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

Mrs. He's nephew's problem was not resolved yet, so she held her breath and stood a little further away from Mrs. Huo.

Fan Wenxin looked around, paused, and said to Mrs. He with a smile, "Mrs. He, where did you hear the good news that Aunt Huo will soon take over as the Dean of Studies?"

"That's what happened, but it hasn't been made public after all. Everyone knows that Aunt Huo is used to being a teacher, and she is low-key and pragmatic. If she has the opportunity to teach Mrs. He's nephew, she will definitely pay more attention and take care of him."

She paused halfway through her speech, then turned to Mrs. Huo and said, "Aunt, you too, being promoted to Dean of Studies is a good thing, all it takes is a piece of paperwork. Mr. He's family has good genes, so it's a sure thing that his nephew will be admitted to Tianheng, so please don't push this good talent to other middle schools."

She winked at Mrs. Huo, indicating that she should agree.

Huo's mother trusted her, and the psychological trauma from her early years was not as severe.

She glanced at Mrs. He and was about to speak when Ling Zhao's cell phone rang.

Everyone else looked over, disliking her for trying to show off at a critical moment. Ling Zhao innocently raised her phone, which showed Huo Yixiu's phone number.

Everyone was at a loss for words. They pouted their lips. Mother Huo reprimanded Ling Zhao, "It's Yixiu's call. Why don't you answer it?"

Ling Zhao walked aside to answer the phone. When he came back, the ladies were all smiling and talking about the good cards they had just played on the table.

It seems that no one has ever mentioned the incident involving Mrs. He's nephew.

Ling Zhao glanced at Fan Wenxin who was smiling gently, and walked to the side of Huo's mother.

Mrs. Huo was talking to Mrs. Min, and their conversation was as friendly and familiar as that of old sisters.

When Ling Zhao saw this situation, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Mrs. Huo should have agreed to what Mrs. He asked.

She shook her head slightly, her brows drooping.

When Mrs. Huo turned around and saw her like this, she scolded her angrily, "What's that face of yours? No wonder I lost the game. What did Yixiu say to you?"

Ling Zhao pointed his fingers honestly: [He said he was going to the hospital.]

"Hospital?" Mother Huo frowned. "Is he feeling unwell?"

Speaking of feeling unwell, everyone looked at Fan Wenxin. How come one of them felt unwell and the other one also felt unwell?

But Mrs. Huo is in good health and nothing is wrong with her.

Mrs. Huo was still muttering, "You are his wife, you don't care at all whether he is in good health or not. He went out last night, didn't he?"

Fan Wenxin in the crowd touched the hair hanging on her shoulders, and no one noticed her guilt and avoidance.

Except Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao returned the handbag to Huo's mother, asked the waiter to bring her coat, put it on and left.

Huo Yixiu was near the chess and card room building, and Ling Zhao went to find him according to the location he sent.

Only one street separated them, but it was raining.

Ling Zhao didn't bring an umbrella, so he reached out his hand to catch a few drops of rain.

My palms are wet and cool.

She remembered that Huo Yixiu was wearing a shirt and an expensive watch in the morning, so he should be going out. Why did he call her out now?

Fan Wenxin acted pretentiously, sometimes coming and sometimes not, making it seem like the affair was about to be exposed.

I can't stand it anymore. Do I have to confront her?

Ling Zhao followed the falling raindrops and looked up at the sky.

The dark sky is cut into pieces by tall buildings, and I don’t know where the clear sky is.

"You're still playing in the water when you have menstrual cramps." A man's voice came from the side, joking. Ling Zhao looked up. The man in a casual suit was tall and straight, and he lowered his head and looked at her with a squint.

Ling Zhao frowned, and Qin Zhan raised his eyebrows: "What's with that expression on your face? Is that how you look at your savior?"

Ling Zhao rolled his eyes at him. Who is whose savior?

She walked towards the center of the road in the rain, but was pulled back by Qin Zhan.

"Little mute." He held Ling Zhao's wrist, looked her up and down, then turned his head to look at the teahouse behind him.

This place is a hangout for the rich and famous in Nancheng District. People without a certain status can only look at the orchids through the glass from downstairs.

He smiled nonchalantly: "You're going to work on Sundays too?"

Ling Zhao glared at him. She had already explained that she was not the person he thought she was.

The rain was heavy, and the eaves were small, so the distance between them was very close. Qin Zhan leaned over and whispered in her ear: "In the underground parking lot of the Mandarin Hotel, is that you?"

Ling Zhao's face turned pale. How could he have seen that?

Qin Zhan looked at her with a half-smile in mind and was almost fooled by her serious look.

He said that the person he saw that night was her.

Ling Zhao bit his lip: [I don't know what you are talking about. ]

She denied it completely and gave him a rude gesture.

"Ling Zhao."

At some point, a car stopped by the roadside. In the car, Huo Yixiu looked at her indifferently, his dark eyes sweeping over the man in a casual suit.

Ling Zhao's scalp tensed up, not sure if it was because he was nervous or guilty, but he quickly ran into the car.

She quickly fastened her seat belt and urged Huo Yixiu to hurry up.

Huo Yixiu glanced at her and slowly drove away.

Qin Zhan put his hands in his pockets and watched the car leaving.

Tsk, the Hongqi Guoya with a special license plate.

No wonder the little mute is dressed so maturely today, did he hook up with some important person?

The man raised the corner of his lips playfully, then turned and walked into the chess and card room behind him.

……

The car drove only one street before stopping.

Ling Zhao looked at Huo Yixiu, then at the street ahead.

This is an old street that stands out from the newly built high-rise buildings around it, making it a unique existence.

There are old pharmacies, old barber shops, dry goods stores, massage and bone-setting shops, and goldsmith shops. If there are urban dramas being filmed, they all like to shoot here.

Old Master Huo's goldsmith shop was on this street. However, Huo Yixiu's grandfather did not inherit the goldsmith's craft, so his uncle from the next room took over the shop.

Ling Zhao was puzzled. Did he want her to return the wedding ring to him?

Are you here?

Just because she had worn his great-grandfather's masterpiece, he was going to melt it down to show his loyalty to Fan Wenxin?

Ling Zhao slowly turned the ring on his finger.

She wore the ring today when she went out with Mrs. Huo.

It’s not that I’m reluctant to give it back to him, it’s that I feel disgusted.

These two were having an affair and secretly showing off their affection. Are they bullying a mute like her?

Ling Zhao's ring was half pulled out, and then she put it back in. This process was repeated several times.

"Who is that man?"

Huo Yixiu had never seen Ling Zhao make such uncivilized gestures to anyone.

The Huo family raised her for many years, and although the situation was not good at that time, they did not raise her into a little gangster.

When Ling Zhao sees someone bullying her, she will just look at them pitifully with red eyes.

Her temper was just enough to act wildly on him.

Ling Zhao's fingers trembled and the ring almost fell out.

She didn't expect that Huo Yixiu actually cared about the man next to her at this time.

[I don’t know, a gangster.]

Huo Yixiu looked at her and said nothing more. He asked her to get out of the car and took her to a Chinese medicine clinic.

This is an old clinic that has been practicing medicine for four generations, specializing in gynecology.

Huo Yixiu asked a Chinese doctor to regulate her body.

The old Chinese doctor felt Ling Zhao's pulse, looked at her several times, and asked Huo Yixiu, "Xiao Huo, are you ready to have a baby?"