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

Ling Zhao looked at him innocently: Shouldn't she eat? Is that wrong?

For some unknown reason, the man took her half bowl of rice and ate it.

Ling Zhao opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

Never mind, just eat it.

"Stand still, sit still."

When Ling Zhao was about to leave, Huo Yixiu stopped him and waited until he finished his meal.

The two of them stared at each other across the table, and the room was filled with coldness.

The man sat sideways with his left hand on the table. He didn't have a strong aura of being noble and unattainable, but he wasn't very approachable either, which made people want to talk to him.

His eyes were indifferent and seemed a little tired.

Being stared at like that, Ling Zhao could only look back at him quietly, but his eyes no longer contained the heartache and eagerness to relieve his worries as before.

Maybe he's completely heartbroken.

She was thinking quietly, and the man suddenly said, "Come here."

Ling Zhao didn't dare to move. His eyes became cold and stern. Ling Zhao was afraid of him and had to stand up.

When my cousin came to clean up the table, Huo Yixiu suddenly asked her, "Has Madam taken medicine every day these days?"

My cousin was startled and nodded: "I drank it all."

Huo Yixiu nodded and looked at Ling Zhao's face: "You look better now."

Ling Zhao couldn't respond and could only nod perfunctorily. Huo Yixiu continued, "I don't look well."

Ling Zhao: “?”

The cousin glanced at Huo Yixiu secretly, and didn't understand what this routine was.

"Did she take her evening medicine?"

My cousin immediately replied seriously: "Not yet."

"Take it to the study."

After giving the order, Huo Yixiu went upstairs and asked Ling Zhao to follow him.

In the study, the man sat on the sofa. Ling Zhao stood, keeping a distance from him. His face turned cold: "Can I eat you?"

Ling Zhao sat down.

There is room for one more person to sit between the two of them.

Huo Yixiu didn't say anything and directed her to get a cigarette.

It was not enough for her to just take the cigarette, he called her stupid and asked her to walk back and forth again to get a lighter.

The finger-long cigarette was biting on his lips. There was not a trace of ruffian in his stern face. There were faint wrinkles between his eyebrows and his eyes were dark and gloomy.

He was sitting and she was standing. He looked up at her slightly and said, "Don't you know how to use a lighter?"

Ling Zhao pressed the lighter, the flame lit up, the cigarette was lit, and a thin wisp of white smoke rose.

Ling Zhao placed the lighter on the coffee table. The man held the cigarette, looked at her quiet appearance, and smoked it one puff at a time.

She stood up again, her hands clasped in front of her abdomen, silent and calm like a puppet.

"Do you know why I didn't suppress that matter?"

No one responded to him. The man didn't care and continued, "Because if I suppress it, the people behind it will use even greater force to ignite public opinion."

"I also know who is behind this." He raised his eyes to look at her, "Do you know who it is?"

Ling Zhao shook his head.

Huo Yixiu sneered: "Do you remember Principal Ma's retirement party?"

Ling Zhao blinked, surprised: [Is it Principal Ma? ]

But why?

As a retired principal, does he have such great power? Is this necessary?

"Not only him, but also the director of the Education Bureau."

Ling Zhao frowned, she didn't understand.

Mrs. Min took the money and was afraid that the matter would get out of hand, otherwise she would not have talked to Fan Wenxin privately to calm the matter down.

Could it be that Director Min was unaware and Mrs. Min took the money without telling him, or that the couple were not of the same mind?

Seeing her confused, Huo Yixiu took a puff of cigarette and sneered: "Guess why?"

Ling Zhao shook his head.

She had never been involved in the affairs of officials and businessmen, and no one had ever advised her. She was more concerned about why Huo Yixiu told her about this.

In his eyes, she had always been just a parasite, a vase for display, with an empty head and a tight mouth.

The person who could discuss important matters with him has always been Fan Wenxin.

Ling Zhao suddenly realized that Fan Wenxin had failed to understand his thoughts this time and made a wrong judgment, almost putting things in a worse situation.

"Because I was disobedient and offended them." Huo Yixiu said coldly, narrowing his eyes slightly and smiling grimly.

Ling Zhao recalled that on the day of Principal Ma's retirement party, he hoped that Huo Yixiu could help him with a small favor, but Huo Yixiu refused.

She also showed off in this matter.

Just for such a small matter, do we have to push people over the cliff?

Seeing her frown and disgusted expression, Huo Yixiu's gloomy and serious face became a little more human.

There was no sign of materialism or utilitarianism on her face, nor did she look down on him just because he deliberately belittled her, thinking that he was just a pawn in the hands of the powerful.

She just disagreed with those people's actions and gave the purest reaction.

"Over the years, Principal Ma has used me to give him a lot of face. The system built by Director Min's nephew was not up to standard, so he asked me to clean up the mess for them. Is this exactly the same as Mrs. Min's method?"

Ling Zhao suddenly realized.

It's not that the couple have different minds, they share the same mind!

They all take their own money and let others do things for them. They are completely used as tools for them to make money. It's still not good, they have to take the blame!

Huo Yixiu's smile became even more ironic.

He had smoked more than half of his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray. He lifted his long legs and folded them, put his fingers on his knees, and slowly turned his dragon wedding ring.

Ling Zhao stared at his ring and subconsciously touched his finger.

Coming back to my senses, I suddenly realized that I had been sitting next to him without knowing when, so close that I could smell the faint pine scent on him.

Ling Zhao pursed her lips and quietly moved away, but he held her fingers and guided her hands to both sides of her temples: "Massage for me."

Ling Zhao's posture was not convenient for him to be massaged, so he knelt on the sofa cushions.

In order to ensure that both hands exerted the same force, she had to get close to his head.

The scent that belonged to him became stronger in my nostrils.

She felt his breath on her chest.

Ling Zhao stepped back.

Huo Yixiu closed his eyes, seeming to enjoy her service. He continued, "The college entrance examination is coming up, and they can't find anyone better to help them improve the system, so they're forcing me to do something."

He sneered: "It's called a compliance test."

Ling Zhao's fingers paused and he stared at his cold, jade-like face.

His chin had some green stubble, which made him look even sexier and a little decadent. But only Ling Zhao knew that he was always energetic and wise.

He was never ambiguous about his own interests.

Otherwise, Junhai Technology would not have become one of the top three companies in the country in the next five years.

The Huo family will not become the pointed end at the top of the pyramid.

By then, everyone will respectfully call him Mr. Huo. In personal interviews, he is modest, low-key, calm and reserved, and has won the favor of countless people.

Everyone says Huo Yixiu is a good boss, a good entrepreneur, and a good husband.

But at that time, there was no Mrs. Huo in public anymore.

At that time, Ling Zhao could only watch his personal interviews on TV in the sanatorium, and no one knew that Mrs. Huo had already been imprisoned.

Ling Zhao didn't understand. In her previous life, she was so well-behaved and obedient, and she did whatever he said. Wasn't that enough?

Why did she still end up with a tragic ending?

Huo Yixiu opened his eyes and was stunned when he saw her sad eyes.