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

The trousers were lifted up, revealing a large area of ​​solid muscles, and further up was the inner side of the legs.

Qiao Jingze suddenly became stiff, frowned, and held down his trousers without moving.

I didn’t feel embarrassed to walk around in swimming trunks before, and I had shown them off in front of Fan Wenxin.

But she wasn't interested.

But at this moment, with her staring at him, he could hardly control himself.

Qiao Jingze coughed lightly: "Don't look at it."

As he was about to push his trouser leg down, Fan Wenxin pushed his hand away and pinched the trouser leg to push it up: "Don't move. Burns are harder to heal than knife wounds. Why is Ling Zhao so careless? If you go a little deeper, you'll get burned..."

She suddenly stopped talking and looked away.

Qiao Jingze is a normal man. How could he not react when the woman he likes stares at the inside of his legs and feels her warm breath blowing on his skin?

Fortunately, the underwear has good coverage and is not too ugly.

Fan Wenxin opened the lid of the ointment and threw the medicine to Qiao Jingze: "Apply the medicine yourself."

Qiao Jingze smiled faintly, squeezed out the ointment and applied it to the burn, while leisurely saying: "If it was Huo Yixiu, would you apply medicine to him?"

Fan Wenxin glanced at him and said, "Go ahead."

Qiao Jingze smiled lazily and said meaningfully, "Then how about giving him some medicine?"

……

Ling Zhao's shop was being renovated, and she was busy alone, not letting others interfere. As for Huo Yixiu, he didn't say a word after she took over the shop.

It seemed to confirm what he said. He could do whatever she wanted as long as she didn't make trouble with him.

Ling Zhao was working very hard, but for the decoration work, there must be someone who can talk and control the decorators.

Yu Yang volunteered to help. The way she stood with her hands on her hips directing the workers looked like a smoking teapot.

Ling Zhao handed her an ice cream to soothe her sore throat.

Mrs. Xu came and saw the half-renovated shop. She said that Ling Zhao was only concerned with this stall and didn't play with them, which was very boring.

Yu Yang had been in the workplace for a long time and her eyes had become very sharp. She realized that Huo Yixiu asked Ling Zhao to deal with these wealthy ladies so that she could get into their circle, just like how Teacher Du and Fan Wenxin used to get along well with Mrs. Min and the others.

Different circles, different interest circles. But one thing is that Huo Yixiu wants to raise Ling Zhao's status.

Yu Yang asked Ling Zhao to accompany Mrs. Xu for tea while she kept an eye on the decoration.

Ling Zhao didn't want to let Madam Xu make a wasted trip, so to give her face, he followed her.

Mrs. Xu went to the theater to watch a play again.

Several wives had already arrived, and when they saw Ling Zhao, their eyes flickered a little. Madam Xu winked at them, and the wives smiled as if nothing had happened.

The story performed on the stage is about Wang Baochuan and Xue Pinggui.

Mrs. Xu held the small hammer and knocked another hickory nut.

"If I were Wang Baochuan, I would be crazy to be forced to eat wild vegetables for 18 years to wait for my man to come back. If that man comes back with another woman, I will hit him on the head with this hammer!"

Mrs. Xu was a quick-witted person, but Ling Zhao felt that she might not be capable of such a thing.

Some words are just lip service.

After being married for so many years, their feelings may not be as deep as before, but their interests are firmly bound together. With power and wealth in hand, when the man is not around, both wealth and power will shrink.

Mrs. Xu asked her, "If you were Wang Baochuan, would you eat wild vegetables for eighteen years and wait for a man to come back and marry you?"

A lady behind said first: "Mrs. Huo will do it."

There is no need to explain the reason in detail, everyone present will understand.

It was good enough for a mute to marry a healthy person. That person was Huo Yixiu. I heard that he was very smart when he was a student. Principal Ma relied on him to recruit many outstanding students!

Those students later entered various industries and became leaders. In the end, weren't they all part of Principal Ma's network of contacts?

I used to hear Mrs. Ma bragging that one of her students was the CEO of a well-known hotel chain. Her family only stayed in that hotel regardless of whether they were at home or abroad. They never had to spend any money and were treated to delicious food and drinks and allowed to travel around the local area at will.

For Ling Zhao to marry Huo Yixiu is more than just marrying up, it's a blessing from her ancestors.

Let her wait not only eighteen years, she'd have to wait eighty years.

If she married an ordinary person, would she have the status she has now? Would she be honored as Mrs. Huo?

Ling Zhao lowered his eyelids, with a faint smile on his face, and slowly picked at the walnut meat.

Someone else answered it for her, so that's it.

Her answer doesn't matter anyway.

Madam Xu glanced at the lady, then at Ling Zhao, and smiled: "Well, Mr. Huo is a gentleman who keeps his promises. He is a man worth waiting for."

Everyone knew that Huo Yixiu doted on his wife and didn't mind people saying that he married a mute. With his conditions, noble ladies would actually be willing to marry him. But he would rather start from scratch and not take any advantage from the noble ladies.

How many men nowadays have this backbone?

Everyone clicked their tongues in agreement with Mrs. Xu's words, but a discordant voice was heard.

"If Mr. Huo is really that good, why did Ziqing Garden allow another woman to live there? Madam Xu, ask her where the proper Mrs. Huo lives?"

Mrs. Xu's expression changed slightly, and she coughed lightly to tell her to shut up.

The news that Fan Wenxin stayed at Ziqing Garden while Ling Zhao stayed at Mandarin Hotel spread among the upper class circles a few days ago.

The nobles watching the fun were all saying that the dumb lady was pitiful. She didn't dare to make a scene even after being kicked out. She didn't dare to make a scene with Huo Yixiu either. She could only focus on the shop and even forgot to socialize with the ladies. Wasn't it because she felt ashamed?

Some people also said that the mute wife used to stay at home, but now she has opened a store, which clearly shows that the couple has a breakup. Mr. Huo gave her several million to get rid of her and forbade her to make trouble with Fan Wenxin.

Some people also said that Secretary Fan was with Mr. Huo every day and followed him on business trips. How could there be no problems? Even when attending banquets, Secretary Fan's outfit was more expensive than Mrs. Huo's.

The two had been in love for a long time, Ling Zhao was just a cover, Huo Yixiu divorced because of his bad reputation. Fan Wenxin was seriously ill this time, Huo Yixiu felt sorry for her, so he took care of her at home and kicked out his annoying and useless mute wife.

Mrs. Xu looked at Ling Zhao with sympathy in her eyes, handed her the small hammer, and placed a hickory nut on the table for her to knock.

"Don't listen to their nonsense. Mr. Huo loves you so much, you are not staying in the hotel, right?"

Ling Zhao looked at the round pecan nuts, picked and chose among the broken shells, and spelled out a few words on the table: hotel.

Mrs. Xu tilted her head, glanced at it, and sighed.

She herself has confirmed it, so the rumors outside are true.

At this time, several ladies found excuses to leave one by one. The way they looked at Ling Zhao was no longer as peaceful as before, but with contempt and disdain, the contempt that people from a superior position showed towards those below them.

In their eyes, the reason why Ling Zhao was able to sit with them was because of Huo Yixiu.

But she was just an abandoned woman, and the person who really controlled Huo Yixiu was Secretary Fan, so there was no need for them to waste time here.

It's cheap to sit with a useless mute.

People in this circle are so realistic.

Ling Zhao looked at the empty chair. The tea on the table was still steaming.

She smiled calmly and looked at Mrs. Xu who was still sitting and listening to the opera.

Mrs. Xu took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Mrs. Huo, this show is boring. Let's end it."