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

Ling Zhao clutched his phone.

There was no way she could call Huo Yixiu over.

Right now, he is being affectionate with Fan Wenxin, right?

There are no outsiders in Ziqing Garden, so they don't have to act secretly anymore.

Ling Zhao leaned on Madam Xu's shoulder and pretended to be drunk.

As the time was getting late, Mrs. Xu was not in a hurry to go home, but the other wives did not dare to, and one by one they found excuses to leave. Mrs. Xu saw that it was boring, so she decided to end the party.

Mrs. Xu had other entertainment activities and it was inconvenient for her to send Ling Zhao home, so she asked the club to arrange a car to send Ling Zhao back. At this time, the door of the next private room opened, and Qiao Jingze came out with a cigarette in his mouth. He was stunned when he saw Ling Zhao leaning against the wall, drunk.

"Ling Zhao?"

Ling Zhao was pretending to be drunk. He raised his eyelids to glance at Qiao Jingze, then turned to the other side and continued pretending to be drunk.

Madam Xu pulled the waiter over and told him to send the person to Ziqing Garden. Qiao Jingze smiled and said, "Mrs. Huo should not live in Ziqing Garden now, right?"

Mrs. Xu only noticed him at this time and looked at him in surprise: "Isn't this the third son of the Qiao family?"

But there's nothing surprising about seeing him in such a place. Everyone knows that Mr. Qiao San often hangs out in clubs, dating young models and chasing after female stars. He is a man who surrounds women.

It was Madam Xu who was caught by an acquaintance in such a place, which was not worthy of her status. She immediately changed the subject: "Ling Zhao doesn't live in Ziqing Garden, so where does she live?"

Ling Zhao opened his eyes slightly and clenched his fingers unconsciously.

Qiao Jingze seemed to be in a good mood. He took a puff of his cigarette, walked to Ling Zhao's side, leaned against the wall like her, and said with a smile, "Boss Huo and I are good friends. Madam Xu, just leave the person to me. I'll help you deliver the person."

"Ah...Okay, then you send her back." Mrs. Xu just wanted to leave quickly at this moment.

Fortunately, she didn't call many male models, and they had all left. If she was caught by the younger generation, how could she act like an elder in the future?

Madam Xu took two steps, looked back at Qiao Jingze, thought for a moment and said, "Ling Zhao rented a shop, and we came to celebrate for her. We just drank and played cards, nothing else."

Qiao Jingze smiled and said, "Of course, what else can we play?"

Only then did Mrs. Xu feel at ease to leave.

Qiao Jingze's attention was only on Ling Zhao. He leaned against the wall and blew smoke rings at Ling Zhao, who couldn't stand it and started coughing.

"woke up?"

Qiao Jingze is a playboy, and he knew at first glance that Ling Zhao was pretending to be drunk.

Ling Zhao stood firm, glanced at him coldly, and walked straight out.

I don't want to say a word to this man.

What is the relationship between Qiao Jingze and Fan Wenxin? That’s how she treats this bastard.

Ling Zhao's steps were not at all chaotic, and his expression was clear. He walked to the entrance of the club without taking the wrong path.

Qiao Jingze asked the driver to drive his car over. He stood beside the car and said, "Please?"

Ling Zhao turned her head away, raised her phone and took a selfie facing the entrance of the club. Qiao Jingze strode over and held her wrist, his face looking more serious than ever before.

He took the phone from Ling Zhao's hand.

The name of the club is in the photo.

He deleted the photo and returned the phone to Ling Zhao: "Yi Xiu should be discussing business with Fan Wenxin now. You should not disturb them."

Ling Zhao held the phone and stared at him coldly.

Licking the dog.

I like Fan Wenxin and would do anything, no matter how despicable, for her.

abnormal.

Instead of trying hard to pursue the woman he likes, he helps her pursue married men and breaks up other people's families.

Obscene.

Watching the woman he liked being affectionate with another man, he admired her from the side and thought he was doing a good job.

Qiao Jingze didn't know what she was thinking, but he knew from her expression that it was not a good thing.

But he didn't care.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "I promised Mrs. Xu that I would take you back. Shall we go?"

He glanced at the car, not very patiently.

Ling Zhao pressed his lips and got into the car reluctantly.

Qiao Jingze told the driver to drive, puffing smoke on the way, and the car was full of smoke. Ling Zhao waved her hand to disperse the smoke. Qiao Jingze glanced at her, then stared at the smoke with sparks, and said slowly: "You quit, it will be good for them and everyone. If you keep occupying this position, your situation will only get worse and worse in the future."

"Now we are moving to a hotel, but in the future we may not even be able to live in a hotel. Slums? The countryside?"

He sneered mockingly: "You have been in the Huo family for so many years, and your food, clothing, housing and transportation are no worse than those rich ladies. If you were to live the hard life of the poor, you would not be able to survive, right?"

Ling Zhao's throat slid and his fingers tightly grasped the phone.

How could she say that she actually didn't care about the position of Mrs. Huo at all?

Does he know why Huo Yixiu refuses to divorce her?

Forget it. Even if I tell him, he will just blame the problem on her.

Everyone thought that the mute would not be able to survive if she left the Huo family. Marrying Huo Yixiu was the greatest blessing in her life.

divorce?

Who would give up the good life that others can't even imagine to others?

Ling Zhao suddenly looked towards the window on Qiao Jingze's side, her pupils dilated. Qiao Jingze was attracted by her and was about to turn his head to look over when Ling Zhao suddenly pounced on him and pressed his head down.

Qiao Jingze thought there was a car crash or something, but after waiting for several seconds, the imagined collision did not happen.

Instead, the cigarette butt pressed against the inside of his leg, burning him so much that he gritted his teeth and yelled, "What are you doing!"

He pushed Ling Zhao away.

Ling Zhao looked at the window on his side again, but there was nothing.

She shrugged at him and pointed with her finger: [Just now, I saw the man in the opposite car kept looking at you, and I thought he wanted to seek revenge on you. ]

Qiao Jingze was busy checking his legs and found a hole in his fine handmade suit pants.

The faint light in the carriage shone through the finger-sized hole, revealing a little bit of red flesh.

He looked up in annoyance, only to see Ling Zhao gesture the word "revenge".

Qiao Jingze likes to have fun and seek excitement. He even stole other people's girlfriends. It is no surprise that he is sought after for revenge.

He frowned, feeling a little afraid. Ling Zhao glanced at his ridiculous hole and turned to look out the window.

Seeking revenge? Of course not.

The Qiao family was a well-off family, so if they wanted to take revenge on Qiao Jingze, they would have to see if they could offend the Qiao family. Even if they really wanted to take revenge, it was not such a coincidence that she ran into them.

If she really met him, she would never be so kind as to save him.

Ling Zhao just wanted to make him feel some pain and bully him back.

It also saves this licking dog from barking again.

Qiao Jingze was in real pain, so he asked the driver to turn on the interior lights and check his burns again, and even wanted to take off his pants to check on the spot. Ling Zhao saw him put his hands on his belt and hurriedly covered his eyes with his hands.

Suddenly, a sneer came from the side.

"So shy, it seems Huo Yixiu rarely shows up in front of you."

Ling Zhao saw the man's teasing smile through his fingers. He took out a cigarette, took out a cigarette and bit it on his lips, then probably thought of the accident just now and put it away again.

He looked at Ling Zhao and asked curiously, "Are there any male models in the club that you like?"