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

Ling Zhao's breath was stuck in his chest, his eyes twitched with anger, he glared at Qin Zhan fiercely, and waved his hands anxiously at Madam Xu: [Not true.]

Yan Zheng stated that she and Huo Yixiu were of the same mind.

Mrs. Xu had met Qin Zhan at a charity banquet and had heard some gossip about him. Now seeing how nonchalant he was, she felt that he was out of touch.

She curled her lips and said in front of Qin Zhan: "Sister, stay away from him, he will teach you bad things."

Qin Zhan smiled lazily, glanced at Ling Zhao with his peach blossom eyes, and then glanced at the tea in the cup, as if he didn't hear anything.

Ling Zhao held the teacup and smiled guiltily.

I don’t know what I feel guilty about.

It was obvious that she had nothing to do with Qin Zhan.

At this time, Qin Zhan's cell phone rang. He sat there and answered the call: "It's in the next hall. Do you want to come over, or should I go over?"

Not knowing what the other party said, Qin Zhan ended the call and put the phone aside.

He smiled and said to Ling Zhao: "Friends are here, we should all know each other, let's play together?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hands high towards the door and smiled like a sunflower.

Mrs. Min and her group looked gloomy when they saw Ling Zhao. But Qin Zhan was waving, so she could only put on a hypocritical smile and come over.

Ling Zhao nodded at her, then turned to look at Qin Zhan, not understanding how he knew Mrs. Min.

Mrs. Min glanced at Ling Zhao coldly: "Something happened to the Huo family, and you still have the mind to come out for tea? Ha, no wonder you are not liked by Teacher Du."

Mrs. Xu and Mrs. Min were not in the same circle, but they knew each other and would give each other some face when they met. But this time, Mrs. Min started to criticize Ling Zhao, and Mrs. Xu felt uncomfortable listening to her. She said in a sarcastic tone: "I asked Ling Zhao out for tea. Mrs. Min is really interesting. She cares about the entire Pacific Ocean."

Mrs. Min refused to give in and said, "Teacher Du and I are friends. Can't I say a few words for her?"

In the eyes of the arrogant Mrs. Min, Ling Zhao has always been the little daughter-in-law who serves tea and water, does not argue, and has no status.

Anyone can give some advice.

Mrs. Xu sneered: "Your 'friend' is now suspected of taking bribes to give away quotas. Why don't you say a few words for her? Why are you talking about her daughter-in-law?"

Ling Zhao glanced at Madam Xu. She was so strong! She had never expected to fight back like this!

Write it down in a small notebook later.

Mrs. Min was in the circle of wealthy ladies, and could handle the flattery and the ups and downs. She was still calm despite the anger. She said, "The Education Bureau and the school will investigate Teacher Du's case, and I am not part of the investigation team. What's the point of me speaking for her?"

Ling Zhao looked at Mrs. Min indifferently and despised her in his heart.

What a lie.

Teacher Du called her dozens of times, but she didn't answer any of them, clearly trying to distance herself from the matter.

"Oh, you said it's useless, but isn't your husband the director?" Mrs. Xu said in an exaggerated tone. She had been annoyed for a long time because Mrs. Min took advantage of her status as the director's wife to put on airs.

The back and forth communication between the two was unprecedented and left the other wives dumbfounded.

How could two people who have nothing to do with each other start fighting?

Ling Zhao's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had a bad relationship. This time, Mrs. Huo's fall had nothing to do with her, but after all, they were still under the same roof. Moreover, the quarrel between Mrs. Xu and Mrs. Min was caused by her. Even for the white jade bracelet, Ling Zhao had to stand on the side of Mrs. Xu.

She said nothing and wrote on the table with tea: How is Mrs. He?

The table is smooth, and the words written by water will not dry up immediately after being written. When Mrs. Min was talking, she glanced at the words and suddenly shut up. She looked at Ling Zhao angrily: "How do I know if she is good or not! Are you sick?"

"Why are you cursing at me when everything is fine?" Qin Zhan, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly spoke. He stretched out his arms with his shirt rolled up. His forearms were thin. If he wore Chinese clothes, he would be a handsome man with an immortal look.

He picked up an upside-down teacup from the tea tray, picked up the teapot and poured water into it, then handed the cup filled with green tea to Mrs. Min.

"It's hot, Auntie Min, have some tea to cool down." He put down the teacup, slowly withdrew his hand, called the waiter, and ordered a lot of food. "I thought it would be lively with more people, but now I have offended everyone."

Mrs. Min seemed to be concerned about him, so she suppressed her anger and said to Qin Zhan, "If I knew she was here, I would never come in."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but murmur sarcastically, "I also said something wrong."

She gave Qin Zhan face, drank a sip of tea and left.

As soon as she left, the other ladies also got up and left.

Ling Zhao looked at Qin Zhan, who was still sitting there, motionless, shaking his head at the untouched snacks: "What a pity."

He pinched a piece of pink cake and took a bite, then looked at Ling Zhao: "What's this cake called? It's delicious."

Ling Zhao was speechless and wrote the three words "Dingsheng Cake" on the table.

In the past few months, Dingsheng cake has been the most popular item in major teahouses.

Qin Zhan took one bite after another: "It has a nice name, you should eat more...you eat too." He grabbed a piece and stuffed it into Ling Zhao's hand.

Madam Xu reminded him coldly: "Are you still staying here and not leaving?"

Qin Zhan glanced at Ling Zhao and sighed, "I'm sorry to have upset Madam Xu today. I'll visit her when I have the chance."

He packed up a few snacks and left, leaving the Dingsheng cake to Ling Zhao.

Mrs. Xu was disrupted by this and lost her appetite for tea, so she went home early.

Ling Zhao had been out for a while, but he did gain something.

This Mrs. Xu, although seemingly careless and outspoken, is actually a shrewd person. No wonder Mr. Xu has changed women outside one after another, but the red flag at home has never fallen.

She and Mr. Xu are just working together.

Ling Zhao remembered that President Xu and Huo Yixiu had reached a project cooperation agreement, and they only lacked the contract in black and white.

Suddenly something unexpected happened and the outside world was watching how things would develop.

That Mr. Xu is also the same.

The project is about to start, and he is the most anxious.

He couldn't just turn the table over and look for someone else, but he also didn't want to lose such a good partner like Huo Yixiu, so he let Madam Xu be friends with her.

It turns out that there are so many mysteries hidden in the interactions between the wives.

Ling Zhao didn’t understand before, but now he feels like he has learned a lesson, if Qin Zhan hadn’t come out to make trouble.

She walked downstairs and just got into the car when her cousin told her that Huo Yixiu was going to pick her up for dinner.

Ling Zhao glanced at the time on his phone. It was still early, so there was no point in having dinner.

He and Fan Wenxin are so affectionate. Have you rested enough now?

Ling Zhao pursed his lips tightly, not wanting to see him from the bottom of his heart.

But the decision of whether to go or not was never in her hands.

Her cousin drove her to the hotel.

When the hotel waiter saw Ling Zhao, he respectfully escorted her to the door of her room and helped her swipe her card to enter.

The light in the room was dim, and it got darker the further in you went.

There was a figure lying on the big bed in the middle.

Ling Zhao grew up with Huo Yixiu and was very familiar with his figure and his smell.

She sat down beside the bed, looking at the man who was either fast asleep or resting with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the man's arm came out from under the quilt, wrapped around her waist, and rested his head on her legs. His voice was vague and sexy, "Is the tea party over?"