Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

"Address." The voice on the phone was calm and calm.

"Ah?" An Rou obviously didn't react, the two-word sentence was so short, yet he spoke so fast.

"I ask where you are now?" The impatient voice on the phone visibly raised several decibels.

"Oh," An Rou came back to her senses, and hurriedly reported: "The snack street diagonally opposite the training center."

"Okay, I got it, just wait there and don't take him around." After saying this, she hung up the phone without waiting for An Rou to reply.

When did she take Tong Zixuan away?How does this man talk?

As soon as he put his phone into his bag, his sleeve was pulled. He lowered his eyes and saw Tong Zixuan, who was full of black mouth, looking at her pitifully: "Mr. An, what did my dad tell you?"

"He told us to wait here, and he will come to pick you up right away." An Rou told the truth.

"Ah, he's coming over?" Guo Zixuan's beautiful facial features immediately wrinkled together.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" An Rou gently rubbed Tong Zixuan's head with her hand: "Don't you want to see Dad?"

"No," Tong Zixuan shook his head, "I just——I still really want to eat hot chicken offal."

"..." An Rou didn't know what to say, so she quickly pulled out the money and bought him a skewer of hot chicken offal and handed it to him.

"Ah, it's so spicy!" Lele took a bite of chicken offal, and then stuck out her tongue: "Why is it so spicy? And it's still numb."

Seeing his cute appearance, An Rou couldn't help laughing: "Ma La Tang, of course it's both spicy and spicy, wait, I'll go buy you a bottle of water."

Lele nodded, An Rou asked him to stand there, while she quickly walked towards a small store next to it, which was the only store in this alley.

When she came back from buying water, she slowed down near the Mala Tang stall.

Tong Zixuan was still standing there with his small schoolbag on his back, and he was still holding the spicy skewers that he ate.

However, there was a man standing next to him, with a white shirt, a maroon amoeba tie, a pigeon about 1.8 meters tall, slender legs and straight trousers, standing there motionless, like a man on a runway. The model is average.

Such a male god suddenly appeared in the narrow alley, everyone around was attracted, and everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on him.

But he took it calmly, chose to ignore everyone's attention, his face was cold, and he didn't know what he just said about the little guy, at this time Tong Zixuan's face was unhappy.

Seeing An Rou approaching, Tong Zixuan immediately waved to her as if he had seen a savior, and shouted, "Teacher An."

An Rou is working on the manuscript, thinking about how to explain to Tong Zixuan's father that Tong Zixuan is with her. After all, as a university teaching assistant, she has never dealt with parents, especially the parents of children, and she is still so young parents.

However, Tong Zixuan's voice interrupted the draft before it was finished. Immediately afterwards, the man with a tall and straight figure also looked over here.

Facing those dark and deep eyes, a familiar feeling immediately flooded An Rou's heart, and she was startled instinctively.

She didn't expect that the father Tong Zixuan was talking about was actually the man she stepped on in the coffee shop a few days ago. Although she only met this man once, she still recognized him in the end.

"Mr. An, have you bought water?" Lele came over to take the mineral water in her hand, and then handed the chicken offal to An Rou: "Here, Teacher An, your hot chicken offal."

Her hot chicken offal?An Rou took the string of offal that Tong Zixuan ate, and there was glistening saliva on it where he had bitten.

Looking down, seeing Tong Zixuan blinking at her, she immediately understood that she probably lied to her father just now.

"Thank you, Lele," An Rou picked up the chicken offal and put it to her mouth, and took a bite right where Lele had bitten, eating naturally.

This was the first time she had eaten food that others had eaten, and there was obvious saliva on the food, but she didn't feel sick at all.

"Look, Dad, I didn't lie to you, it's really not the offal I bought, it's Teacher An's," Lele said to Tong Zhenyu immediately.

After Lele finished speaking, she remembered that she hadn't introduced her to her father and An Rou, so she hurriedly said to An Ju, "Mr. An, this is my father."

An Rou looked at the man who was a step away from her. She was tall and she looked like she was on his shoulder. Even if the man didn't speak, he exuded a strong and cold aura.

After introducing An Rou to her father, Lele raised her head and said to Tong Zhen, "Dad, this is Teacher An, the art teacher in the training center."

Tong Zhensheng looked up at An Rou. He didn't expect to see her again so soon, and she was actually his son's teacher.

Tong Zhensheng's wheat-colored skin and dark eyes were as deep as a pool of water. Looking at An Rou quietly at this moment, she felt an inexplicable sense of pressure in an instant.

But she still withstood the strong pressure, nodded to him and said hello: "Hello."

"Okay." Tong Zhensheng also nodded, and said a good word lightly.

"Mr. An, my father said that he can drive you for a ride." Lele shouted happily from the side: "It's not easy to stop the car during rush hour."

"No, I'll live in the urban area, and I'll be there in five subway stops," An Rou was a sensible person, and immediately declined Lele's offer.

"It shouldn't be so easy to squeeze into the subway at the moment. Anyway, I'm going along the way, so I'll take you a ride."

Tong Zhensheng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke out, but An Rou was a bit taken aback by his deep and mellow voice. She stared at him blankly and forgot to refuse for a moment.

And Tong Zhensheng said to Lele beside him: "Why don't you hurry up and invite your teacher over? Wait for me to do it for you?"

Lele immediately ran forward in two steps, and took An Rou's hand naturally: "Let's go, Teacher An, let's take my dad's car home together."

An Rou glanced at Tong Zhensheng, since he said so, it would be a bit hypocritical for her to refuse.

So, Tong Zixuan was allowed to hold Zijun's hand, and the two followed Tong Zhensheng and walked towards the side of the road outside.

Tong Zhensheng's car was parked on the side of the road, a black Rolls Royce, which looked as calm as others.

An Rou and Lele sat side by side in the back seat, Lele looked at the skewer of chicken offal in her hand and couldn't help reminding: "Mr. An, you haven't finished eating the chicken offal yet."

An Rou lowered her head, looked at the chicken giblets in her hand, thought of the expression he had drooling at the mala tang stand before, and then looked at the man driving quietly in front, the cold expression on his face made it difficult to approach.

Guess, this little guy is not that close to his father, otherwise why would he lie and say that it belongs to her?