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

Ling Zhao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well.

Sometimes in my mind was Huo Yixiu, sometimes Fan Wenxin, and sometimes his incomprehensible words.

She sat up several times and looked at the door, as if doing sit-ups.

I don't know how long it had been before I vaguely heard the sound of the study door lock turning.

She wondered if she was possessed by a ghost, but she couldn't help but quietly get up.

When I opened the door, I saw Huo Yixiu standing in the corridor.

He also heard the sound of the door lock turning and turned to look.

Eyes facing each other.

Ling Zhao stood there awkwardly in her pajamas. After a while, she gestured: [Where are you going? ]

The man raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you care?"

Ling Zhao bit his lip and put his hands behind his back.

She was silent, and the man laughed sarcastically, then turned and left.

Ling Zhao looked at his back, feeling empty inside.

It's a familiar feeling.

In my previous life, I looked at his back countless times, and every time I felt a deep sense of loss.

The memory was too vivid, and even if she lived it again, the feeling still haunted her.

Ling Zhao slowly turned around and went back to his room.

Now that he was gone, she didn't have to worry about him coming in at night and forcing her to fulfill her married life obligations. Wasn't that great?

Perhaps, he realized that he spoke too harshly to Fan Wenxin at night, so he went to coax her again.

That was Fan Wenxin. Even if he wanted to pretend to be rude to her, he couldn't bear to do it.

Ling Zhao felt that she was becoming more and more sober. She would no longer be affected by his expression or words. As long as he was happy, whatever he did to her was right.

But I can’t sleep again tonight.

A glass of milk, a mobile phone, and start the sleep mode.

Suddenly a friend verification message came in.

The avatar is blank and the verification column doesn’t say who it belongs to.

Ling Zhao didn't want to pass.

But maybe her thoughts were too messy and she needed external force to eliminate internal friction.

She added the other person as a friend.

As soon as I added him, he sent me a message: Are you lonely late at night?

Yu Yang used to play Shake Shake, so she had some experience to share with Ling Zhao, "Some men can't stand being lonely for even a minute, but they are stingy and ugly, so no one would pay attention to them even if they go to nightclubs. They use this method of casting a net, making appointments in the middle of the night, and maybe they don't even have to pay for the room, and they can just do it in the car on the main road."

She spoke with great hatred at the time. Ling Zhao asked her if she had encountered such a person, and she said that a colleague of hers had encountered one.

When Ling Zhao saw this rhetoric, he felt disgusted and subconsciously wanted to block him.

But before deleting the pop-up window of her friend, she hesitated.

For some unknown reason, she sent a message: Are you casting your net?

Blank answered her: "Have you joined the network?"

Ling Zhao: “No.”

"When a woman says no, it usually means yes."

"No."

"When a woman says no, it usually means yes."

"No."

The inexplicable conversation went back and forth for several rounds.

Ling Zhao kept saying this over and over again, and the other party was very patient and talked to her again and again.

After a while, Ling Zhao felt too bored and asked him, "Can't you talk about something else?"

"Come for a drink."

"Don't go."

"Come out and drink."

"I dont go."

This time, it was a conversation that was like a word game.

Ling Zhao felt that, apart from Yu Yang, this person was the only one in the world who had the patience to chat with her.

"Are you unhappy?" the other party suddenly asked her.

If they were face to face, Ling Zhao would probably just follow the conversation habit and answer him.

But at this moment, seeing that the message in the dialog box was almost sent, she pressed the delete key and deleted the answer.

"Nothing unhappy."

"A woman who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night is either lonely in the room or lonely in the room." After the other party finished speaking, he sent another photo.

A glass of red wine on a stone bench.

Ling Zhao tilted his head to look at the half cup of milk on his bedside table, thought about it, and sent the photo.

She also didn't know that the conversations she had to relieve her boredom would become a handle for someone to use against her in the future.

……

On the other side, Huo Yixiu received a call from Qiao Jingze and went to the club.

Fan Wenxin was drunk. If she didn't act crazy, she would just squat in the corner and cry silently.

It’s particularly aggrieved and heartbreaking.

Qiao Jingze rarely gave Huo Yixiu a cold face: "Let's talk."

He asked the waiter to watch over Fan Wenxin and coax her to drink water, then turned around and took Huo Yixiu to the club garden.

There were some rare flowers blooming in the yard, but no one was appreciating them at this time. Qiao Jingze turned around and said coldly to Huo Yixiu: "Did you bully her?"

Huo Yixiu's expression was calm: "What do you think?"

Qiao Jingze was silent for a moment, then complained, "She has been with you for so many years, and I have never seen her feel so wronged. She is alone in South City, and she treats you and Auntie as her family. But you hid such a big thing from her, how do you think she will feel?"

"She doesn't know that Auntie has made mistakes. She is dealing with Mrs. Min for you. What did you do to her?"

"Huo Yixiu, although you are married, I don't believe that you don't know what Fan Wenxin thinks of you!"

This was the first time since Huo Yixiu got married that someone had pointed out to him Fan Wenxin's feelings for him.

When she was in school, Fan Wenxin was recognized as the campus beauty of Nancheng University. She was beautiful, had a good family background, and was smart. There were countless men chasing after her, both inside and outside the school.

But she has always been disdainful, arrogant and domineering, and is a famous high-ranking flower in the university town.

It was such a flower on the mountain top that, after listening to Huo Yixiu's speech, ran after him.

Don't care about his family conditions, and don't care that he is too busy to care about you.

At that time, Huo Yixiu was a grass on the mountain top who was harder to approach than a flower on the mountain top. He had a cold face to everyone. He was aloof, talented, sensitive, had a bad temper, and was difficult to approach.

When starting a business, she had no money and high requirements. She offended classmates, teachers and customers. It was Fan Wenxin who coaxed those people with a gentle voice and resolved the conflicts. She would gently accompany the frustrated man and appease his anger.

If it weren’t for Huo Yixiu, probably no one would have thought that Fan Wenxin had such a side to her.

Huo Yixiu is not a piece of wood, how could he not know what she is thinking?

Then if an excellent girl likes him, why doesn't he...

Time passed little by little.

Huo Yixiu's face was silent. He asked back, "After all these years, do you still like her?"

Qiao Jingze pressed the corners of his lips, not hiding his feelings: "I like her. I just can't stand seeing her being wronged."

"Her parents dote on her so much. Even though she's not from a wealthy family, she was raised in a delicate and pampered way. If I hadn't seen that you treated her well over the years, I would have taken her away long ago."

"I also thought that after you took over, you would divorce that mute and fulfill her dream sooner. But what are you doing? You threw her aside just because of her one mistake. She didn't even have dinner, and she was dealing with your family's affairs, for fear of upsetting you again!"

"But you embarrassed her in front of the mute, and she left the Huo family hungry. She drank the wine on an empty stomach!"