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

Ling Zhao glared at him.

The man sat back on her side, leaning forward, and chuckled, "If you like anything, I can give it to you."

Ling Zhao twitched his lips: [Ruin my reputation? Compensate me? Or do you think that I, Ling Zhao, am worthy of these male models? ]

The wheels passed the speed reduction strip, and the carriage swayed slightly. Qiao Jingze also shook his head and said, "If you and the male model are attracted to each other, then you are a good match. When the time comes, you can get married and have a wedding banquet. I will give you a big red envelope. If you want to use it as compensation, that's fine."

"If you don't like it..."

He lowered his voice and looked at her with an ambiguous look.

Ling Zhao shuddered.

She will never come to places like clubs and bars again.

For the sake of Fan Wenxin, Qiao Jingze might really do something like destroying someone's reputation.

Although Ling Zhao had thought about destroying her own reputation and forcing Huo Yixiu to divorce her before, there was a huge difference between destroying one's own reputation and having one's reputation destroyed by others.

Ling Zhao pursed his lips tightly, guarding against him.

Qiao Jingze seemed to be satisfied with her fear and laughed: "Are you scared?"

Ling Zhao turned his head away and decided to ignore this pervert.

With a click, the lighter went off, and Qiao Jingze lit the cigarette. He crossed his legs and puffed out smoke, while his other hand scratched the burn hole. His nails accidentally scratched the burned skin, and he frowned.

"Which hotel are you staying at?"

Ling Zhao turned around, sneered and pointed his finger: [Fan Wenxin only told you that I was kicked out, didn't she tell you where I live? ]

Ling Zhao had no doubt that Qiao Jingze would be angry with Huo Yixiu for Fan Wenxin. Fan Wenxin told Qiao Jingze everything about her and Huo Yixiu.

It is said that Fan Wenxin is alone in South City, but she has the strongest group of friends and relatives, and the most perverted admirer!

Qiao Jingze didn't care that Ling Zhao saw through his feelings for Fan Wenxin, and smiled faintly: "As long as she lives in Ziqing Garden, who cares about you?"

These words were neither salty nor bland, but they were like needles piercing Ling Zhao's heart.

Who cares about you...

Ling Zhao concealed his sorrow.

Yes, no one cared about her.

She is like a house pet. Because someone is allergic to her, she can be moved away. She is someone who can be handled at will.

Ling Zhao lowered his eyes and scratched the phone case lightly with his nails.

Seeing that she was motionless, Qiao Jingze looked at her.

I saw her white head slightly lowered, her eyelashes drooping quietly, her fingers pried open the phone case and put it back together, but her lips were stubbornly pursed.

The more stubborn she was, the more people felt that she was being bullied, and Qiao Jingze actually felt guilty.

He was born in the clouds, and he had everything he wanted since he was a child. He was used to being overbearing, and he didn't think it was wrong to steal other people's things. When he bullied his classmates when he was a child, he never felt guilty towards anyone.

But at this moment, facing a silent mute, he actually felt guilty.

Maybe it was because the curve of her neck looked pitiful, or maybe it was because he happened to see the tear falling.

The man frowned and said in a rough voice: "If you give Huo Yixiu to Fan Wenxin, I will be your friend and protect you. I guarantee that you will not be bullied and will still have a good life."

Ling Zhao raised the corner of his lips in mockery. After all, why is it happening again?

She looked up at him rudely: [Are you the one who distributes the pork? ]

Since Fan Wenxin took a fancy to that piece of meat, he had to snatch the good meat and give it to her. Should others wait for him to give them the next piece of meat?

"Huh?" Qiao Jingze didn't understand. Ling Zhao felt that he was not from the same world as him, so he told the name of the hotel he was staying in and never looked at him again.

Qiao Jingze asked the driver to drive to the hotel, always keeping those gestures in mind.

Looking back, this and that… He tried to make the same gesture, what did it mean?

Ling Zhao arrived at the hotel entrance, got out of the car, slammed the door, and left without even saying thank you.

Fan Wenxin and Qiao Jingze are both psychopaths, disgusting perverts!

She needs to stay away.

Back to hotel room.

The moment the door handle was turned, the light at the door came on.

Ling Zhao was changing his shoes at the door and didn't notice that there was another person inside.

She reeked of alcohol and was taking off her clothes as she walked.

I was too tired to take a shower and threw myself on the bed.

After a pause, all the hairs on his body stood up.

Ling Zhao couldn't scream, but he grabbed the quilt and rolled off the bed.

There is someone in the bed!

She looked towards the bed in horror and tremblingly pressed the switch.

The moment the bedroom light came on, her eyes met with the man lying on the bed.

Ling Zhao's mind was confused for a moment, but he couldn't figure out what was going on. Why was Huo Yixiu here?

The man's eyes were as cold as frost as he stared at her coldly.

Maybe it was the punishment she received in the past, or the PUA she received from those people in her previous life, which made her feel deeply engraved in her bones that as long as she saw that kind of look, she had done something wrong.

Ling Zhao swallowed and quietly put the quilt back on the bed.

The man's cold and calm voice sounded: "Leaving Ziqing Garden, are you letting yourself go?"

After Huo Yixiu arrived at the hotel, he did not see her in the room.

He had a video conference to attend, but when the meeting ended, she didn't come back.

He had asked Jiang Shang to go out and look for her, and he was waiting in the hotel to see when she would come back.

Ling Zhao bit her lip to free herself from her fear of him. She gestured with her fingers: "Why aren't you in Ziqing Garden taking care of Fan Wenxin? Why are you here to keep an eye on me? When will you come back?"

Huo Yixiu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her with her chin slightly raised, looking indifferent.

The man sneered: "After all, there are too many wild men who covet Mrs. Huo's beauty. How can we not keep an eye on them?" He paused, "Do you want me to say this?"

Ling Zhao frowned, thinking that what he said was incomprehensible. He was the one who was blaming others for what they had done.

【Whatever you say, I'm going to sleep. 】

She didn't take a shower and just lay down on the bed.

Although he wasn't drunk, Mrs. Xu made him drink a few glasses of wine, and his head was dizzy.

Mrs. Xu suggested that she go to the Disabled Persons' Federation, but she bought a shop and wanted to open her own shop. Mrs. Xu didn't use her chess piece, and she was angry, but she didn't have a strong temper.

Of course Ling Zhao also showed weakness, saying that she had never worked in the workplace and was afraid of offending people, and that a place like the Disabled Persons' Federation was not suitable for her. She opened a shop for her own fun, and also welcomed the wives to come to her shop to play.

Mrs. Xu is a different woman.

Mr. Xu has mistresses outside, and she makes a lot of noise, but she always keeps Mr. Xu firmly in her hands.

She went to the club to order male models. She had good taste and all the male models she ordered were in good shape, young and good-looking. She said that if men can play, so can women. She also said that if any wife is a fan of a star, she can call the male star to the club to play with her.

Ling Zhao felt like a new world had opened up.

She imagined the carefree life after leaving Huo Yixiu, where she could order male models all by herself.

Divorce, division of property, the peak of a beautiful, rich and white woman’s life… just thinking about it, it’s not painful at all.

Ling Zhao thought so happily that a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Huo Yixiu rested his elbows on the mattress and looked down at her.

After leaving Ziqing Garden, she is not sad at all?

Ling Zhao was happy for a while, her eyes focused on Huo Yixiu's face, she smiled: [Huo Yixiu, when did you let me go? ]

She pulled his collar and used his strength to sit up: [Fan Wenxin likes you, your mother likes Fan Wenxin, everyone thinks that Fan Wenxin has made great contributions, you can't let her down. Her parents have come to urge you to marry her, why are you still hanging out with me? ]

[You don't need me to put on a good front for you now, to make people think... Mr. Huo is a responsible and good man. Times have changed, Ling Zhao is no longer useful, you need a more powerful woman to help you.]

[You let me live in a hotel, and then an apartment in a remote place. Gradually, Mrs. Huo's health has deteriorated and it is difficult for her to show up... After a few years, no one will remember me anymore, and you can replace me as Mrs. Huo. Right?]

As the alcohol started to rise in his body, Ling Zhao felt like he was drunk, and he began to speak his true feelings one by one.

She understands, she understands everything.