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

The man touched the corner of her eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Ling Zhao came back to his senses and met his dark eyes.

Those eyes were exceptionally dark, as if stained with thick ink that could not be dissolved, and there was something written in their depths.

She didn't dare to look, but her heart skipped a beat.

Feeling guilty or something, she lowered her eyes and gestured with her fingers: [Why don’t you say anything? ]

The man's Adam's apple rolled over, letting her continue pressing it, and he spoke again: "The old principal ruined his son's future in the Education Bureau because I refused to help him curry favor with Director Min. He even exposed what happened to my mother in the past, deepening the public's suspicion of my Huo family."

"Director Min wants to use me for his own purposes. As long as the matter is under his control, the results of the investigation can be bad or good. He is not on the same page as Principal Ma, and he is just using me."

"Principal Ma wants to destroy me. Director Min has clouds in his left hand and rain in his right hand."

Huo Yixiu's two hands, one palm facing up and the other facing down.

Because Ling Zhao was kneeling on his right side, he suddenly felt uncomfortable with her massaging him in this position. He pressed down with both hands, pinched her waist, lifted her up, and let her sit on his lap.

Face to face.

Ling Zhao looked at his face and suddenly felt at a loss, not knowing where to put his hands.

Huo Yixiu held her wrists, and then placed her hands on both sides of his temples, and then placed his big palms on her waist. There was a rare hint of teasing on his serious face: "Why, we haven't slept together for a few days, so you feel so strange?"

Ling Zhao blushed and pressed hard on purpose. He pinched her waist in return: "So hard, do you want to poke my temple and inherit my property?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and loosened his grip on his fingers.

Personally, I thought that if he didn't have to spend the rest of his life in jail, it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to die.

He died peacefully, without experiencing any of the pain that she had experienced.

The air was suddenly quiet.

When she raised her eyes again, Ling Zhao found that his eyes had become deeper. When he looked at her, it was as if he was seeing through her soul.

Ling Zhao turned his head slightly to prevent him from looking.

"... Director Min asked Mrs. Min to contact Fan Wenxin privately and asked Wenxin to suppress the situation and act as if she was afraid of getting into trouble. At the same time, he was stirring up public opinion behind the scenes to disrupt my position. The couple was playing a double act to put pressure on me."

"If I give in this time, not only will I have to clean up his mess, but I will also have to give him leverage. I will be completely in the same boat with him. He can control me however he wants in the future."

Ling Zhao was indifferent to political tactics, but he actually listened to Huo Yixiu's low and slow voice.

[So what do you think? If you don't want to be his puppet, how can you win this battle? ]

Huo Yixiu smiled, and suddenly reached out to hook her messy hair behind her ears: "You still care about me?"

Ling Zhao: ...

Huo Yixiu's eyes suddenly darkened, as deep as the sea, as if they had contained a bigger storm.

"Of course I have my own methods... Ling Zhao, you have to know that no one can suppress me."

His voice was dark, as if it carried the salty smell of a storm.

Ling Zhao shuddered.

His eyes suddenly brightened. He touched her cat's eyes, and his voice became gentle again: "Some people are also watching how I can get out of danger and cross the river safely. If I succeed, they will look at me with higher regard. From now on, the group of wives you will be joining will no longer be like Mrs. Min."

Ling Zhao was confused. She could understand what was said before. This sentence...

There was a sudden knock on the door, and my cousin said, "Mr. Huo, the wife's medicine is ready."

Huo Yixiu opened his mouth and asked someone to come in, completely ignoring the fact that Ling Zhao was still sitting on his lap.

Ling Zhao quickly stood up.

I accidentally fell and pressed my palm on his sensitive part.

She quickly put her hand away as if it was burned, not even daring to look at him.

My cousin didn't even look at me. She put the medicine bowl on the coffee table politely and went out.

But Ling Zhao's face was still as red as a monkey's butt.

It's really miserable. She has been married for three years and is no longer a newlywed. Other women have become old and shameless after three years of marriage, and they can talk dirty and touch their husbands' bodies as they please, but she still blushes at the slightest provocation.

This is not her innocence, but a reflection of the unfamiliarity between the couple.

Huo Yixiu didn't seem to care about her "accident". He picked up the medicine bowl with one hand, tested the temperature, and handed it to her: "The temperature is just right, you can drink it directly."

Ling Zhao is a person who is afraid of suffering and pain.

During the two years when my throat was damaged, I took Chinese and Western medicine, had surgeries, changed dressings, and suffered countless pains.

She was not used to pain and was afraid of it.

So in fact, she didn't drink the medicine these days while Huo Yixiu was away, and poured it out.

My cousin doesn’t know either, she kept it a secret.

At this moment, Huo Yixiu was watching him personally, so Ling Zhao had no choice but to take the medicine.

Just one bite and it was so bitter that my eyebrows and eyes wrinkled.

“Is it bitter?”

Ling Zhao nodded seriously, as if this would allow him to avoid having to take the medicine.

Huo Yixiu took the medicine bowl. Ling Zhao thought he was going to put some sugar in it, but he actually drank it!

Ling Zhao opened her eyes wide, and the next second, Huo Yixiu suddenly grabbed her, held her head and pressed it against his lips.

He pried her lips open and poured the medicine into her mouth. When she pressed her teeth against it, he pried her teeth open with the tip of his tongue.

The medicine flowed down her chin.

She felt bitter and wanted to run away, but he held her waist and passed another mouthful of medicine to her. This time he pinched her chin, and the medicine passed through her teeth smoothly. She instinctively pushed it out with the tip of her tongue.

Huo Yixiu's tongue changed from pushing to rolling, rolling her tongue and the medicine into his own mouth.

Their lips were pressed tightly together, and less medicine flowed out.

Ling Zhao still suffered.

The root of her tongue was numbed by his sucking, and there was no sweetness in her mouth.

After a long time, the smell of the medicine faded and was replaced by the smell of saliva itself. Their breathing became disordered, and Huo Yixiu finally let go of her who was almost suffocated.

Ling Zhao collapsed in his arms, her watery eyes accusing him, but adding a bit of lustful feelings to her.

The man kissed the corner of her lips, his voice hoarse: "If you want to share the joys and sorrows, it's not impossible..."

His eyes were dark, with a clear shadow of her, her face.

And in the deepest part of his eyes, there was a flickering flame, as if it was burning fiercely, wanting to burn her to ashes.

Ling Zhao shook his head in fear.

She doesn't want to.

Huo Yixiu glanced at the medicine bowl, poured all the rest into his mouth, and kissed her.

A bowl of medicine, half for each, and kissed until the bitter taste was gone. But this time he didn't let go.

He kissed her and held her hand and pressed it down.

Ling Zhao clenched his fists tightly and refused.

She was rational and clear-headed, and refused to have sex with him no matter what.

Finally, Huo Yixiu let go, his eyes bloodshot.

The room was filled with the sound of two people breathing heavily.

Huo Yixiu glanced at her and said, "Haven't you had enough of your temper yet?"

Ling Zhao bit his lip and drooped his eyelids.

He didn't understand why she resisted him, just like she didn't understand why he didn't like her when she loved him so much in her previous life.

They could sit down and talk, and she could listen to his concerns, but she didn't want to have any more in-depth communication with him.

No matter how deeply intoxicated you are, if you only feel shame when you wake up, isn't that a form of torture?

Huo Yixiu took a long breath, saw the cigarette box on the corner of the table, grabbed it, took a cigarette and put it between his lips.

The air was thick with smoke.

Ling Zhao didn't dare to leave, nor did he dare to initiate a conversation.

She sat in silence.

The man finished his cigarette and looked at her: "You go to bed. I'll sleep in the study."

Ling Zhaoru was pardoned and left quickly.

Huo Yixiu looked at her fleeing figure and narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he had done to displease her.

Is it because my skills are not good enough and I can’t satisfy her?

But at that time, she was clearly so excited that she cried.

Man holding mobile phone with browser open.

Overcome the ban and open a website.

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The man looked at it for a while, thoughtfully.