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

Huo Yixiu and Mr. Xu were playing basketball together. When the sun went down, they had reached a verbal agreement on the project cooperation and all they needed was a formal contract.

When Fan Wenxin rushed over, she only saw Huo Yixiu and Mr. Xu shaking hands and reaching an agreement.

She looked at Ling Zhao, who glanced at her and gestured: [Is Secretary Fan here to deliver the documents? ]

When President Xu saw Fan Wenxin, he glanced at Huo Yixiu and said with a smile, "Secretary Fan, do you want to talk to President Huo about something?"

Fan Wenxin shook hands with him, generous and decent. "It's about the bidding plan of the Li Group. It's urgent. I'm disturbing Mr. Xu's interest. You won't be angry, right?"

President Xu pretended to be angry: "If I say I'm unhappy, what will Secretary Fan do?"

"What can I do? I'll treat Mr. Xu to a drink and a meal."

"Then...let's go have a drink and a meal?"

Just like that, Fan Wenxin, who arrived late, organized a party and invited Mr. Xu, Huo Yixiu, and Ling Zhao to dinner.

Ling Zhao saw through Fan Wenxin's little thoughts.

The woman who accompanies Huo Yixiu to discuss business is no longer her. Are you anxious?

She sneered in her heart and followed Huo Yixiu silently.

At this moment, Fan Wenxin was walking and discussing project expectations, requirements for future cooperation units, etc. with Huo Yixiu.

Ling Zhao once again became a useless person with no sense of existence.

She had long been accustomed to enjoying the scenery at sunset.

Mr. Xu wiped his hands and asked her, "Mr. Huo is so close to her secretary, isn't Mrs. Huo jealous?"

Ling Zhao smiled and the phone answered him: It’s all official business.

Mr. Xu smiled and said, "Mrs. Huo is sensible. My wife is different. She is always jealous. She makes me afraid to go back home."

He held his head, looking like he had a headache.

Ling Zhao was amused by him and wrote on his phone: Can Mrs. Xu and I be friends?

"That's perfect. You don't talk much, but my wife talks a lot, so it's just right that she'll make you listen."

When Fan Wenxin was talking to Huo Yixiu, she heard Mr. Xu's laughter from behind. She turned around and looked at Huo Yixiu: "It seems that the wife and Mr. Xu had a good chat?"

Fan Wenxin was surprised that the mute no longer seemed introverted and afraid of seeing people.

Huo Yixiu was also surprised that Ling Zhao's communication skills were better than he thought.

Ye Sheng’s words popped up in his mind again, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Fan Wenxin secretly looked at his expression and squeezed her slightly damp hands.

She was glad that she had kept a trick up her sleeve from Mrs. Huo.

After dinner, Fan Wenxin did not go to the Huo family.

When Mrs. Huo saw Ling Zhao coming back, she did not ask about her well-being. Instead, she called her into the room with a cold face and did not allow Huo Yixiu to come in.

There is also a photo of Huo's father in her bedroom.

Mother Huo pointed at the photo and ordered Ling Zhao to kneel down.

"Back then, Huo Weiyang was determined to force Yi Xiu to continue to be responsible for you on behalf of the Huo family. But is this how you repay our Huo family?"

Ling Zhao looked at the small photo frame and glanced at Mother Huo: [What did I do wrong? ]

"You...you still dare to say that you are right? Don't you have someone outside?"

"How has the Huo family ever done anything wrong to you? You actually did something wrong to Yi Xiu. Where can you let him save face?"

Mother Huo was angry and hateful. She raised her hand high and was about to slap her, but Ling Zhao was quick to grab her wrist.

I am no longer the soft-hearted person I used to be. I would just shed tears when I was scolded or wronged.

But I can't speak and can't defend myself.

One wanted to fight, the other wanted to hide, and the two of them actually got into a fight and made a noise.

Huo Yixiu pushed the door open with a dark face and pulled Ling Zhao out from under Huo's mother's hands: "What are you going to do!"

"What should I do? She did something shameful, do you still need me to tell you?" Huo's mother was furious, "Divorce her and tell her to get out!"

Huo Yixiu looked down at Ling Zhao. There was no injury on her face, but as for other parts of her body, he would have to wait until he returned to the room to check.

He said, "Wouldn't I check if she did anything shameful?"

"It's mother who doesn't care about the grades of the senior class at this time, but is busy with some trivial things. Who is gossiping in front of you?"

Mrs. Huo snorted, "Don't speak for her and don't change the subject. She has done nothing wrong, so where is she living and who is she with since she hasn't been home for so many days?"

Ling Zhao pursed her lips. In fact, she knew that if she hadn't come back for so many days, Huo's mother would definitely come to question her.

But she didn't expect Huo Yixiu to jump out to defend her.

Now that he's home, there's no need for him to act anymore.

Huo Yixiu said calmly: "She got a little mad at me... I promised my father that I would take care of her for the rest of her life, and I won't break my promise."

After looking at the photo of Huo's father, he sighed and pulled Ling Zhao out.

Returning to his bedroom, he undressed Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao pushed him, but the man ignored her little kitten-like strength and unbuttoned her clothes one by one. He asked calmly with his eyelids drooping, "Where is your sharp tongue in front of me?"

Ling Zhao walked towards the bathroom with a cold face, but was pulled back by him: "Don't move, the buttons are going to fall off."

Ling Zhao pursed his lips.

She still couldn't calm down, and looked up at him: [Are you really not worried that I'll cheat on you? ]

The man's dark eyes stared into hers, and at that moment, the temperature seemed to drop and the air became stale.

Ling Zhao's heart was beating hard and fast, and she could hear her own voice.

After a few seconds, the man lowered his eyes and continued to unbutton his clothes.

Half of her collar was open, revealing her bra and a large area of ​​white skin.

The man's voice was nonchalant and unconcerned: "Who would be interested in a woman like you?"

Ling Zhao's heartbeat slowed down and he laughed at himself mockingly.

Is she so unattractive?

No wonder he stopped being aggressive towards her after checking on Wen Mingrui, and didn't even follow up on the WeChat invitation to dinner.

And as for Qin Zhan, he was too lazy to even mention him.

Such an outstanding man is her husband, so how could any other man be worthy of her attention?

Huo Yixiu is so confident.

Then the man's deep voice sounded: "Ling Zhao, if you do this just once... you will regret it."

He didn't say why he regretted it, but Ling Zhao could hear a strong sense of threat in his voice.

His eyes were dark, like an endless black hell, without a single ray of light, locking her inside.

The suffocating feeling of waiting to die by slow slicing came over Ling Zhao. He thought of his previous life and shook his head in fear: [I can’t…]

The last button was unbuttoned, and the man held her fingers, stroking them gently and entwining them with hers. He hugged her and whispered, "You want to be the real Mrs. Huo. I'm giving you a chance. It's also an adventure for me, so don't let me down..."

Being held in his arms, his body temperature was burning, and the strong smell of alcohol surrounded her. Ling Zhao's head was rumbling, and she didn't know which direction to think in.

Be the real Mrs. Huo?

But she just wanted to leave him...

Suddenly, he picked her up and walked into the bathroom.

The wet shirt stuck to her skin, half visible. The man's eyes turned red, his clothes were taken off, and his rough hands rubbed her shoulders and hips.

"I'm not hurt..." Ling Zhao whispered in her ears. He was doubly stimulated and his body trembled slightly.

He turned her over so that her palms were on the wisteria tile surface.

Ling Zhao closed his eyes.

The wisteria in his mind climbed up the man's sturdy body, climbing higher and higher, stretching infinitely towards the sky.