Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Tong Zhenyu came over and looked at her: "Every room upstairs has a bathroom. You can use the one in the guest room. My bathroom is not connected externally."

Zijun heaved a long sigh of relief. Seeing that Tong Zhenyu had already gone upstairs, he hesitated for a moment, and followed him upstairs.

When she came upstairs slowly, Tong Zhenyu had already pushed open the door of the innermost room, and he was holding a piece of clothing and handing it to her.

"I don't have women's clothes here. Your clothes are soaked, so make up your mind and wear mine."

Zijun looked out through the window in the corridor, the rain outside was getting louder and louder, the wind came in through the window, and his body shivered involuntarily.

Even if it was a guest room, it was still very big. Zijun put the clothes that Tong Zhenyu handed her on the tatami, turned around and closed the door, and dropped the lock casually.

There were brand new toiletries on the sink, she didn't think much about it, it was estimated that every guest room had them, and shampoo and shower gel were gender-neutral.

Unaccustomed to unfamiliar places, she just wanted to do a simple wash, in fact, it was mainly just a change of clothes.

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Zijun was taking a bath in the guest room, but Tong Zhenyu wisely didn't follow in, but turned around and went downstairs, into the kitchen.

The porridge in the casserole had already boiled, and it was steaming now, and a faint fragrance wafted out, giving this deserted villa a little warmth of popularity.

Uncovered the lid and stirred it with a spoon, turned around and left the kitchen, just in time for a text message from the phone.

Press it, and it was Xia Lan who sent it: "Second brother, what's the matter, do you need me to rush over?"

"No need!" He replied with three words directly.

"Zhang Zijun is really here?" This text message is full of curiosity.

He pondered for a while, and then quickly typed two words: "No!"

"Hey, I knew it was like this. She just has elm bumps, which made me work all night for nothing."

The corner of Tong Zhenyu's mouth twitched, there was a sound from the stairwell, he raised his eyes, and saw that the elm lump Xia Lan mentioned in the text message was coming down the stairs.

She was wearing his beige winter long-sleeved shirt. Because it was too long, it didn't fit her well. The hem of the shirt reached her knees, but her white neck and faintly visible shoulders were exposed at the neckline. .

She grabbed his shirt helplessly, and stood nervously at the stairs and looked at him: "Well...my trousers are also wet, can you lend me a pair of trousers temporarily?"

His eyes gradually moved down from the shirt on her body, only to find a pair of slender and white legs protruding from under the hem of the shirt, and the white feet were worn in his black sandals, like a quiet pool The lotus in full bloom.

His throat tightened, as if thousands of crabs were running rampant in his heart, and he felt his mouth dry up instantly.

He felt that he had to leave, otherwise he might not be able to sit still.

So she got up holding her phone, and quickly walked towards the stairs. When she passed by her, the faint scent of magnolia on her body wafted into her nostrils, soaking into her heart and lungs.

"You come up, I'll give it to you," he said next to her, and before she could turn around, she had already gone upstairs first.

Zijun hesitated for a moment, and finally he carefully protected the hem of his shirt with his hands, for fear that if he moved a little too loudly, he might lose everything.

When she walked upstairs slowly, Tong Zhenyu had already taken a set of men's pajamas and was waiting for her at the door of the guest room.

"Put on your pajamas. The other pants have a big waist, so you won't be able to wear them stably. I don't have many belts to lend you."

Her face flushed with shame, she reached out to take the pajamas from him, and said in a low voice, "Thank you!"

He walked quickly into the bathroom, closed the door behind his back, and then took off the shirt he was wearing just now.

Tong Zhenyu went downstairs, first entered the kitchen, first took a piece of mineral water and poured it into a glass, then took out a few ice cubes from the refrigerator and put them into the glass.

Zijun came down from upstairs and saw this scene. Tong Zhenyu came out of the kitchen, and he was holding a glass of water with ice cubes in his hand.

"You can't drink ice water when you have a cold." She frowned and looked at him: "Don't drink it yet, I'll use a teapot to boil some water to cool you down later."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked into the kitchen, apparently in a hurry to boil water.

Tong Zhenyu looked at Zijun who was wearing his gray pajamas. The pajamas were originally loose and he was tall. Now his pajamas looked loose on her, as if they were covered with a mosquito net.

Seeing the figure swaying in the kitchen, he felt that his throat became more dry and itchy, so he quickly drank a few sips of the ice water in his hand, and the dry and itchy throat was relieved.

Five minutes later, he had just finished drinking the ice water in his glass, and she had already come out of the kitchen with a glass of hot water.

"If you have a cold, you need to drink more hot water." She looked at the thermometer on the coffee table: "Have you taken your temperature yet? How much is it? If it's serious, I'll send you to the hospital." .”

Tong Zhenyu glanced at the hot water in front of the coffee table, and responded calmly: "I'll measure it right away."

After saying that, he picked up the thermometer obediently, then opened the outer package, took out the thin glass tube to look at, then put his hand in from his collar, and put it under his armpit.

Zijun breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Tong Zhenyu, who was serious and showed his body temperature: "I didn't find a pharmacy outside, but I bought raw gypsum in a small shop. If your body temperature is too high, I will use raw gypsum to make rice soup for you to drink. This is also fine." Fever gone."

"Okay!" He agreed meekly, the sick man is like an obedient and sensible baby.

Zijun went into the kitchen again. The porridge in the porridge casserole was almost ready, so she had to prepare two side dishes. Although the side dishes bought in the small shop were very simple, they were better than nothing.

Tong Zhenyu on the sofa glanced at the busy woman in the kitchen, and took the thermometer down from under the armpit. It was 37 degrees, which couldn't be more normal.

Hearing the sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, he frowned, looked at the thermometer in his hand, and then at the glass of boiling water that Zhang Zijun had just put in front of him.

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Zijun finally finished the two side dishes, and brought out the freshly boiled millet porridge, and put them on the dining table together.

Seeing that Tong Zhenyu was already watching TV, he quickly asked, "Is your temperature taken?"

Tong Zhenyu looked sideways, the thermometer was lying quietly on the coffee table, and his face was a little flushed.

Zijun walked over, took a look at his flushed face, then picked up the thermometer on the coffee table and looked carefully at the light.

She is not a medical student, and the thermometer with a glass tube is not so good-looking, so she identified it before she got the answer: 40°?

"The fever is so high, how can we not go to the hospital?" Zijun immediately raised his voice: "Tong Zhenyu, are you a child?"

Tong Zhenyu raised his eyes and looked at the angry woman standing in front of him. Under the light, his clear eyes looked like stars in the sky, shining brightly!