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

Huo Yixiu won the technology transfer contract from Li's company. The news had already spread to the ears of downstream companies, and they booked a high-end club, one to celebrate his victorious return, and the other to seize opportunities for further cooperation.

As soon as Huo Yixiu got off the plane, he was picked up directly. Fan Wenxin smiled and said to him, "You've been tired for so many days, go and relax and also test the other party's sincerity and strength."

Huo Yixiu worked non-stop. After a few drinks, he went to the bathroom to wash his face and his cell phone fell on the table.

Fan Wenxin saw the light flash on the screen and just as she picked it up, Huo Yixiu came back.

She handed him the phone and said with a smile, "It's Zhao Zhao, I'm here to make peace with you after getting angry."

Huo Yixiu pressed his temple, his brows and eyes looked colder than ever.

He slid his finger to unlock the door, and saw the red dot on Yu Yang's portrait, his brows furrowed.

Fan Wenxin stood aside and saw it clearly, but she was not sure if she was dazzled. She seemed to see a look of disappointment on the man.

Wasn’t it Ling Zhao who sent the disappointing message?

Fan Wenxin secretly swallowed her saliva, bent down to pick up the teacup, and said softly: "You look tired, I shouldn't have persuaded you to come here. I ordered a cup of Biluochun for you to sober up, and when you go back to face Zhao Zhao, she will be less angry."

Huo Yixiu's attention was all on the video sent by Yu Yang.

The little woman in the video was twisting her waist with a man in a green shirt so happily that her hair was flying all over the place.

The man's cheek muscles tensed. Fan Wenxin came over to take a look, her face slightly changed: "Why is Zhao Zhao like this? If someone she knows sees her, it will have a very bad impact."

It mainly affects Huo Yixiu.

The neon lights in the box changed, making the man's face look even gloomier. Fan Wenxin glanced at him and said, "I'll go pick her up. Where is she?"

Huo Yixiu was busy with his career, and whenever Ling Zhao encountered any trouble, Fan Wenxin would come forward to solve it, and everyone was used to it. Many times, those things were often solved quietly before Huo Yixiu heard about it.

Huo Yixiu also trusted her.

But at this moment, Huo Yixiu had a stern face and bent down to pick up the coat on the sofa: "You stay here, I'll go pick her up."

Fan Wenxin looked at the man's unsteady steps, biting her lip, her eyes filled with gloom.

She should be happy that Ling Zhao was courting death, not realizing that he was just jumping on Huo Yixiu's nerves. However, Huo Yixiu's reaction was wrong...

She didn't know whether she should be happy or worried.

Huo Yixiu left in a hurry and didn't even tell her to go home early.

"Secretary Fan, why did Mr. Huo leave?"

Fan Wenxin turned around and smiled at the company bosses: "Boss Huo has something going on at home..."

She continued to socialize, and Huo Yixiu took the club's shuttle bus to the bar where Ling Zhao was.

Yu Yang did not tell them which bar they were in, but Huo Yixiu had been a hacker in his early years, and he located Ling Zhao's phone with just a little effort.

The car stopped in front of the bar and Huo Yixiu went in to find someone.

Ling Zhao drank more wine and became bolder. She not only danced with others, but also played finger-guessing games and flower cards.

The migrant workers come into contact with many people and are common people. Although they speak roughly, they are easy to get along with. They treat the deaf and mute people equally and take her to play with them.

Unlike in the upper class circles, where people openly call her Mrs. Huo but secretly laugh at her for not being worthy of the position.

Yu Yang felt worried when she saw Ling Zhao's wanton and indulgent look. She might have gotten into trouble.

She had never seen Ling Zhao so presumptuous before. She didn't know what happened in Huaicheng, and Ling Zhao refused to tell her.

I wonder what Huo Yixiu would think if he saw her being so indulgent.

Yu Yang tried to persuade him several times and wanted to leave early, but Ling Zhao refused and instead pulled him to continue playing cards.

When Huo Yixiu came over, Ling Zhao had just lost the game and was punished to drink.

Ling Zhao had to be careful about his identity when he was outside. He never drank alcohol at home. After a few cans of beer, his face turned red to his neck and his movements became rough.

She rolled up her loose sleeves, revealing a large section of her slender white arms, which were dazzling under the neon lights.

Huo Yixiu narrowed his eyes and walked quietly to her side.

Yu Yang was surprised to see him appear. She tugged at Ling Zhao's arm and said, "Zhao Zhao, it's time to go home."

Ling Zhao pushed her hand away and gestured to her: [Help me translate this card to them. I have learned this card. I want to increase the stakes——]

"What code?" Yu Yang interrupted her anxiously, secretly glancing at Huo Yixiu's dark face, "Hurry, go home."

Huo Yixiu didn't have the patience to wait for Ling Zhao to have enough fun, so he took out his wallet, took out all the cash inside and put it on the card table.

Ling Zhao stared at the stack of money in a daze, her head feeling dizzy. She looked up and met Huo Yixiu's deep and cold face.

She pursed her lips, stiffened her body, and sat there motionless.

Huo Yixiu glanced at her and said to the men, "She won't come again."

His large hands grasped Ling Zhao's willow-like arms, exerting strength secretly, and pulled her up. He held her in his arms, turned to Yu Yang, and said in a voice that did not conceal his anger: "Try to bring her to a place like this again!"

Yu Yang didn't dare to say a word.

Huo Yixiu was so ferocious that he looked like he wanted to eat someone, so how could she dare to fart again?

The club's shuttle bus had left and they were waiting for a taxi outside the bar.

Ling Zhao's head was still dizzy. She looked up from the man's arms and saw him standing tall.

Cold and hard, his jawline set tightly.

Is it Huo Yixiu?

is it possible?

In her previous life, she was dying, but that bastard didn't even come to see her once.

【Who are you? 】

She gestured with her fingers, her fingertips lightly scraping against the fabric of his chest.

The man's body tensed slightly and he looked down at her.

The handsome face was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly, but the eyes were bright and burning like a fire, which made people feel distressed.

"Don't you recognize me?" The man's voice was low and tense. Ling Zhao felt it was familiar and tried to open his eyes wide to look at him.

When the wind blew, the scent of the man's perfume spread in the air. It was a special model made by Fan Wenxin in the fragrance shop, and Ling Zhao was very familiar with it.

She sobered up, frowned and moved away, not wanting to snuggle in his arms.

Huo Yixiu pulled her back again and said in a cold voice: "Are you scared now?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips, who was afraid of him?

It was just that the temperature was low at night, and when she left his arms, the cold air penetrated into her pores from all directions. She couldn't bear the alternation between hot and cold, and she could only stay warm in his arms.

Ling Zhao was no longer stubborn, and Huo Yixiu's expression looked better.

This was the busiest time of the day at the bar street, with several groups of people coming in and out. Several drunk men glanced at Ling Zhao with greedy eyes.

Huo Yixiu lifted up half of his windbreaker and pushed Ling Zhao inside.

Bars are messy places. If a good-looking mute is taken out and something happens to him, no passers-by will be involved.

How dare she!

The man's jaw line tensed again. The taxi stopped in front of him and he stuffed Ling Zhao into the car.

The carriage was very quiet, except for the smell of cigarettes left by the previous passenger, which was rough and coarse.

Ling Zhao frowned, and Huo Yixiu said in a cold voice: "Do you like playing with those people?"

He didn't directly define "those people", but Ling Zhao understood that he was talking about ordinary people, who were separated from his class.

Ling Zhao pursed her lips and pressed her fingers on her skirt.

Huo Yixiu leaned back against the back of the chair, his body relaxing: "You can't even stand the smell of this low-quality cigarette, and you still want to get along with those people?"