Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

"Hey, Zhang Zijun, didn't you have a blind date last night? Did you meet the right one?"

Returning to the company from the construction site just before get off work, it happened to be off work time, and Xiao Zhu next to him asked in a mocking voice.

Before Zijun could answer, the eyes of the people around her were cast on her immediately. Someone jokingly said, "Are girls nowadays so anxious to get married? Aren't you only 24 years old, Zhang Zijun? Are you afraid that you won't be able to get married?"

"Oh, I'm not afraid that I won't be able to get married, I just want to find a good one while I'm young," Xiao He next to me took over the words: "You think you're all like us, you're so stupid, you don't know how to plan for yourself in everything."

"That's right," Xiao Zhao in front echoed, "If you are as stupid as us, can you enter Jingcheng Company without a work?"

Zijun directly chose to ignore the cynicism from her colleagues. She quickly packed her desk and walked out, ignoring those envious and jealous eyes.

She knew that they were dissatisfied with her, because she only went to work yesterday, and today the director took her to inspect the construction site, and it is said that this kind of honor can only be enjoyed by people at the team leader level.

In order not to conflict with the same time, Zijun went to the bathroom, dawdled for 10 minutes and came out, and all his colleagues were off work.

When she came to the elevator, she could no longer see her colleagues in the design department, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she would still take the bus home tonight.

However, as soon as she walked out of Jingcheng Building, she saw Tong Zhenyu's car parked there. Obviously, he came to pick her up on time.

She walked over and opened the passenger door. Tong Zhenyu was looking down at Aipai. Seeing her coming up, he immediately raised his eyes and asked, "Where do you want to go for your honeymoon?"

"Ah?" Zijun didn't realize it all at once, and just stared at him blankly.

Tong Zhenyu gave her a white look: "I ask where do you want to go for your honeymoon?"

"We... haven't we had a wedding yet?"

In Zijun's subconscious mind, there is no need to go on honeymoon without a wedding.

Tong Zhenyu smiled, handed the love pie to her and said, "Hurry up and choose a place, isn't there a seven-day holiday on May Day, I decided to spend our honeymoon during May Day."

"But we..."

"Let's go to dinner now," Tong Zhenyu started the car quickly: "You can take this time to take a good look at the honeymoon place on Aipai, and finally finalize a plan, and then I will ask someone to help us book a flight and a hotel."

"Do you have to go on honeymoon?" Zijun asked, frowning.

"The wedding is already owed to you, and the honeymoon must not be missed," Tong Zhenyu said seriously, as if the honeymoon is such an important thing.

"..."

Well, the so-called marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog, and marry a pole and carry it away.

Since Tong Zhenyu decided to spend his honeymoon, let's do it!

Tong Zhenyu's car finally parked in a dimly lit narrow alley in the old town.

There are many kapok trees planted on both sides of the alley. It is the season when kapok is in full bloom. Every tree is red like fire and beautiful like blood.

And the shops on both sides of the alley quietly entertain customers under the kapok.

An old-fashioned two-story western restaurant, the decoration is simple and plain, the recruitment is in English, the handwriting is a bit scribbled, and the light is very dim. Zijun translated it into Chinese after careful identification: Old Tree Coffee.

Tong Zhenyu's car was parked under a kapok tree, and he pushed the door to get out of the car, and a kapok fell on her head, she immediately grabbed it with her hand, and then took it into her hand to look at it carefully.

Tong Zhenyu got out of the car and saw this scene. Zhang Zijun was holding a kapok in his hand and was slightly lowering his head to smell the fragrance of the flowers. Her face was so delicate against the backdrop of the kapok, as if a flower was blowing in the wind. Swaying kapok.

We walked into the western restaurant together, and it turned out that the lights in the restaurant were dimmer than those in the alley, the air was filled with the smell of coffee, the dark green floor-to-ceiling windows made the whole space look very quiet and elegant, and the unknown piano music mixed with the aroma of coffee was in the air flowing.

The booth of the rattan chair looks classical and simple. There is a blue and white porcelain plate on the dining table. The water in the plate is clear and transparent, with light red kapok petals floating, which looks poignant and beautiful.

Zijun grew up in Binhai, and is quite familiar with Binhai, but the family seldom eats out, and her parents don't like Western food, so before this, she didn't know there was such a western restaurant with a pleasant environment.

"Do you want another couple's package?" He asked jokingly.

"No!" Zijun almost blurted out.

He just laughed, didn't say anything, but quickly flipped through the menu and started ordering.

"How about a teriyaki eel rice for you?" Tong Zhenyu asked thoughtfully.

"Well," Zijun nodded: "Whatever, as long as you don't need to use a knife and fork to eat. I prefer to control chopsticks."

Tong Zhenyu nodded, expressing his understanding, and quickly finished the meal.

"Do you want fruit juice, milk tea or coffee?" Tong Zhenyu asked for her opinion when ordering drinks.

"Plain water is fine," Zijun shook his head, "I like plain water!"

"..."

Tong Zhenyu was speechless, his newly married little wife was indeed somewhat different.

After ordering, the waiter left, and the surroundings immediately became quiet again.

Zijun had nothing to do, and used his fingers to pick up pieces of kapok in the plate to play.

Tong Zhenyu leaned on the rattan chair, quietly watching his little wife mischievously picking up the petals in the imitation blue and white porcelain dish.

She is a woman who draws pictures, with slender fingers and fair skin. Under the soft light, her delicate skin looks like a newborn duckling, with fine down on her face.

And she didn't feel that he was looking at her at all. At this moment, her fingertips were picking up a piece of fine kapok shards, which was crumbling on her fingertips, blending with her fingers for a moment, completely natural.

He was a little stunned, as if the petals were gradually melting at her fingertips, and her fingers and the petals could no longer tell which was a flower and which was a finger.

Pointing like soft catkins, this is an idiom that flew out of his mind in an instant, but in the next second, he felt that using this idiom to describe her fingers and petals at this time was extremely unreliable.

Although thatch is soft but rough, how can it be like a finger?

And her delicate and soft fingers are just like the petals on her fingertips, maybe they will melt if touched, how can it be compared with thatch?

The soft light shines from the desk lamp illuminated by gauze, reflecting Zijun's kapok-like face, and her clear eyes flutter with long eyelashes, like an elf in the forest.

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Dear friends, don't worry, the next chapter will be about the romantic plot of the bridal chamber. At the same time, I recommend Qiao Mai's finalized essays "My Wife's Secret: President Leng's Vengeful Wife" and "Marriage Before Love: My Wife Doesn't Divorce".