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

We didn’t even have a wedding at the beginning, it’s just a wedding anniversary, is it necessary to be so particular about it?

Huo Yixiu was working hard for his career and was so busy that he would return in a hurry after being away for less than half a day. After working all night, he would rush to Huaicheng to pick her up, going back and forth all the time.

The more Mrs. Huo loves her son, the more dissatisfied she is with Ling Zhao.

"After two days of going out to play, why do you still look so gloomy? Are you unhappy that Yi Xiu didn't accompany you? Do you dare to lose your temper with him?"

Mother Huo's voice was sharp and harsh, and her eyes were aggressive.

Ling Zhao had his eyelids drooped and his hands hung at his sides, without any expression.

In her previous life, Ling Zhao was very afraid of Mother Huo. Whenever she glared at her, she would feel that she had done something wrong.

But it will never happen again, she won't accept it.

Mother Huo didn't expect Ling Zhao to say anything. She was used to scolding people, even at school. She turned around and looked at Huo Yixiu, whose face looked much better. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly, "What's wrong with your clothes?"

Ling Zhao subconsciously glanced at Huo Yixiu's collar. The light in the car was not good, and now he could see that his white shirt was stained with a large patch of burnt yellow, which was half-dried and stuck to his skin.

Huo Yixiu didn't look down, he just brushed it off, felt it was wet and sticky, frowned and wiped it on his trouser leg.

"I was bumped into."

His suitcase had been delivered to the villa long ago and was standing next to the stairs, along with Ling Zhao's.

Scratched badly.

No wonder Huo's mother misunderstood that she was angry with Huo Yixiu.

Ling Zhao looked at her suitcase, wondering how it was delivered back, and then Mother Huo called her.

"Come and correct all these homework books."

Mrs. Huo complained that outsiders did not clean the house well, so Ling Zhao did the housework and prepared three meals a day. In front of outsiders, Ling Zhao was Mrs. Huo, and at home she was just a nanny.

Huo's mother is also committed to developing various uses for her daughter-in-law, such as asking her to correct students' homework since she has nothing to do anyway.

During the two days when Ling Zhao was away, Mother Huo was blinded by the pile of ink and lead words.

After giving her instructions, Mrs. Huo stood up, took off her glasses, and went upstairs.

Rub the back of your neck while walking.

Huo Yixiu walked to the stairs, picking up the suitcases on the left and right. He turned around and saw Ling Zhao sitting in the place where Huo's mother had just sat, holding a pen.

It seems that he has become honest.

Huo Yixiu said to her: "Go back to your room."

Mother Huo stood on the corner platform and looked at him: "You think she is not annoying enough. She has nothing to do during the day, so what's wrong with her going to bed late?"

Huo Yixiu said: "My dirty clothes from the past two days are all in this box."

Mother Huo said nothing more.

Huo Yixiu took the suitcases back to the room, but when he came out of the shower, the two suitcases were still in the same state as when he brought them in.

The man opened the door, walked through the corridor, and found that the lights were still on in the living room downstairs.

He leaned against the guardrail and looked down. Ling Zhao was lying on the sofa with her homework book covering her face.

Probably fell asleep.

The man frowned and walked down the stairs one step at a time in his slippers.

She didn't even notice him approaching, her chest rising and falling steadily.

Huo Yixiu picked up the homework book that was covering her face.

She wrote on it in red pen: I don't love him anymore.

Huo Yixiu raised his eyebrows, glanced at the sleeping woman, and bent down to wake her up.

Ling Zhao raised his eyelids and saw a calm face in front of him.

Huo Yixiu shook his homework book and said calmly, "How dare you, a person who can make mistakes even when grading standard answers, to grade homework when drunk and lead students astray?"

Ling Zhao sat up.

What does it mean to go astray? Isn't this what she is doing?

Ling Zhao didn't want to listen to Mother Huo and continue to be her slave, he simply didn't want to face Huo Yixiu.

But she wondered how the suitcase got back.

She asked him using sign language. Huo Yixiu put down his homework book. Ling Zhao's hand happened to come to him. He took it and pulled her upstairs.

Ling Zhao was not as strong as him, so he was dragged back to the bedroom.

In the room opposite, Mrs. Huo was doing a steam massage, with light leaking from under the door.

Huo Yixiu locked the door and pushed Ling Zhao into the bathroom.

"Wash it clean." He did it himself, holding the shower head in one hand and taking off Ling Zhao's clothes with the other.

The smell on her body was too mixed, dust, sweat, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol from the bar.

Huo Yixiu had tolerated her all along, but she had no idea what was going on and dared to tease him despite her worldly appearance.

After taking off her clothes, Ling Zhao was fair and tender, with water droplets hanging on her skin, like a peeled lychee, sweet as honey and crystal clear.

Huo Yixiu threw the shower head on the ground, turned her over and pressed her against the tile wall.

"Don't you like playing poker?" His voice was hoarse. Ling Zhao couldn't make a sound. He took his blows again and again with a rich expression on his face.

The showerhead was lying on the ground, and thin streams of water were spraying upward onto their legs. Ling Zhao's hair was wet, with water droplets hanging on her eyelashes. The wisteria wall tiles were swaying in front of her eyes, as if alive, wrapping around her whole body.

It was a long time before Huo Yixiu gave up.

He cleaned them both up and carried her back to bed.

Ling Zhao was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Huo Yixiu unlocked the door and went to sleep in the next room.

After marriage, they have been living together like this and are not used to sleeping in the same bed.

The next day, Ling Zhao did not get up to make breakfast, but there were several breakfast items on the table, including steamed buns, crystal shrimp dumplings, rice rolls, typhoon shelter shrimps, and scallop and pork rib congee, all packed in disposable boxes.

There were also two cups of Starbucks coffee next to it.

Both Huo's mother and Huo Yixiu were sitting down to eat breakfast. When Ling Zhao opened the chair, Huo's mother looked up at her and said, "You're getting up so late. You're getting lazier and lazier."

Ling Zhao sat down quietly and picked up the pork rib porridge to drink.

After finishing a steamed dumpling, Huo's mother wiped her mouth with a tissue, and with her other hand picked up the soy sauce packet and poured it on the rice rolls.

"Yi Xiu is still in the rising stage of his career. It is not suitable to raise a child at this time. Don't keep pestering Yi Xiu."

Ling Zhao paused.

In her previous life, Huo's mother urged her to have sex with Huo Yixiu more often and have children sooner. Huo Yixiu's family was stable and he made a good impression in front of the big boss.

What changed now? What changed Mother Huo's mind?

While she was stunned, Fan Wenxin came out of the kitchen and placed some heated milk in front of Mrs. Huo.

Fan Wenxin had been to the Huo family when she was in college, and she became Huo Yixiu's secretary, so she came to the Huo family more frequently. She was very good at pleasing the elders, and Huo's mother liked her very much, treating her as one of her own, and asked her to relax at home and not apply the company's rules of superiors and subordinates to her at home.

Fan Wenxin followed Mrs. Huo's wishes and called her aunt in front of her, and did not call Ling Zhao "Madam".

She looked at Ling Zhao and said with a smile, "Zhao Zhao looks very well. Going out for a trip is good for your health." She turned to look at Mrs. Huo, "Aunt Huo, we should hire a nanny. Zhao Zhao can go out for a trip and there will be a nanny at home to take care of him. It won't affect us both."

Mother Huo looked at Ling Zhao with a cold expression: "I am old and still working. Young people don't want to make money but just want to enjoy themselves. They don't understand that their husbands work hard at all."

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and put down the porcelain spoon.

[I think what Secretary Fan said is right. We should hire a nanny. Huo Yixiu's status has risen. When his friends come to visit his home, they see his wife serving tea and mopping the floor. He is not considerate of his wife at all. It's not good to hear gossip outside.]

Ling Zhao didn't tolerate Fan Wenxin's pretense and simply referred to her as Secretary Fan.

In this house, the well-behaved and sensible Ling Zhao has died, and now he is reborn, Ling.Niu Hulu.Zhao!

Mother Huo was surprised and stared at Ling Zhao.

Ling Zhao pretended not to notice her anger, grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth, and got up to go to the living room.

The atmosphere is bad.

Huo Yixiu frowned slightly, thinking about something. Fan Wenxin adjusted the atmosphere, smiled, and said, "Zhao Zhao is right. She just doesn't know how to express her meaning... Auntie, come to think of it, I also have something I want to discuss with you today."