Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

".." Only then did Zijun remember that he was a sick person.It seems that people don't want to move when they are sick.

"You have a cold and a fever, are you feeling better now?" Zijun hurriedly asked with concern.

"Who said I have a cold and a fever?" Tong Zhenyu tried his best to hide his illness, but the constant coughing revealed his secret again.

"Xia Lan said in the text message," Zijun looked at him wearing a thick nightgown, and frowned slightly: "Why don't you go to bed and lie down, these things... put you here first , Let’s cook when you’re better.”

Tong Zhenyu coughed twice again, his eyes lowered, looking at the bag in Zhang Zijun's hand, ginger, millet, rice, two packs of Banlangen and some side dishes.

His hair was a little disheveled, and he held onto the door frame and coughed continuously. He looked like a sick man, with no energy at all, and he probably didn't have the energy to cook porridge by himself.

Zijun was a little helpless, he struggled for a moment and said, "If...you don't mind, I can cook the porridge for you before leaving."

A smile flashed across Tong Zhenyu's dark and deep eyes, he looked at her fixedly, and then stepped back a few seconds later: "Come in."

Zijun nodded and entered the door carrying two plastic bags. As soon as he reached the entrance, he had already opened the shoe cabinet and brought out a pair of slippers for her.

"Here is only my slippers. There are no women's slippers, so you can make do with it." Perhaps because of a cold, his voice was low and hoarse.

She hesitated, and finally took off her shoes, put on his pair of men's slippers and walked in. The moment she looked up, he had already gone upstairs, and his figure disappeared around the corner.

Her coat was already wet, there was no wind in the room, and it was much warmer. She took off the coat and hung it on the door lock handle, bent down to roll up the wet trousers, and then walked towards the kitchen wearing his slippers.

The kitchen was new, like the cabinets in the furniture store, it looked like it hadn't been used.

In the new real estate, she was worried that the gas was not turned on, so she quickly turned on the fire with water. Fortunately, everything was normal, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly got busy.

Tong Zhenyu came downstairs with a big bath towel, and saw a long-lost warm scene at the kitchen door.

There was the sound of running water in the sink, and Zhang Zijun was lowering his head and focusing on washing the ingredients she bought, with skillful and graceful movements.

A beige long-sleeved chiffon shirt, wet hair tied into a ponytail, at this time he was lowering his head to wash the ingredients, revealing his fair and delicate skin, as well as the little whirlpool that he was very familiar with.

He still remembers that it is her most sensitive place, whenever he is in bed with her, just kiss the swirl on the back of her neck, she will immediately itch and laugh out of breath, and then turn into a puddle of mud and faint in his arms .

After washing the ingredients, Zijun turned around and saw Tong Zhenyu leaning on the door frame, he was slightly taken aback, why didn't he go upstairs to rest?

"Do you have a casserole at home? A casserole specially used for cooking porridge?"

Tong Zhenyu picked up the old man with his hands, and felt embarrassed: "I don't know, this house has just been renovated, and the things in it were purchased with the help of Sun Xing. I just stayed here last night."

".." Zijun was speechless. No wonder she hadn't heard him mention such a place before. He must have bought the villa after the two of them divorced.

"Then I'll look for it myself, and if I can't find it, I can only use the rice cooker to cook porridge for you." After she finished speaking, she urged him, "Go upstairs quickly, and I'll ask you to come down when I'm done." .”

But Tong Zhenyu stood still, and didn't know if he didn't understand what she said, so he kept leaning against the door frame, watching her rummaging through the casserole.

Zijun rummaged through the cabinets below, but couldn't find them. He scanned the large kitchen, and then looked up at the cabinets above.

The cabinet was a bit high, and she tiptoed to forcefully open the upper cabinet, but she couldn't see if there was a casserole on it.

Turning around, I wanted to go to the dining room to move a stool in, but found that Tong Zhenyu was standing blocking the door of the kitchen.

"Can you let me?" She said in a low voice: "I think of bringing a stool in."

He didn't make a sound, just walked over in two steps, reached out and took a casserole from the top of the cabinet and handed it to her: "Is it this?"

He was very close to her, and lowered his head, the tip of his nose was already above her head, and his hot breath sprayed on her face.

She took it in a hurry, took a step back and nodded.

He took out a glass thermometer from the bag and handed it to him: "Measure, how many degrees."

He didn't answer, but glanced down at the thermometer in her hand, with a calm and indifferent expression: "This is not allowed."

"Then what?" She was a little annoyed, how could this man remain the same after the divorce, and Xu Ruoxi didn't make him change.

"Your hand," he said bluntly, "you can tell by touching my forehead with your hand."

"My hand is not a thermometer, and I am not a doctor." Zijun held the thermometer in his hand, his eyes were firm and persistent.

Tong Zhenyu just looked at her like that, with a slight blush on his fair face, and the beige shirt was wet, sticking to his back, reflecting the outline of the underwear inside.

His body tightened, watching her hand that was still holding the thermometer, he finally took it, and then slowly turned and left.

Zijun let out a long sigh of relief. If he didn't take the thermometer again, she would probably lose her temper and leave the pile of ingredients and head out the door.

She has always had a bad personality, and her patience is extremely poor, and he just took the thermometer when her patience was about to run out.

She turned to the sink again, and was about to wash the casserole when suddenly an extra towel covered her head.

Zijun turned around and saw Tong Zhenyu standing behind her with a slight smile on his face.

"Go take a bath first," he said before she got angry, "If you catch a cold because you cook porridge for me, wouldn't it be my fault?"

Zijun pulled the towel off his head, put it on his back, turned around and continued to wash the casserole: "I'll cook the porridge first, it will take a long time."

..

Tong Zhenyu leaned on the threshold, looking at the woman who continued to be busy in the kitchen.

She is still as stubborn as before, and she refuses to leave one thing to do another thing before finishing one thing.

And he, who has only lived with her for half a year, still inexplicably remembers every habit of hers.

Zijun finally put all the ingredients into the casserole, put them all on the fire, and then wiped his hands and came out.

Seeing Tong Zhenyu who was still leaning there, he asked lightly, "Where is the bathroom?"

Tong Zhenyu pointed down the stairs with his finger: "Upstairs, there is no bathroom on the first floor, only public toilets."

"This..." Zijun hesitated holding the bath towel in her hand. She never thought about going up to the second floor. After all, the upper floor was full of bedrooms, which belonged to his private territory.