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

The air suddenly became quiet.

Ling Zhao clenched her fingers. He was the one who arranged this job, so she couldn't say "yes" with a clear conscience.

But if he doesn't let go, what's the point?

The cell phone rang at an inopportune time.

It was Ling Zhao's cell phone, which was placed in the storage rack at the front of the car. The dim light from the screen became dazzling at this moment.

Huo Yixiu stared at the screen of his mobile phone and coldly read out the three words "Doctor Wen" on the phone's name.

He picked up the phone. Ling Zhao's eyes widened and she instinctively reached out to grab it. Huo Yixiu shrank back to avoid her hand: "Do you want to answer it?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and glared at him, his fists clenched tightly.

Huo Yixiu looked at her stubbornness, a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Don't answer it?"

Ling Zhao bit his lips and his eyes were red.

Huo Yixiu stared into her eyes, his cruelness not diminishing, but his chest heaving even more violently.

The ringing sound ends.

Ling Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, and then a WeChat message came in. Her breathing tightened, and she wanted to take the phone back when Huo Yixiu was not paying attention. Huo Yixiu looked at her mockingly and grabbed her wrist easily:

"You know what I do. It's not difficult for me to break into your phone. Why not see it right here and there to avoid any more 'misunderstandings'? What do you think?"

Ling Zhao's hands were clenched too tightly and began to tremble slightly.

She didn't know what Wen Mingrui wanted to say to her. Maybe he knew that Huo Yixiu had been to the hospital and wanted to tell her about it.

But she didn't want to involve irrelevant people.

The biggest problem between her and Huo Yixiu was not other people, but the fact that they had been enemies from the beginning.

Huo Yixiu looked at her determined and angry face, and despite her resistance, he forcibly pressed her hand to unlock the fingerprint lock.

With a slight click, Huo Yixiu let go of her wrist and opened WeChat.

Ling Zhao's social circle is very small. He knows everyone around her. Even the company where she works is under his nose.

Her WeChat account, including the two nannies who had just come to the Huo family, did not exceed ten people.

Who is this Dr. Wen, and why is he worthy of her desperate protection?

The man lightly touched the WeChat avatar with his finger, and a dialog box popped up: Miss Ling, my family wants to invite you to dinner, are you free this weekend?

He read out each word, his voice low and cold, as if he was sentencing her from the bottom of a cold pond.

He lifted his eyelids and his eyes were as cold as ice.

"'Miss Ling', Mrs. Huo, who has been married for three years, is called Miss Ling..." Huo Yixiu smacked his lips at this ridiculous title, "No wonder she keeps clamoring not to stay at home and be a full-time wife, no wonder she keeps asking for a divorce. She must have someone else outside, and the next one has been decided..."

"Ling Zhao, I didn't know you were so capable." He stared at her.

If eyes could turn into physical objects, they would definitely be ice spikes, nailing Ling Zhao to the pillar of shame.

Ling Zhao's face turned pale.

Does she need to explain?

After a brief blank in her mind, she moved her fingers, wanting to say something, but then she felt that there was no need to say anything.

She opened her hands towards him. Huo Yixiu looked at the small palm in front of him. It was not a child reaching out to receive punishment, but asking him for his cell phone.

The man's temples were bulging and his short stubble of hair stood up.

After a deathly silence, an extremely suppressed voice came from the carriage: "Get out!"

The car lock was opened and Ling Zhao got out woodenly.

The sky was gloomy and thunder suddenly sounded.

The cell phone was thrown out of the car window and fell to the ground, the screen shattered like a spider web.

The car left the next second without a moment's hesitation or waiting.

Ling Zhao looked at the car going away, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his body was cold, as if all the body temperature was lost after he "rolled" like that.

Huo Yixiu didn't want her anymore, and she was homeless again.

Mingming had died once, and the fear of death was deep in her bones. Mingming longed to get away, but suddenly she lost her home and became lost and helpless.

She stood there blankly for a long time, and when she came to her senses, the rain had already started.

Turns out it was raining. No wonder it was so wet and cold. I thought I had fallen into the sea.

Ling Zhao bent down woodenly to pick up her phone, then looked up and found that several colleagues in the company building were looking at her.

They all saw it, she was kicked out of the car by her husband.

Ling Zhao forced a smile at them, trying to act nice, but her lips were trembling so badly that she couldn't form a perfect curve.

When it was time to go to work, my colleagues all took the elevator back to the office in a daze.

Ling Zhao held the phone in his hand and walked back to his workstation with stiff steps.

The dark computer screen showed her face that wanted to laugh but looked uglier than crying.

She has experienced two lives and thought her heart was already full of holes and filled with vicissitudes. How come she doesn't even have the ability to manage her emotions?

When she returned to her workstation for the second time, she remembered that she had just gone to the tea room to pour herself some hot water.

The hand holding the cup was still shaking.

When she felt the warmth of the cup, she slowly calmed down.

Picking up the broken phone, she asked Wen Mingrui: Why do you want to have dinner with your family?

Wen Mingrui didn't respond, but the department manager came towards her and knocked on her desk: "Ling Zhao, come out for a moment."

In the corridor, the manager notified her that she had failed the probation period and would not be hired.

The probation period is one month, and she has only been working for ten days.

Obviously, Huo Yixiu withdrew his support for her work and asked her to leave the company.

He used practical actions to tell her that without him, she, Ling Zhao, was nothing.

Ling Zhao took a deep breath and nodded to the manager to show that he understood.

No need to do work in the afternoon.

On TV, former employees were standing on the street holding cardboard boxes, looking either dejected or excited.

Ling Zhao experienced unemployment while carrying a cardboard box with only a few items in it.

Most of the things in her suitcase were her newly bought accounting books, with a pot of cactus and a mini goldfish tank on top of the books.

Where should she go?

……

In the evening, Huo Yixiu came home very late.

Mother Huo was preparing a lesson plan. She looked up at Huo Yixiu who came in and said, "Ling Zhao hasn't come back yet. She is a newcomer and she has to work overtime?"

Huo Yixiu paused slightly, his face darkened, and his fingers clenched unconsciously.

He said nothing and took a few big strides back to the bedroom.

The room was still filled with her scent, but it didn't belong entirely to her.

The jasmine scent is very light, while the mugwort scent is stronger.

It's very strange that it only used it once, but it left such a strong smell.

The man glanced at the moxa sticks on the coffee table, and in annoyance, he grabbed them all and threw them into the trash can.

The rain outside the window kept falling, hitting the window.

The image of a woman with a pale face, standing motionless on the road suddenly appeared in my mind.

Poor little rabbit, like an abandoned one, with red eyes and trembling, not daring to run, waiting for its owner to find it.

Oh, get her back?

Go crazy.

Huo Yixiu pulled off his tie forcefully, threw it away, sat heavily on the sofa, and unbuttoned two buttons in annoyance.

There was a box of cigarettes on the coffee table. He reached out and grabbed it, smoking a cigarette and holding it between his lips.

A bright, warm flame lit up, and a light smoke filled the room.

He puffed out smoke but couldn't swallow the breath.

His bones are so hard that he refuses to come back even in strong winds and heavy rains.

The man pressed the cigarette butt hard into the ashtray, stood up, and put his hands on his hips facing the windy and rainy night.