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

Ling Zhao nodded silently and ran his fingers through his short hair.

Huo Yixiu slept for a while with his head resting on her.

"Are Madam Xu's friends here too?"

Ling Zhao shook his head.

Huo Yixiu seemed to have expected this, and said nothing. He then continued, "Is it more relaxing and fun to be with Madam Xu than with mother's friends?"

Ling Zhao nodded again.

"If you like her, just continue to be with her."

The man buried his head in her belly and slid his thumb up and down on her lower back. It was itchy even through her clothes.

Ling Zhao couldn't help it and twisted his body. Huo Yixiu laughed: "Are you ticklish?"

Ling Zhao pulled his hair, but Huo Yixiu didn't get angry. Instead, he held her hand and kissed it on his lips.

"There's the smell of tea... and some snacks?"

Ling Zhao nodded again. She pointed to the packed snacks on the bedside table and asked him if he wanted to eat some.

Huo Yixiu didn't move, and said lazily: "Did you eat a lot? If you eat too much, you won't be able to eat much for lunch."

Ling Zhao felt that he was talking about irrelevant nonsense.

When did he care whether she ate more or less?

Oh, no, he said she was too thin a few days ago.

Her fingers slid from his temples to his ears and rested on his chin.

He paid great attention to his appearance and shaved every morning and evening, but when he touched it with his fingers, he could feel the prickly stubble after just a few hours.

The male hormones are really strong.

Ling Zhao curled his lips quietly.

The man seemed to like her touching his stubble, like a tamed falcon, lying quietly in her arms.

Ling Zhao's legs were sore, so she grabbed a pillow and wanted him to lie back on it. The man lay back obediently, but he put his two big hands on her waist and held her while they lay down together.

He turned over and pressed her under him.

Ling Zhao opened his eyes wide, not daring to move.

The man stretched out his arm and turned on the bedside lamp.

Ling Zhao raised her hand to close her eyes to block out the light. Huo Yixiu took the opportunity to hold her hand, put it over her eyes, and bent down to kiss her soft lips.

Sweet, with a hint of rose.

He seemed to be eating the marrow of her, and the kiss went from light tasting to deep kissing.

Ling Zhao's tongue hurt and he retreated, but he still couldn't let go of the bite.

The clothes betrayed her body, and his big hands gradually moved down.

Ling Zhao was familiar with his training, his body and blood were boiling, and his eyes became blurred.

She didn't understand why he would do such a thing at this moment.

Shouldn't he be in the company, working with Fan Wenxin to reduce the negative impact on the company and stabilize the stock price?

There is a lounge in his office. Why doesn’t he rest there? Why did he book a hotel room instead?

There was no time to ask anything, and it seemed that it was not her turn to ask about his affairs. Ling Zhao could only obey his arrangements. He wanted to indulge himself, so she could only accompany him.

Huo Yixiu only came once this time, but the visit lasted for quite a long time.

Ling Zhao was panting and his whole body was sticky.

Huo Yixiu poked her nose and said, "I've been too busy these past two days. I'm afraid I don't have time to feed you. I'll owe you now."

Ling Zhao's blush, which had not yet faded, quickly rose up. She bit his finger and glared at him angrily.

It was just that the spring rain had just stopped, and the cat's eyes were not only non-aggressive but also soft and seductive.

Huo Yixiu kissed her eyes and laughed quietly. He rolled off her and asked, "Do you want to take a shower together or separately?"

Ling Zhao thought of the several times when he had done it to her in the bathroom. He quickly shook his head and ran into the bathroom with the quilt rolled up.

When she came out of the shower, Huo Yixiu was leaning against the bed smoking, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ling Zhao picked up the clothes that he couldn't wear and frowned. Huo Yixiu glanced at them and flicked the ash off his cigarette: "Xiao Zhao went to buy new clothes."

Ling Zhao's hands trembled and his ears felt hot.

Huo Yixiu glanced at her and laughed at her: "You don't have to have her be your nanny. Why are you shy about such a private matter? But it's good for you to have your own person."

He spoke the second half of the sentence very softly and Ling Zhao didn't hear it clearly.

Huo Yixiu put out his cigarette, got up to take a shower, and told Ling Zhao not to leave and to wait for him to come out to eat together.

Ling Zhao wondered where she could go in this state.

He took a quick glance and saw that the bed sheet was mostly wet. His face turned red like a monkey's butt and he pulled and tugged at the bed sheet until it was rolled into a ball.

When Huo Yixiu came out, he saw the rolled-up bed covers and frowned, thinking, "This is what the waiter did."

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and ignored him.

Hotel service delivered.

Huo Yixiu likes Chinese food, but the hotel's Western food is better. He cuts the beef slowly with a knife and fork in hand, and doesn't look like someone who is upset.

Ling Zhao glanced at him and cut the steak in silence.

Just now, he held my hand for foreplay, and my hand lost strength, so I didn't hold the knife firmly, and there was a sudden and sharp clang. The knife also slid along the edge of the table to the ground.

Huo Yixiu glanced at the knife on the ground, exchanged his plate with hers, and muttered, "Squeamish."

Ling Zhao glared at him angrily with a red face, his eyes inadvertently attracted by his clean wrist bones.

There was no trace of his watch on the bedside table or in the bathroom.

She endured the strong feeling of humiliation and filthiness, but couldn't help but retching.

Huo Yixiu put down his knife and fork, and frowned when he saw her pale face: "What's wrong?"

The big palm was against her belly.

"But……"

But he always took safety precautions. Even though he felt uncomfortable wearing it in the hotel, he still insisted on using it.

Ling Zhao suppressed his nausea and shook his head, pointing at the blood in the steak.

She doesn't like raw food and only eats steak medium rare.

Huo Yixiu called the hotel service and asked them to change the food to Chinese.

Ling Zhao gripped the chopsticks tighter and tighter, but couldn't eat anything.

She didn't know how long this would last.

Huo Yixiu just has to play it this way. After sleeping with Fan Wenxin, he comes to sleep with her. Is this equal?

Isn't he an abstinent man who never even glances at other women? Isn't he a man who keeps himself clean, a model husband, and who takes good care of his reputation?

Why not exclude Fan Wenxin as well?

In the previous life, Ling Zhao rarely slept with him, thinking that he didn't like her. But in this life, she knew that he actually had needs, which were not what she thought. Fan Wenxin "kindly" helped her solve his needs.

Ling Zhao would rather he was like in his previous life and not touch her.

Huo Yixiu saw that she looked unhappy and refused to eat. He didn't know why she had changed so much.

His cousin interrupted his questioning by bringing him clothes.

Ling Zhao seemed eager to escape from him. He grabbed his clothes and ran into the bathroom to change out of his bathrobe.

When he came out again, Huo Yixiu was sitting on the sofa.

He lit another cigarette and studied her through narrowed eyes.

Ling Zhao stayed in the bathroom for a while and felt much better.

She looked at him and calmly sat down at the coffee table.

[How is the matter with my mother-in-law going? Mrs. Xu asked me about this matter, and I dare not say anything, but if she asks me again in the future, I can't say I don't know. ]

[Also, I met Mrs. Min in the teahouse. She said she was not a member of the investigation team and could not help her mother-in-law.]

Huo Yixiu's eyes were dark and deep, and he stared at her for a long time.

As smart as he was, he could tell at a glance that Ling Zhao was deliberately changing the subject and diverting his attention.

He put out his cigarette, got up to change his clothes, and then pulled her up.

He didn't say a word.

Ling Zhao didn't know where he was taking her, and stared at the closed elevator nervously.