Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Lele was carrying a small schoolbag, holding the painting she drew in her hand, and was returning to Tong's courtyard in Chunshui'an in Grandpa Luo's car.

Ever since the second uncle and the second aunt went to London, the Tong's compound has become more and more deserted. In broad daylight, at noon, grandma is probably at home alone, right?

As soon as the car stopped at the gate of the courtyard, Lele opened the door and jumped out of the car. The old driver of Tong's family, Lin Jianwen, was so frightened that he kept telling him: "Master Lele, run slowly, don't fall into the water. gone."

"No!" Lele replied without turning her head, and she had already run across the wooden trestle bridge leading to the yard from the entrance of the yard.

When I came to the door, I quickly took off my sneakers and put on Snoopy's sandals. When I entered the door, I saw washed fruit on the tea table. I grabbed an apple and ran upstairs.

"Stop!" A cold voice sounded slightly dissatisfied.

Xiao Lele's footsteps stagnated instinctively, and finally she turned around reluctantly, looked at the man sitting on the sofa, and called softly: "Daddy, are you home?"

In Lele's impression, his father was a busy man, and it was difficult to see him at home during the day. Unexpectedly, this Saturday, Daddy was actually at home. This is really a rare event.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Tong Zhensheng was sitting there. The two wind buttons on the top of the off-white shirt were unbuttoned, and he was not wearing a tie. He could vaguely see the clear texture of the wheat-colored skin inside.

On weekdays, the big president who couldn't find anyone when he was looking for him suddenly appeared at home in broad daylight, which made Xiao Lele feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Seeing his son standing far away from him, Tong Zhensheng obviously had no intention of coming over, his brows were slightly frowned, and he suddenly saw a piece of paper in his hand.

"What's in your hand? Take it here and let me have a look." Tong Zhensheng shouted in a deep voice.

It was too late for Xiao Lele to hide, but she still stood there stubbornly and did not go over.

Since the second uncle and the second aunt went to London, he usually dominates the family. Anyway, grandma always spoils him no matter what.

However, now that Tong Zhensheng, a tiger in human skin, came back, Lele naturally lost morale, seeing that Tong Zhensheng had already arrived.I can only bite the bullet and say: "This is the painting I drew in the painting class today."

"Painting class?" Tong Zhensheng frowned: "Didn't you apply for the vocal class? When did painting also belong to vocal music?"

"I..." Before Lele could figure out how to explain how she ran from the vocal class to the painting class, Tong Zhensheng's voice came again.

"Also, what are you painting?" Tong Zhensheng shook the painting brought back by Lele in his hand, and his face immediately became gloomy: "You fought with your classmates again today."

Lele stood there with her mouth tightly shut, and didn't choose to answer Tong Zhensheng's question. The father and son stood in the living room in a deadlocked confrontation.

Mrs. Tong Wan Shufen, who came back from the square dance for a long time, came in, and what she saw was this scene of big and small tigers glaring at each other.

"Grandma Grandma!" Lele immediately shouted aggrievedly, turned around and ran towards the old lady, and threw herself into the old lady's arms.

"Lele, what's the matter with you?" The old lady quickly hugged the great-grandson in her arms, and stared at Tong Zhensheng fiercely when she raised her head.

"Zhensheng, how on earth did you become a father? How many times have I told you, don't attack him at every turn? You always don't listen."

"Also, how have you father and son been living in Singapore these past few years? Could it be that you are just killing him when you are free all day long?"

Tong Zhensheng is 33 years old, and now he is still being scolded by the old lady in front of his son. Naturally, he can't hold back his face, so he glanced at Lele sideways: "Why are you still standing there? Aren't you going up?"

As if being pardoned, Lele immediately got out of the old lady's arms, holding the painting tightly in her hands, spread her legs, turned around and ran up the stairs. In an instant, there was no sign of him in the stairwell .

When Lele went upstairs, Tong Zhensheng reached out to pick up the suit on the armrest of the sofa and turned to leave, but was stopped by the old lady again.

"By the way, Zhensheng, what about the thing I told you the day before yesterday? The girl is very nice, and I don't mind if you have a child..."

"When Weng Fan married Yang Zhenning, they didn't mind that he had a grandson." Tong Zhensheng retorted the old lady's words very harshly.

The old lady didn't like to hear these words: "Zhensheng, what do you mean? Are you going to learn from Yang Zhenning and wait until you are 82 years old to find a 28-year-old to marry?"

"..." Tong Zhensheng was speechless, what he disliked the most was discussing such commonplace issues with the old lady.

Marriage is a matter of fate. If the fate has not arrived, is it urgent to use it?

But his silence was mistaken by the old lady for acquiescence, and she immediately raised her voice and shouted: "Zhensheng, let me tell you, you can learn anything from Yang Zhenning, except you can't learn from him who married at the age of 82 and married at the age of 28." woman."

Tong Zhensheng couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, and couldn't help but said: "Grandma, Yang Zhenning is 82 years old and this is the second marriage, and the first marriage is quite early."

"It's almost the second time for you. If you haven't been with a woman for the first time, who gave birth to this Lele for you?" Mrs. Tong gave him a white look: "The difference between you and the women outside is that A marriage certificate? You think I don't know?"

"..." This time, it was Tong Zhensheng's turn to be completely speechless. He could hardly keep up with the logic of the old lady's thinking.

"Okay, that's it. Next Saturday, Grandma Luo's grandniece will come back from the United States. When you arrive..."

"Grandma!" Tong Zhensheng stopped the old lady without waiting for her to finish speaking. This was the most troublesome thing for him.

He used to be in Singapore, far away from the old lady, and Tong Zhenyu was in Bincheng, so the old lady didn't pay much attention to his marriage.

Now, he has returned to Bincheng, but Tong Zhenyu has gone to London, so the old lady's eyes are fixed on him all day long.

"You still know that I'm your grandma?" Wan Shufen yelled at him angrily, but her whole expression turned sad in an instant.

"Zhensheng, tell me about you, why don't you listen? How much do I worry about you? Lele grows up day by day, why don't you hurry up and find a mother for him?"

"A child without a mother is like a grass root, you can sing such a song," the old lady sighed when she said this: "Do you want Lele to grow up in a motherless environment?"

"Grandma, isn't Dad's matter more urgent than mine?" Tong Zhensheng reminded the old lady lightly that he is still a child without a mother.