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

The opponents will make a big fuss about this matter and discredit Huo Yixiu by focusing on his personal morality and character.

How Huo Yixiu gained the favor of senior management by using the image of a couple will determine what kind of backlash he will suffer in the future.

Qiao Jingze reminded Fan Wenxin: "Yi Xiu's mood should not be very good during this period."

He didn't see the smile disappearing from Fan Wenxin's face.

Huo Yixiu did not return to Ziqing Garden. Huo's mother asked him to come back for dinner several times, but he left as soon as he came, or said he had to socialize with clients.

Fan Wenxin was actually feeling uneasy.

Did he know that the news had spread and that it had something to do with her? Was he angry with her?

She was happy again. If Huo Yixiu was angry about this, he would not punish her or say a harsh word to her, and would silently bear the gossip of others.

She said: "With me here, no one else can snatch his orders. The government's support will continue. Junhai Technology will not be affected in any way."

After ending the call, she put down the half-eaten cake and called Zhang Ma: "Mr. Huo hasn't come back for dinner for several days. Teach me to cook two dishes and I'll send them to him."

……

Qinghe Road shop.

Yu Yang sat on a pile of building materials, her eyes red from crying.

"Such a big thing happened, and you didn't tell me anything. I thought he gave you this shop to kill time. I didn't expect he didn't want to see you! This pair of bastards!"

Yu Yang gritted her teeth and thought that just cursing was not enough to vent her anger, so she jumped up and said, "Let's go to Ziqing Garden!"

She wanted to take a broom and kick that woman out!

Ling Zhao hurriedly held her back and shook his head: [I moved out by myself. I think it's good to live outside. Someone cleans the room, I don't have to cook, and the hotel has everything I want to eat. Also, I don't have to face Teacher Du, who has been very scary lately.]

She imitated Huo's mother's fighting cocks, and Yu Yang was amused by her, and his laughter was extremely ugly.

"You can still laugh!" Yu Yang scolded her and felt even more sorry for Ling Zhao.

Even after being bullied like this, I still have to regulate my emotions and make myself happy.

Despite all the abuse she endured in the Huo family, she did not suffer from depression or breast nodules. This was completely due to her good temper that came from enduring all the abuse.

"Ah..." Yu Yang sighed and touched Ling Zhao's hair, "If your parents knew that you would suffer so much bullying after marrying into the Huo family, they would be so distressed."

Ling Zhao pursed his lips, his body trembled slightly, and he avoided Yu Yang's hand.

Her parents had abandoned her a long time ago.

For a long time, the outside world believed that Ling Zhao was an orphan without a father or a mother, and her childhood experiences had long been buried.

Ling Zhao smiled uncomfortably.

She lowered her head, but in fact she was more afraid that Yu Yang would run to Ziqing Garden and scold Fan Wenxin.

That's Huo Yixiu's favorite!

Ling Zhao in turn comforted Yu Yang for a while, telling her to focus on her work and not to ask for leave for her anymore.

After Yu Yang left, Ling Zhao stared blankly at the huge store for a while. When it was getting dark, Jiang Shang drove over.

"Madam, Mr. Huo is in the hotel, why haven't you gone back yet?"

Ling Zhao looked up at him, his expression cold: [He didn't go back to Ziqing Garden? ]

Jiang Shang shook his head: "Hasn't Mr. Huo always stayed in the hotel with you? Madam, let's go back..." He wanted to say go home, but was afraid that Ling Zhao would think of Ziqing Garden, so he immediately changed his words, "Let's go back to the hotel. I'll take you back."

Ling Zhao didn't say anything and got into the car silently.

When we arrived at the hotel, Huo Yizheng was working. He was wearing a pair of blue light blocking glasses. He looked gentle and had the majestic aura of a superior.

Jiang Shang sent the person there and left. Ling Zhao actually didn't want to face Huo Yixiu at all.

The rumors outside were getting more and more intense. Mrs. Xu never asked her out to watch opera or have tea again, and no other ladies came to her for shopping.

I heard that some people are betting on when this dumb phoenix will turn back into a little sparrow.

Ling Zhao was also waiting.

Huo Yixiu glanced at her and took off his glasses: "Why are you standing so far away? Come here."

Ling Zhao walked over and asked calmly, "Have you had dinner?"

Huo Yixiu snorted, pressed his nose with two fingers, and said indifferently: "You still care whether I have eaten dinner?"

Ling Zhao pursed his lips.

The man couldn't get angry or laugh seeing how quiet she was.

He called the hotel's internal line and asked someone to bring up dinner.

After a while, the waiter came with a cart, serving a simple Chinese dinner with three dishes and a soup.

The two of them ate face to face, no one spoke, as if nothing had happened.

Ling Zhao looked up at him and suddenly felt curious. Wasn't he worried about Fan Wenxin?

Although many people say that Fan Wenxin has made great contributions to Huo Yixiu's empire, she has destroyed other people's families, and this crime cannot be washed away.

Although those wives looked down on Ling Zhao, the original wives hated mistresses the most and had nothing good to say about Fan Wenxin.

When those unpleasant words reached Fan Wenxin's ears, wasn't Huo Yixiu worried that she would cry out of grievance?

Huo Yixiu picked up a piece of lettuce with chopsticks and looked up at her: "Why are you looking at me? If the food is not delicious, just cook it yourself. There are vegetables in the refrigerator."

Ling Zhao curled her lips. She wasn’t picky about food.

She picked up river shrimps and ate them one at a time. When she spit them out, the shells were still intact.

Ling Zhao is not picky about food, but Huo Yixiu is.

Although the hotel chef is very skilled, it is difficult to satisfy someone's special taste. Huo Yixiu glanced at Ling Zhao and said, "Go make some minced meat and egg custard."

He missed the delicious taste of rice with egg custard.

It’s not that the hotel chefs can’t make it, it’s just that the seasonings they use are wrong and they can’t produce that sweet and tender tofu-like taste.

Neither Aunt Zhang nor Cousin Yu Yang can make that taste.

Ling Zhao chewed shrimp meat and sat as still as a big bell.

The man said coldly: "I have let Yu Yang go today, right?"

Ling Zhao's muscles tightened. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and walked quietly to the kitchen.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Ling Zhao paused and went to open the door.

The hotel’s dishes have all been served, could it be Jiang Shang?

She opened the door and saw Fan Wenxin standing by the door. When she was stunned, Fan Wenxin spoke first: "Zhao Zhao, I learned two dishes from Aunt Zhang and I want Yixiu to taste them."

He smiled at her and walked straight inside, passing Ling Zhao.

That posture was different from any time before.

In the past, she would just pretend to call her Mrs. Huo, and would never call her "Yixiu" in such an intimate way in front of her.

But now, I don’t even want to pretend.

It seemed that she didn't feel wronged at all when being called a vixen by those ladies.

Ling Zhao hesitated whether to go out and leave the space for the two of them, or go back to see what delicious dishes she had learned.

You have to know that when Fan's mother came to Huo's house, she kept saying that Fan Wenxin couldn't do anything and had never done housework, but she even made the soup by herself.

Back in the restaurant, Fan Wenxin was taking the food out of the thermal box.

"Mother Zhang said that soup is the easiest to learn. Just put the ingredients into the soup pot and the original flavor of the food is the best."

Pigeon soup, a whole pigeon soaked in a porcelain bowl with two red dates floating on top.

Another dish is fried celery with lily. The celery is emerald green and the lily is as white as jade.

For the first time, Ling Zhao saw what a virtuous smile looked like.

Not only virtuous, but also confident.

That kind of confidence is the confidence that even if the food is not tasty, her lover will finish all the food.

A long time ago, when Ling Zhao was learning to cook, he placed the dish on the table tremblingly, waiting for Huo Yixiu to take a bite and waiting to hear his comments.

It seems as if time has gone wrong between that time and today, placing both states in the same time and space.

Ling Zhao stared at Huo Yixiu drinking his soup slowly.

He didn't say anything, just drank slowly, without frowning or spitting out.