paused and turned to Huo Yixiu, "Wenxin is a woman after all. She is old and can't get married in the future. Will you be responsible for her for the rest of her life?"

The two men looked at each other from a distance. There were no sparks flying, but the atmosphere was a little weird.

Everyone knew that Qiao Jingze had pursued Fan Wenxin in the past. Gao Chi laughed a few times, "Jingze, you still have evil intentions towards Wenxin? Why, do you want to marry this strong woman and tame her?"

"Jingze has a girlfriend, so don't mess around." Fan Wenxin came out with a smile to smooth things over and filled everyone's glasses with wine.

Time passed by unknowingly, and when the show ended, Fan Wenxin was drunk and fell on the sofa, unable to get up.

The female classmates were all taken back home by their husbands or boyfriends, and Gao Chi also left.

Qiao Jingze put his coat on Fan Wenxin and looked at Huo Yixiu: "Your first secretary is in your hands."

She patted his shoulders a few times, picked up her coat and walked away.

……

When Ling Zhao woke up, he found the pillow was empty.

I don’t know if Huo Yixiu is in the study or has not come back yet.

She went downstairs to get some water. When she passed by the study, she paused and gently opened the door. It was pitch black inside.

It was hard to describe how she felt. After she finished drinking the water, she heard the sound of the door lock turning.

In the living room, face to face with Huo Yixiu.

"Are you still asleep?" The man looked at her in her pajamas with clear eyes. "Don't wait for me to come back in the future. Go to bed when you are tired."

Ling Zhao blinked and looked up at the light.

In his previous life, he often came home late, and she would keep the lights on every day waiting for him to come back.

Sometimes she would correct homework for Huo's mother, sometimes she would help her mother find information, and even when she was dozing off, she would insist on seeing him come home before going to bed.

But he never said anything like that.

Ling Zhao nodded but didn't tell him that she was not waiting for him.

Back in the room, Huo Yixiu went to wash up. When he lay beside her, he smelled of the refreshing shower gel.

But it couldn't hide the aroma of wine in his breath.

The next day was the weekend, but the sky was gloomy.

After Ling Zhao finished checking the weather forecast on his mobile phone, he opened his Moments for fun and saw a photo posted by Fan Wenxin.

There was a glass of water and a box of medicine on the bedside table.

The photo is not clear, so I can't tell what medicine it is.

But Fan Wenxin’s caption for the picture was: It doesn’t matter if you get drunk, as long as Mr. Tianluo is here, you have nothing to worry about.

Ling Zhao stared at the photo in a daze.

The door opened, Huo Yixiu lowered his eyes and adjusted his cufflinks, and asked her: "Where is my watch?"

Ling Zhao put down his phone: [Which watch? ]

“Patek Philippe Tourbillon.”

Ling Zhao got up and went to the cloakroom, looked around the shelf where watches were, and came out with a watch with a black strap and a gold disc and handed it to him.

Huo Yixiu took the watch and put it on his wrist. Ling Zhao asked in sign language: [Did you drink last night? ]

Huo Yixiu glanced at her and said calmly, "When friends gather together, it's inevitable that we don't drink."

Ling Zhao looked at him wearing a watch.

The veins on his left wrist were slightly bulging, with distinct joints. His right hand deftly inserted the watch strap into the eyelet and fastened it neatly.

【Who drove you back? 】

Huo Yixiu put on his watch and looked up at her: "Why do you have so many questions? Go wash up and come down for breakfast. Xiao Zhao made preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

After he finished speaking, he went to the study, and Ling Zhao returned to his room to wash up.

When I went downstairs, Mrs. Huo had already finished her breakfast.

She didn't have to go to school today, so she wore an LV bag and looked like she was going out.

Ling Zhao was drinking porridge when he remembered that Huo Yixiu was wearing a shirt and a watch, and it seemed that he was going out as well.

"Now you are Mrs. Huo, a distinguished lady. You have food to eat when you wake up. Are you feeling better?"

Ling Zhao paused as she brought the spoon to her lips. Mother Huo passed by the table carrying her bag and glanced at her coldly: "You have an appointment with Mrs. Min from the Education Bureau today. Have you forgotten about this?"

Ling Zhao was stunned.

That seems to be the case.

However, socializing with noble ladies has always been the responsibility of Huo's mother and Fan Wenxin.

They despised her because she was mute, couldn't socialize, and yet danced and gesticulated, which was embarrassing.

Oh, yes, Fan Wenxin was drunk last night, and she might not be awake yet. Or maybe she is still intoxicated by love?

Since there was no one to accompany her, Mrs. Huo had to take her out.

Ling Zhao didn't want to go, but as Mrs. Huo, now was not the time for her to act like a big shot.

She put down the half-eaten porridge and hurried to change her clothes.

Huo Yixiu came out of the study and felt that the watch on his wrist was not suitable, so he went to the cloakroom to change the watch and saw Ling Zhao who was half dressed.

In the gloomy light, the woman's skin seemed to be glowing with a layer of white jade halo, and her fine and soft hair became lovely.

She bent down slightly and folded her arms behind her back to zip her clothes.

The slender arms were like swan wings, flexible and agile. It reminded him of her kneeling on the bed, her hands turned over and hugged his neck, her head raised high, her lips rubbing against his neck...

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he walked in, pinching the zipper with his fingers.

Ling Zhao was startled and turned around to see the man with his brows lowered.

In the quiet air, the zipper slowly slid up, and the fabric was pulled together, covering her fair and flawless skin.

Ling Zhao thought it was okay and was about to move when he suddenly felt him pulling down his zipper.

Her eyes widened as Huo Yixiu's lips pressed against her sensitive spine and his large hands pressed against her belly: "When will it end?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips, the deepest anger flashing through his eyes.

What? Isn’t Fan Wenxin enough for him to vent his anger?

Mr. Snail!

"Change clothes, are you going out?" As he spoke, his warm breath teased her skin. Ling Zhao was sensitive, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Mother said she had an appointment with Mrs. Min and wanted me to accompany her."

Huo Yixiu nodded: "You should spend more time with those ladies."

He stood up and helped her zip up her pants again.

Ling Zhao's cell phone rang, and Huo's mother's phone number appeared on the screen.

She took the opportunity to push Huo Yixiu away and hurried downstairs. Behind her, Huo Yixiu pursed his lips, but he was not angry.

Mrs. Huo had been waiting in the car for a long time. When she saw Ling Zhao, she kept muttering, "Why are you so slow? If Wen Xin wasn't feeling unwell, I wouldn't want to take you out. I'm telling you, stop gesticulating in front of Mrs. Min and the others. Just sit quietly."

She hadn't put away her cell phone yet. Apparently she had called Fan Wenxin, but couldn't find her, so she had to bring Ling Zhao along.

Ling Zhao listened in one ear and out the other, inserted the car key into the keyhole, stepped on and released the accelerator, and Mother Huo's body swayed forward. She covered her chest in fear.

"You're going to die. You can't even drive. Forget it. Let Aunt Zhang drive. I feel more at ease when she drives."