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

Ling Zhao's eyes felt so hot that his breathing became blocked.

A big hand suddenly grabbed her, holding her tightly and hard.

It was like pulling up a drowning person and pulling her out of the gloomy seabed.

Ling Zhao turned around.

The camera on the stage turned towards Huo Yixiu, and his face appeared on the screen.

The man sat leisurely, his long legs crossed, his cold profile looked dignified and with a faint smile on his face.

In such an occasion where many nobles gathered, he was not outdone by anyone else, and his every move and gesture revealed the elegance and grace of a nobleman.

The couple on the screen clasped their hands together and placed them on his legs.

Huo Yixiu nodded towards the camera with a smile, and Ling Zhao reacted quickly and smiled as well.

The camera flickered by, and Ling Zhao's smile fell, trying to leave his palm.

But he held it tightly and kept it on his legs, as if they were such a loving couple.

After the singing and dancing, the emcee came on stage and started the auction process.

Huo Yixiu held her hand and never let go.

"Which one do you like?" he suddenly asked, raising his chin towards lot number nine on the stage.

It was a panda ornament donated by the organizer, made of black and white pearls. It was the same size as a real panda, but cute and shiny.

The reserve price is not expensive, starting at 100,000.

The workmanship and materials are average, the artistic value is not high, and it is not very worthwhile as a collection.

It was prepared purely for the purpose of raising money through auction at this charity banquet, so few people rushed to bid.

Most of those who want to buy this kind of ornaments are stingy and don't want to spend more money, so the organizers give face to the stingy guys.

Ling Zhao nodded.

Huo Yixiu raised his eyebrows and held up the sign.

Everyone knows that Huo Yixiu is generous. Not to mention antique auctions, even charity banquets like this never bid less than one million.

It was surprising that an item was auctioned for 100,000 this time.

The beam of light fell on his face, but Huo Yixiu remained calm and still held his wife's hand.

At this moment, someone suddenly raised a sign and raised the price of the panda ornament to three hundred thousand.

The lamp post swayed over, and the man on the screen tilted his head leisurely. His unruly temperament could be felt through the screen.

Ling Zhao was stunned and wanted to turn his head, but his hand was pulled by the person next to him. Ling Zhao looked at Huo Yixiu and saw that he raised the card again.

Somehow, I felt his smile was a bit sinister.

The starting price of the ornament was one hundred thousand, but after several rounds of competition, it reached one million.

The big guys present looked back and forth at the two men raising the signs again and again. Those who didn't know would think that there was something good hidden inside the panda.

Those who were watching the fun thought that Mr. Huo was trying to please his lovely wife by driving up the price of the auction item and vowing to buy it.

Ling Zhao pursed his lips.

In the end, the panda ornament was bought by Huo Yixiu at a high price of three million.

The man put down the sign he was holding up, looking arrogant, proud, and a little disdainful.

Ling Zhao glanced at his hand which was held in his palm.

Her palms were sweaty.

Huo Yixiu let go of the bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap with his bony fingers and handed it to her: "Drink some water, you're sweating."

Ling Zhao took the bottle from him and took a few sips. He then took it and drank it with his head tilted back.

It seems natural that it should be this way.

Yes, in everyone's eyes, they are husband and wife.

My saliva is already mixed with water, so what's wrong with drinking a bottle of water?

A few rows away, a pair of eyes looked at the two of them with a half-smile, then looked away indifferently.

After a few more lots were auctioned, it was the turn of the lot donated by Huo Yixiu to go on stage.

Ling Zhao didn't know what he had sent, until he saw its true face.

It is a Tianhuang stone seal.

Top-grade Tianhuang raw stone, plus the craftsmanship of top-grade sculptors, with a starting price of one million.

It was just such a small piece of stone, but it was finally sold at a high price of 50 million by Wanliu Group.

Ling Zhao stared at the man on the screen, stunned.

She just doesn't have enough experience.

After the auction, the guests went to the banquet hall for dinner.

When Ling Zhao stood up, the man in front of her waved at her, smiling nonchalantly and unrestrainedly.

He straightened his clothes and walked out in a nonchalant manner.

Ling Zhao curled his lips, and Huo Yixiu's indifferent voice came from the side: "Are you feeling better?"

Ling Zhao glanced at him, took his arm and went to the dining hall.

Few people actually eat at such occasions. After spending millions or tens of millions for the opportunity to make connections and exchange information, who would really care about those few bites of food?

But Ling Zhao was eating sincerely.

The plate was piled high with desserts, salads, meat, seafood, and fruit; the whole thing was a hodgepodge.

If I hadn't seen her holding hands with Huo Yixiu on the big screen just now, it would have been hard to imagine that she was the wife of the newly wealthy businessman Huo Yixiu.

However, considering her identity as a mute, it didn't seem like a big deal for her to eat and drink so much.

Ling Zhao chose a quiet place to sit down.

Huo Yixiu did not go out to chat with those big guys, but stayed with her and picked up a piece of cherry meat from her plate to eat.

"Your recipe is on the sweet side, be careful of your teeth." He said this, but then pinched a piece of meat from her plate.

Ling Zhao turned his body to avoid his food and raised his chin towards the buffet, letting him get it himself.

Huo Yixiu wiped his fingers carelessly, holding the wine glass and sipping lightly: "You can't finish it, why waste it."

Ling Zhao glared at him, spread caviar on the cake, and tried a new way to eat it.

Not very sweet, but a bit fishy.

She quickly ate a piece of meat to calm herself down.

Huo Yixiu glanced at her sideways, his attitude as if he was alone, even more relaxed than when he was at the Huo family.

The man took her plate and when the waiter passed by, he handed over the entire plate.

Ling Zhao opened his eyes wide: [Why? That was my choice.]

Huo Yixiu: "They are all irritants. Do you still want your legs to heal?"

He took Ling Zhao to the dining area and chose the food himself with a tray.

Vegetables, fruits, chicken breast, and boiled quail eggs, each one eaten gracefully.

He handed her the plate: "Eat this."

Ling Zhao tilted his head to look at what the other women were eating.

Those women ate even less than she did, just a plate of salad without even any sauce.

Huo Yixiu looked at her with a smile: "You are much better than them."

"I always see that Mr. Huo loves his wife." Mr. Xu came over with his wife. When he saw Ling Zhao, he took the initiative to introduce her to his wife, "She is the wife of Mr. Huo that I told you about."

Mrs. Xu was in her forties, plump and kind-looking, but she was very critical of women. She looked Ling Zhao up and down and said, "I've seen her before. You don't need to introduce her."

There were so many banquets, it was impossible that they had not met before, but Fan Wenxin was more outstanding and could speak well. With so many people surrounding Secretary Fan, who would want to make friends with a mute?

Madam Xu glanced at Ling Zhao, then at Huo Yixiu: "Why didn't Secretary Fan come to such a big banquet? Is he dealing with your mother's affairs?"

This is really a big shot.

Ling Zhao suddenly remembered what Mr. Xu said, that his wife was talkative.

This is not just talking too much, this is low emotional intelligence and not being able to speak.

That is to say, Mr. Xu has a high status, and others flatter him, so he can only bear it. If Mr. Xu is demoted one day, many people will step on him.

Mr. Xu rubbed his forehead with a headache: "Which eye did you see it with? If it wasn't reported, it didn't happen."