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

Although the boy was fat, he moved very quickly. Ling Zhao felt his pocket being poked, and in the blink of an eye he saw the boy shaking the watch strap.

The silver dial seemed to be coated with a layer of gold in the afterglow of the setting sun, half gold and half silver.

A limited edition platinum collection by Vacheron Constantin.

Ling Zhao remembered that when this watch came out, Huo Yixiu also placed an order, and the clerk said that it had been reserved at the South City store and had to be transferred from other places. Huo Yixiu said he didn't want it at the time, but he was still angry for a few days after returning.

Men's hobbies: watches, cars, women.

Huo Yixiu is not very interested in the latter two and prefers watches.

However, all his watches were sorted by Ling Zhao, and since he had seen so many, he could recognize them at a glance.

She stared, unable to believe it.

The babysitter squatted down and coaxed the little fat boy: "Thank you for being so good, so brave, and so smart. You figured it out."

The boy was praised and looked at Ling Zhao proudly: "Are you dumb? I saw you in this park for a long time. You must be looking for rich people and want to steal other things to sell for money!"

"Hehe, you're unlucky to meet me. I've been keeping an eye on you for a long time. Aunt Wang, call the police."

……

Ling Zhao was taken into a police car and sent to the local police station.

She was completely confused.

Everything happened so fast that she didn't have time to figure it out. How could she become a thief just because she came out to breathe a sigh of relief?

The boy insisted that he took the watch from Ling Zhao's pocket. The nanny kept saying that the watch was very expensive and her husband had been looking for it for a long time.

The police station was noisy.

Ling Zhao was unable to speak, so he grabbed a pen to defend himself.

But she couldn't write as fast as others spoke, and she was angry and helpless.

Fortunately, the police were sensible and retrieved the surveillance footage.

After a while, the police came out and told her that the surveillance camera was damaged by a slingshot.

Ling Zhao's eyes went dark and she was filled with a feeling of powerlessness.

How could this happen?

"I'm sorry, Ms. Ling, you have to stay here for a few days until we can find out the truth. We can also ask your relatives to bail you out, but this watch is too valuable, so I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

It was too late and the police station was overloaded with cases, so this theft case involving a large sum of money had to be transferred to other departments.

Ling Zhao took the broken phone and was transferred to the detention center first.

A lot of people come into the police station every day, some are fighting, some are destroying property, and some are fallen women, and they all have bad tempers.

Ling Zhao mixed in with a crowd of people with a bad smell, huddled in a corner, trying hard to avoid those people, as if he wanted to draw a barrier between clean and filthy.

From childhood to adulthood, she has lived two lifetimes and has always been a good girl, and has never entered such a place.

She was terrified. A fierce look from someone reminded her of the nursing home in her previous life. Every time the nurses there beat her, they looked at her with such vicious eyes.

When will the police clear her name?

Will it take long?

How can we believe the lies of a naughty child? What about his parents?

Ling Zhao had lived alone for a week, and when she encountered a difficult customer at the bath center, she had no intention of going back to bow to Huo Yixiu, but at this moment, she was really scared.

She clutched her cell phone tightly, as if it were her weapon.

"Hey, what have you done to get in here?" A heavily made-up woman patted her shoulder. Ling Zhao was startled, her body bounced, and she shrank even tighter, not daring to look at the woman.

"Tsk, you are so cowardly and yet you dare to do bad things." The woman rolled her eyes, "Do you have money? Lend me 20,000 yuan."

Ling Zhao stiffened and shook his head.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, the woman snorted and rolled her eyes, then winked at the other two women, who walked towards Ling Zhao.

"Beauty, how long will you be locked up? If you don't pay, we will come find you after we get out."

The two women pulled her body and touched her all over. Ling Zhao screamed in fear, her voice hoarse and unpleasant.

She rolled on the ground, and the others hid aside to watch the fun, and no one spoke.

"Tsk, he's a mute." The heavily made-up woman waved her hand in disdain, signaling the other two women to stop. When she saw Ling Zhao holding the phone tightly, she signaled the two women to snatch her phone.

At this time, footsteps sounded.

The women scattered like birds and beasts, crossed their legs and played with their fingernails, as if nothing had happened.

The policewoman's sharp eyes swept around, and finally said to Ling Zhao: "Are you Ling Zhao?"

Ling Zhao nodded, and the policewoman said, "Come out."

The gate was opened, and Ling Zhao was taken out again less than three hours after he came in.

Although it was night, it seemed as if I could see the light of day.

She was nervous and expectant. Has everything been found out?

Back to the police station, but in a place that looked like a visiting room.

Ling Zhao had a bewildered look on her face. When she saw the man standing by the window, her pupils shrank and her breathing became heavier.

The rapid heartbeat slowed down at this moment.

The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He was tall and slender, with a pine-like demeanor, calm and mysterious.

The light shone on his fair and handsome face, making his eyes look as cold as icy jade.

He stared at her, looked her up and down, and said coldly: "Who hit you?"

Ling Zhao was covered in dust, his hair was messy, and his clothes were torn in several places.

Her face was scratched by nails, leaving red marks, each of which was burning with pain.

She lowered her head, bit her lips tightly, and clutched her torn clothes with both hands, trying hard not to let him see her miserable state.

Huo Yixiu looked up at the policeman at the door, who said helplessly, "You know what kind of people are held in a detention center. Who told you to come so late? Now you blame me?"

The man complained a few words, then turned to Ling Zhao and said, "Sister-in-law, you said you were quarreling, how can you let yourself suffer a loss? Go back and deal with him. If you can't beat him, I'll help you."

After that, he left.

Ling Zhao clutched the corner of his clothes tightly and still refused to face Huo Yixiu.

As he paced towards her, she turned her head away stubbornly and looked at the national flag hanging on the wall with red eyes.

Huo Yixiu walked a few steps towards her, pinched her chin with his thumb and index finger, and forced her to turn her head to look at him.

"You've only been out for a few days and you've already made yourself into such a mess. If I had come a few hours later, I would have been eaten by others and I wouldn't even have had a place to cry!"

The man's fingers were rough, but warm, and without sharp nails, so it didn't hurt her, but Ling Zhao's tears rolled down.

She looked straight at the man, stubborn and aggrieved.

His fingers were wet with tears. He retracted his hand, twisted two fingers together, looked up at her, and said in a cold voice like an arrogant god: "You still dare to say you want to leave me, can you live?"

Both cruel and compassionate.

Ling Zhao's throat slid and the fingers that were clutching his clothes dropped.

……

Huo Yixiu took Ling Zhao away, and before leaving he told the officer who was processing the formalities that he wanted to meet the boy who accused Ling Zhao of stealing the watch, and his parents.

"I want to see who bullies my wife like this."

In the hotel room, Ling Zhao finished her shower. Huo Yixiu was holding the ointment brought by the waiter and looking down at her.

"Take off your bathrobe."