Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

"Since it wasn't intentional, then you should call the police." Zijun said with indifference and alienation, "Don't you think it's fairer to let the traffic police deal with it? It saves you from always saying that so and so is blackmailing you."

Xu Ruoxi's face turned red and white again, and she was so choked that she didn't know how to answer.

But the mobile phone that had just been dropped by Apple on the ground now played a crisp and pleasant music, which was actually the song "Legend of Love".

Xu Ruoxi immediately bent down to pick up her mobile phone, but Zijun picked it up one step ahead of her. Although the screen of the phone was cracked, the name on it could still be seen clearly: Sun Xing.

Xu Ruoxi's face was as pale as paper, looking at Zhang Zijun's mobile phone that was still singing "Legend of Love", her hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

Zijun hesitated for a moment and pressed the answer button, and immediately a respectful voice came: "Miss Xu, Mr. Tong said you crashed a car, which road are you now? I will drive over right away, ignore the driver for now, wait for me coming..."

Sun Xing's voice on the phone was clearly familiar, but at this moment it sounded very harsh and unfamiliar.

"Miss Xu, please tell me the address quickly, or how can I get to the road you are on now, Miss Xu..."

"Assistant Sun, I'm Zhang Zijun," Zijun said calmly, "Miss Xu hit my car. I'll be waiting for you at Section [-] of Jianshe West Road."

Sun Xing on the other side of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment before reacting, and quickly said: "Young Madam, actually..."

"If you don't come, just tell me. I can call the police. After all, it's not a problem to stop on this road all the time."

"I...I'll come over." Sun Xing hesitated on the phone before answering.

Zijun hung up the phone, and then looked up at Xu Ruoxi who was one step away from him: "Just now, you told my friend that your husband is Tong Zhenyu?"

Xu Ruoxi was trembling with nervousness and panic, her pale face was already flustered, and in public, her face was red and white, comparable to a color palette.

"Why, you dare to say it in front of my friends but dare not admit it in front of me?" Zijun stared at her coldly, with a hint of sarcasm drawn from the corner of his mouth: "Could it be that your husband is still a fool?"

".." Xu Ruoxi's lips trembled, turning pale.

"Hey!" There was a sudden sound of a car braking on the opposite side.

Zijun turned his head coldly. Tong Zhenyu was getting out of the cab of a Lamborghini. He was wearing a Versace shirt. Perhaps because of his haste, a corner of the shirt tucked into his trousers was exposed.

With a slender figure and handsome facial features, under the sunny sky, it looks extraordinarily sunny, like a prince in the Middle Ages.

Tong Zhenyu once gave her a sunny sky, making her think that she has found a happy direction in this life.

Now, the sky he gave is overcast, the road ahead has lost its direction, and there is no longer any hope.

Seeing Tong Zhenyu approaching gradually, Zhang Zijun's stomach was throbbing for no reason, she almost subconsciously pressed her hand to her heart, her teeth clenched the corners of her lips, and tried her best to fill the eyes. The heat wave weighed down.

She couldn't shed tears, let alone cry, especially in front of Tong Zhenyu and Xu Ruoxi.

Tong Zhenyu, who was crossing the road, frowned instinctively when he saw Zhang Zijun standing next to him, but his face was full of unexpected surprise, and his original pace of progress slowed down unknowingly.

"Gentleman," Apple whispered with a little worry, instinctively stretched out his hand to hold Zijun's arm, and stood side by side with her, assuming the posture of good sisters fighting side by side.

She can't replace the pain in Zijun's heart, but she can support her in words and deeds!

When Tong Zhenyu walked to the side of the BMW, Zijun had suppressed the sharp pain in his eyes and the soreness in his nose, and even put down his hand on his chest.

She just stood there calmly, straightened her nose, and looked at Tong Zhenyu without blinking.

"Brother Yu..." Xu Ruoxi immediately rushed forward, her lips parted, her eyes turned red immediately, and crystal teardrops swirled in the big eye sockets, interpreting the grievance, discomfort, and tolerance to the extreme.

Tong Zhenyu immediately straightened her up with his hands, then pushed her out of his arms without a trace, and looked at her with obvious reproach and alienation, which made Xu Ruoxi dare not rush forward again.

"Brother Yu..." Xu Ruoxi bit her lips lightly and shouted in an aggrieved voice: "Didn't he do it on purpose?"

"Ms. Xu's car will be sent for repairs. My assistant is already contacting the insurance company. The insurance company will call and confirm with Ms. Xu and hope that Ms. Xu will cooperate."

Tong Zhenyu finished this sentence in a very formulaic manner, and then walked up to Zijun, his eyes slapped her face complicatedly.

"Zijun, the insurance company will pay for the car. Can we talk about other things when we go back?" Tong Zhenyu finished asking, and before Zijun could answer, he said to Xu Ruoxi beside him, "Xixi, you go first."

Zijun looked up at the man in front of him coldly, and the corner of his mouth quickly pulled a touch of sarcasm: "Second Master Tong, this is a traffic accident, I think..."

"I will give you the compensation," Tong Zhenyu quickly cut off her words, reached out and grabbed her arm, and was about to walk across the road: "Let's go home first."

"Why should I go home with you?" Zijun ruthlessly shook off Tong Zhenyu's hand that was tightly clamping his arm, and when he shook off Tong Zhenyu's hand with too much force, he took three steps backwards, and finally his body hit Xu Ruoxi's BMW On the door of the 740.

"Boom" came from behind her with a muffled sound, and then there was a burst of pain in her back, her face immediately changed color from the pain, and she grinned.

"Zijun," Tong Zhenyu immediately stepped forward, reached out to support her shaking body, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Zijun shook off his hand coldly again, his voice was as cold as his face: "I'm fine, please don't touch me every now and then!"

Zhang Zijun's words displeased Tong Zhenyu, she was his wife, who would he touch if he didn't touch her?

"Zijun?" Tong Zhenyu's deep and hoarse voice was filled with impatience: "Go and get in my car."

"Why do you let me get into your car? Other women call you husband, don't they?" Zijun took two steps back and looked at him coldly.

Tong Zhenyu pursed his lips tightly, not intending to answer Zhang Zijun's question.

"Hehe, Tong Ershao, if I don't have dementia, it seems that we are not divorced yet. If you are so anxious to be another woman's husband, aren't you afraid of committing bigamy?"

Tong Zhenyu's face immediately darkened, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his cold eyes looked at the woman who was a step away from him but was a little emotionally out of control.

The bright sunshine hit her indifferent face, and the wind blew the hair on her forehead. At this moment, she raised her head slightly, revealing a bruise on her jaw.