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

The wind and rain were so strong that the street lights flickered.

The man recalled a night of thunder and lightning when the little girl curled up under the table and cried, holding her head. When she saw him coming home, she threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly and refused to let go, her tears and snot staining his school uniform.

At that time, Huo's mother had just been punished by the school, and in order to continue to stay in school, she was focused on the students in those classes. Huo's father was away on a business trip, and there was no one at home except the two of them.

She was obviously afraid of thunder, but when she heard his hungry stomach drumming, she mustered up her courage and tremblingly cooked a pot of unpalatable noodles.

Her cooking was terrible, but he ate it again and again.

Her excellent cooking skills were all learned from him.

The thunder was too loud, she dared not sleep, and begged him to stay in her room until she fell asleep. He covered her ears, she fell asleep in his arms, and he slept in a daze all night.

The little girl will still be that little when she grows up, but she has hardened her wings and is about to fly into the arms of another man.

The man's chest rose and fell like a surging wave.

There were a few knocks on the door, and my cousin's voice rang out at the door: "Mr. Huo, it's raining heavily. Should I go to the company to pick up my wife?"

The man came back to his senses, and the pitiful image of the woman disappeared from his mind. He said coldly, "No, the company has booked a hotel for her."

The night made his eyes darker, and he couldn't see the bottom.

Perhaps it is more devastating than a storm.

……

At this moment, Ling Zhao was wearing a bathrobe, sitting in the lobby of the bath center, stuffing a tea egg in his mouth, thinking about where to live and how to live in the future.

Her card was suspended by Huo Yixiu, and there was not much balance in her WeChat and Alipay accounts. The hotel was expensive, and the bath center was the best option she could think of at the moment.

Unexpectedly, her independent life would begin like this.

It was miserable, and he was splashed with dirty water, but after being frightened and confused, Ling Zhao calmed down.

Under such circumstances, forget about talking to Huo Yixiu about divorce, alimony, and division of property.

What she should be thinking about most is how to avoid being locked up by him.

Huo Yixiu suspended her card, deprived her of her job, and left her without a source of income.

To force her to go back and bow to him.

She couldn't ask Yu Yang for help, nor could she ask Wen Mingrui.

Huo Yixiu's revenge...

Ling Zhao stared ahead in a daze.

The bath center was empty tonight, not many people were there. The people who stayed here, for some reason, might have run away from home like her.

An old lady in work clothes was mopping the floor with a mop. Ling Zhao thought of something, swallowed the tea egg in one gulp, and walked towards the cleaning lady.

……

The 17th floor of the Junhai Technology Building was shrouded in a dark cloud for several days. All the employees in the secretarial office were very cautious, for fear of offending the big boss.

No one knew what happened to Mr. Huo, who usually had a good personality, and why he was so obviously upset.

Fan Wenxin walked into the president's office with coffee and placed the cup on the corner of the table.

"Have some coffee to perk you up."

She was no longer smiling as before, her face was tired, and she was no longer as close to him as before.

Huo Yixiu glanced at her, stared at the computer screen and continued to review the data submitted by the technical department.

The code on the screen scrolled line by line, leaving strings of characters in his dark pupils.

He was like a robot, expressionless, cold and without any human touch.

Fan Wenxin pursed her lips: "Ling Zhao hasn't gone back yet?"

The only response she got was silence.

"Are you mad at me for telling you that she might be cheating on you?"

"There's nothing else to say to me. You can go out now." The man finally spoke. After he finished speaking, he called Jiang Shang and gave him the contract that he had signed not long ago.

Jiang Shang took the document and looked at the two of them. He intuitively felt that the atmosphere between them was very wrong.

Fan Wenxin glanced at him, and Jiang Shang walked out with his head down.

Fan Wenxin turned the computer screen around and stared at Huo Yixiu. "She was unfaithful to you, that's her fault. You came to punish me, did you pick the wrong person?"

The man stared at her with cold eyes: "Who told you that Ling Zhao was unfaithful to me?"

Fan Wenxin choked, her chest heaving, and sneered: "Then why doesn't she go home? Didn't you find out that she doesn't dare to face you?"

Huo Yixiu turned the computer screen back.

Fan Wenxin dug her nails into her palms.

She didn't understand why he was still defending that woman at this time.

"Aunt Huo asked me what happened between you and Ling Zhao. I kept it a secret for her to save her face. But as time goes by, everyone will guess that there is something wrong between you. Rather than waiting until then and being suspected by others, I divorced her--"

"Wenxin, are you meddling too much?" The man's voice was cold and he glanced at her warningly. Fan Wenxin suddenly stopped talking and clenched her fists angrily.

She stepped out, her high heels clacking on the floor, sweeping the entire secretarial department like a machine gun: "What are you looking at? Don't you have to work?"

Inside the office, the man's face was extremely gloomy.

He picked up the phone from the corner of the table and turned it over and over in his palm.

A week passed and she didn't make any movement.

Huo Yixiu didn't allow Zhao Jingjing to say a word to Yu Yang, cutting off the possibility of providing support to Ling Zhao.

Doctor Wen?

Huo Yixiu had investigated this person before, a surgeon who had helped Ling Zhao deal with the queue-jumping issue, but the two were not very familiar with each other.

She could obviously explain it to him, but she didn't say a word, giving him plenty of room for his imagination.

I'd rather be in a stalemate with him.

Well, let’s see how long she can be stubborn!

……

There were few people in the park in the evening, and the swings were empty.

Ling Zhao took the bun and sat on the swing, with his feet on the ground, firmly controlling the swing.

The buns were stuffed with vegetables and meat, and the vegetables were not fresh enough.

Ling Zhao chewed without any appetite and stretched his stiff shoulders and neck.

She worked as a cleaner in the bath center, and it felt like she was back in the days when she was in the Huo family, serving a group of uncles.

But now I have a salary, and food and accommodation are provided.

She laughed to herself, and was suddenly pushed hard by someone.

Ling Zhao stumbled and managed to keep his balance on the swing, but the bun fell to the ground, covered in sand.

She glared at the fat boy in front of her: [Why are you pushing people? ]

The little fat boy ignored her sign language and arrogantly ordered: "Come down, this is my swing."

Ling Zhaoqi: [Why do you——]

Before she finished her gesture, she heard the old maid's voice: "Young Master, why are you here? Come home with me."

Ling Zhao put his hands away, grabbed the swing chain and made a face at the boy: Look, your mother is calling you to go home for dinner!

Just as the boy's nanny grabbed his wrist and was about to take him away, the little fat boy suddenly pointed at Ling Zhao and said, "She stole Qin Zhan's watch. I saw it!"

The nanny immediately looked at Ling Zhao seriously: "You look honest, how could you steal someone's watch?"

Ling Zhao was surprised and waved his hands angrily: [I don't even know him, what watch? I don't know what you are talking about! ]

"I just saw it!" The boy suddenly broke free from the nanny's hand, rushed to Ling Zhao, and took out a watch from her pocket.