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

She opened her lips and tried to put the three words "Fan Wenxin" in front of her several times.

As for why she hadn't said anything yet even though she was obviously extremely angry, she couldn't figure it out.

Is it because she knows that he won't let her go, and telling him the truth will only make her more pathetic, or is it because she knows that he is too powerful, and if she brings it out, she will be in an even more embarrassing situation?

Ling Zhao took a deep breath and suppressed the insult.

She trembled with her hands, choked with sobs, and gestured slowly: [I don’t have anyone.]

[Huo Yixiu, I will act like a loving couple with you and will not destroy your image in front of others. At this time, I will not cause trouble for you. If you have needs, you can find another woman. I have no objection and I will cooperate with you to cover for you, okay? ]

The man's face became colder and colder, his dark eyes were cold and grim, and he squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "Do you know what you are saying?"

Ling Zhao was afraid of his stormy face, his body trembled slightly and he lowered his head.

After being trained by him several times, she was finally afraid.

She was afraid that he would use some other method to punish her for her misbehavior.

With a bang, the car door slammed.

Ling Zhao was the only one left in the car, and the driver's seat was empty.

The wind still blew in from that side, and the car was still filled with his scent, lingering around her.

……

Huo's mother went to school this morning to deal with the investigation team's investigation and has not returned yet.

Ling Zhao returned to the villa, and her cousin walked towards her cautiously: "Madam, Mr. Huo is back. He went straight to the second floor and looked very unhappy. You should not offend him."

Ling Zhao nodded.

She knew that it was she who made him angry.

My cousin continued, "After you left this morning, the hotel sent a large panda figurine. I had it placed there temporarily. Do you think we should move it again?"

Such a big ornament, but the two angry people didn’t even notice it when they walked in.

Looking at it now, it is very conspicuous, placed next to the TV. It is black and white, and looks very cute.

Although it is not an art collectible, it is still pleasing as a decoration.

Ling Zhao took a look and thought of Huo Yixiu at the charity auction. Even though he was just acting, he was gentle and considerate to her.

She watched from afar, feeling mixed emotions in her heart, and in the end she couldn't figure out what they were.

When Mrs. Huo came home and saw the huge panda, she was not in a good mood at all. She glared at Ling Zhao and accused him, "You spent three million to buy such a thing. You have no taste. Did the Huo family only let you finish elementary school?"

Ling Zhao didn't say anything. It was like punching cotton. Instead of venting her anger, Huo's mother became even angrier.

She asked Aunt Zhang to bring some blood pressure medication.

Apparently after a day of arguing at school, things were going nowhere.

Fortunately, the school stated that it would conduct a thorough investigation, temporarily calming the public's anger.

But in the end, the public still needs to be given an explanation for this matter.

During dinner, the atmosphere at the table was depressing.

Not only was Huo's mother worried, Ling Zhao and Huo Yixiu were both silent, each focusing only on the food in front of them.

Mother Huo drank a bowl of vegetable soup, looked up and saw Ling Zhao absentmindedly picking at his rice, and lectured him again: "If you don't want to eat, don't eat. You have no manners."

Ling Zhao lives under the Huo family's roof. This kind of targeting happens almost every day and he has become accustomed to it.

She put down her chopsticks and gave her cousin a look, asking her to take the dishes away.

Huo Yixiu glanced at her, and Huo's mother looked over and asked him, "Where did you go today? Wen Xin said you were not in the company."

Ling Zhao lowered his eyes.

Her dishes and chopsticks were taken away, but that didn't mean she could just leave.

She curled her fingers and stared at the tile pattern under the table.

It was dark under the table, and the patterns were dark and blurry, appearing distorted.

It reminded her of the sweaty scene in the hotel.

It also reminded her of her unpleasant parting with Huo Yixiu.

They were obsessed with this for most of the day.

"I'm tired of answering the phone, so I'm going to go out and have some quiet time for a day."

Huo Yixiu is the backbone of Junhai Technology. Some of his people invested in technology and some directors invested in funds. After a few years, people's hearts have changed. When they see the stock price falling, they are most concerned about the money in their pockets.

They called one after another to express their greetings, and told Huo's mother, either explicitly or implicitly, that she shouldn't be greedy for money and lose the big picture for the small.

But he didn't give any ideas and just asked him to eliminate the impact as soon as possible.

Huo Yixiu has experienced business competition since he started his business. If it were in the past, this might not be a big deal, but he is too close to the government, and with the two awards, the matter has become a hot coal.

Mother Huo frowned as she drank her soup: "You shouldn't let Wen Xin handle it alone. No matter how capable she is, she is still a woman. She has been by your side for so many years, and you are willing to order her around like this."

Ling Zhao wanted to laugh after hearing this, but he pinched his palms tightly to hold back his sneer.

It was clearly something they did, but it seems to have become someone else's.

This is what is called bias.

"She is my secretary. If she can't even handle this, then she should consider changing departments." Huo Yixiu put down his chopsticks and stood up.

He walked out.

Mother Huo asked from behind: "Where are you going now?"

"Company." Huo Yixiu's voice was tired and cold.

Ling Zhao watched him go out the door out of the corner of her eye. She breathed a sigh of relief when he left.

At least I don't have to face him in the few hours before going to bed.

……

Clubhouse.

Fan Wenxin walked into the box exhausted.

Qiao Jingze was hugging women on both sides. When he saw her come in, he waved his hand and asked the two female models to make room.

He lit a cigarette and squinted at Fan Wenxin: "Your face looks haggard, and all the energy is drained away." He handed the cigarette to Fan Wenxin.

Fan Wenxin took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, took a long puff, and sat on the sofa, exhaling a long smoke.

Qiao Jingze tilted his body to look at her: "It's not a difficult matter. It doesn't seem like you are capable of doing it like this."

Fan Wenxin, the all-round secretary, can negotiate orders worth hundreds of millions and can handle difficult clients. Is it a big deal to just do a small thing like squeezing someone else's stuff?

Fan Wenxin sat up, picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table, poured the wine into the glass, and picked up the glass to bring it to his mouth.

She smiled at Qiao Jingze: "It's not a big deal, but I want to repair my relationship with Huo Yixiu."

Qiao Jingze didn't understand women's minds, especially Fan Wenxin's. "What do you mean? You made yourself so tired that Huo Yixiu felt sorry for you?"

He took out his phone and took a photo of Fan Wenxin: "You have to let him see your hard work, right?"

Fan Wenxin smiled and said, "You are lucky. You were born into a noble family and have good vision. You chose Huo Yixiu to invest. Remember, you can invest, but don't start a business."

She took Qiao Jingze's cell phone, put it on the coffee table, and handed him the full glass of wine.

Qiao Jingze took it and shook it twice: "You two are really a pair, dark-bellied and deep-minded. I don't care, just don't let my assets shrink."

After clinking glasses with her, Qiao Jingze drank the wine poured by Fan Wenxin.

"Come to think of it, this is quite a coincidence. Huo Yixiu and Ling Zhao almost had a falling out over cheating, but it didn't happen. I thought he was going to turn the tables, so I was a little worried... Even your relationship with him isn't as good as before. I was thinking you were going to have a cold war with him for a few days, you wouldn't just break up, right? Now that Aunt Huo's incident happened, you two are fighting side by side again."

Fan Wenxin curled her lips and smiled: "Maybe..."

There was a gleam of light in her eyes.

After Qiao Jingze finished speaking, he looked at Fan Wenxin's face again, thought of something, and frowned slightly: "It can't be you..."

Fan Wenxin smiled at him: "What's wrong with me? I didn't do anything."