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

Yu Yang's cousin was 28 years old. She was not as delicate as Yu Yang, but taller and with a bigger frame. However, they had one thing in common: their eyebrows were both thick and dark without any brows.

My cousin is Zhao Jingjing. She graduated from a low-class university with a poor major and no future. She didn't get promoted after working for several years, so she quit her job to take the maternity nanny certification exam and joined the domestic service industry.

My cousin is very calm and confident. She doesn't think it's shameful for an undergraduate to work as a confinement nanny. A good confinement nanny earns more than a white-collar worker. They all work for big bosses, so it doesn't matter who you work for.

Ling Zhao asked a few questions and Yu Yang translated them. It was finished in less than half an hour.

My cousin had other things to do, so she left first. Yu Yang's boss came down to check on her, and her colleague called to tip her off, urging her to go back quickly.

Soon Ling Zhao was the only one left.

She sat on the bench, drinking milk tea absentmindedly.

My cousin said that the competition in the workplace is very fierce and there is a serious internal competition. Not to mention undergraduates, many masters and even PhDs have taken off their long gowns to work as blue-collar workers.

So what difference does it make if she, a rich lady, divorces and leaves the wealthy family and stays away from the circle of wealth?

Ling Zhao went back just when it was almost time for dinner.

When I entered the room, Mrs. Huo was in the room.

The table was empty, without a single dish.

Mother Huo sat sideways at the dining table, with her arm resting on the table facing one side. She looked at Ling Zhao with an especially sharp look, as stern and intimidating as when the Dean of Academic Affairs was disciplining a boy who had gotten into trouble.

"How's your nanny interview going? You're busier than us. Tell me, how many did you interview?"

Ling Zhao gestured: [One.]

After a pause, she reacted and turned around and walked around the room again.

Huo Yixiu is back too?

At this time, Huo Yixiu came down the stairs. His face was in the shadows, and it was impossible to tell what his expression was.

Mother Huo sneered and said sarcastically, "It's just one person. Why did you come back so late? If you interviewed more people, wouldn't it take several days?"

Huo Yixiu's foot stepped on the last step. He lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves. Ling Zhao noticed that his sleeves seemed a little wet, and his hands seemed damp as well.

Maybe just washed your hands.

She looked behind him again.

Huo Yixiu noticed her look and said calmly, "Mom is talking to you, why are you looking around?"

Ling Zhao was looking for Fan Wenxin, but she didn’t come with him?

Ling Zhao turned back and met Huo's mother's fiercer gaze, which showed the kind of annoyance that seemed to show that she didn't like her but couldn't do anything about her.

Ling Zhao was used to it. She was a mute anyway, so what if she didn't respond?

Mother Huo felt like she was beating cotton, but couldn't find the point of force. She rubbed her forehead and waved her other hand at her: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go make dinner? Do you want to starve your whole family to death?"

Ling Zhao drank a whole cup of milk tea and didn't feel hungry at all.

She took out her cell phone and searched for the nearest takeaway to order food.

Mother Huo's eyes widened, and she was about to slam the table with all her might.

She knew that mutes also had tempers, but Ling Zhao had been in the Huo family for more than ten years and had always been cautious and flattering, never daring to disobey her.

She tolerated it once or twice, but why is it getting more and more outrageous?

Fan Wenxin was right. She was now more like the mistress of the Huo family than before and she was very good at putting on airs!

Just as Mrs. Huo was about to lose her temper, her cell phone rang. It was a call from a student's parent.

She is in a key high school, and some of her parents have unusual backgrounds.

She went outside with her cell phone to answer a call, which lasted for half an hour.

The takeaway was delivered in more than half an hour. Ling Zhao received a call and went to the community gate to pick it up. When passing by the small garden, he saw that Huo's mother had turned on the video, probably explaining a question to the students.

When she came back with the takeaway, Mrs. Huo had already ended the call and was in the restaurant.

Her face looked even worse.

Ling Zhao guessed that what made Huo's mother angry was not that the student was stupid, but that he was being treated like a private tutor by those parents.

Huo's mother was reported for giving extra lessons that year and was criticized throughout the entire school district. This matter has always been a pain point for her.

Ling Zhao quietly took out the dishes from the takeaway bag, along with the cutlery, and placed them directly on the table. Mother Huo stared at them for several seconds before finally exploding.

"Why, is your hand rotten?"

Plates and cups are also a symbol of quality of life. They are pre-prepared dishes, and with disposable lunch boxes, how can you have an appetite to eat them?

Even when the Huo family was in the most difficult times, she had never been so foolish.

Ling Zhao lowered his eyebrows and continued to open the lid of the box. The corners of Huo's mother's eyes twitched. At this time, Huo Yixiu picked up the chopsticks and took a big mouthful of rice with the fried water spinach.

Mrs. Huo glared at him fiercely, but Ling Zhao was curious.

Huo Yixiu was a bit picky about food, he didn't eat garlic. When he fried water spinach, Ling Zhao had to pick out the minced garlic before he would eat it.

Ling Zhao was in a daze. The man glanced at her calmly and said, "You haven't eaten yet, so it seems you're not hungry. If you're not hungry, go wash the clothes. They've been piling up for days."

Ling Zhao turned around and went upstairs.

When I reached the middle of the stairs, I could vaguely hear Mother Huo complaining angrily: "...She is getting more and more outrageous. When I have time, I will give her a good lesson and tighten her screws."

Ling Zhao opened the bedroom door and went in.

The suitcase was opened, the toiletries inside were still there, but the clothes were gone.

I walked into the bathroom, where men's and women's clothes were mixed together in a basket. In a plastic basin next to it, men's and women's underwear were soaked in water.

Ling Zhao thought of Huo Yixiu's wet sleeves. It seemed that he was the one who was washing clothes before.

Huo Yixiu was not a spoiled young man. When he was in school, he washed all his clothes by himself. It was said that his classmates teased him at that time, saying that he would definitely be a good husband in the future.

Ling Zhao curled his lips in disdain.

It's all an illusion.

When Huo Yixiu was at home, she washed all his clothes. She washed his socks and underwear for as many years as she was at the Huo family.

There is a sun room on the top floor of the villa, which is also the Huo family’s laundry room.

Ling Zhao took the dirty clothes basket and stuffed all the clothes into the washing machine, and washed the underwear in another small washing machine.

Mrs. Huo came up for some reason and saw her stuffing underwear into the washing machine and scolded her for being more and more lazy.

Ling Zhao held the wet panties in his hand, which felt slippery.

She knew what was on her panties, and when she saw Mother Huo, she hid her hands behind her back.

Mrs. Huo was an experienced person. She didn't say anything when she saw it, but her face looked unhappy.

"After I finished washing the clothes, I went to correct the homework."

Don't scold her anymore, find other ways to deal with her.

The breeze blows on my face and the moon rises above the treetops.

It was a long time before Ling Zhao returned to the bedroom. Huo Yixiu was in her room.

Ling Zhao was tired, his eyes were unfocused, he glanced at him and met his mysterious gaze.

As if she sensed danger, Ling Zhao's scalp tightened and her eyes immediately focused. She looked away and walked to the bedside table to return the car keys to him.

Huo Yixiu stared at the key and didn't take it. Instead, he took two steps towards her, with the tip of his shoes touching hers.

Ling Zhao's calves were against the edge of the bed, and he felt anxious.

It's just that he drove away his car, is it that serious?

Fan Wenxin must be very happy to be alone with him. Isn't that what she wants? She wished she could disappear as soon as possible. Why didn't she coax him?

Huo Yixiu pinched her chin and raised her head: "Ling Zhao, I find that you are very brave..."

Ling Zhao frowned slightly, and Huo Yixiu suddenly lowered his body. In order to avoid him, she had to lean back.

The more she pressed back, the more he leaned forward.

Ling Zhao's waist was about to break, and Huo Yixiu finally stopped attacking and kept the angle unchanged.