Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

"Rest early." Tong Zhenyu glanced at her, and before leaving, the gentleman helped her close the door.

Zijun sighed, turned around and went inside, only the hole lamp was turned on in the guest room, and the light was a bit dim, so she went over and turned on the wall lamp on the bedside table.

Although it is just a guest room, the layout of the room is not bad, with wardrobe, dressing table and so on.

The bed was empty, she opened the door of the closet, only to find that the closet was also empty, not even a sheet, let alone a complete set of bedding.

Only then did she remember what Tong Zhenyu said about moving in yesterday.

He must have moved in in a hurry, and Sun Xing, who helped him buy supplies, didn't think too much about it. He probably only bought a set of bedding for his master bedroom.

If it was summer, she didn't need to find Tong Zhenyu, but it was still winter.

Moreover, the air conditioner in the room is the kind that can only emit cold air but not hot air. Of course, very few people in the south have dual-purpose air conditioners.

She actually didn't want to bother Tong Zhenyu anymore, but——

If she just sat in this room for one night, she would definitely catch a cold tomorrow morning. After all, the pajamas she was wearing were very thin, so she wouldn't feel it when she was exercising. She would definitely be cold when she lay down.

Sighing helplessly, he walked out of the room as a last resort, and knocked on Tong Zhenyu's door diagonally opposite.

"Come in!" A slightly hoarse voice came, this time, Tong Zhenyu didn't come to open the door for her in person.

Zijun was in a daze for a moment, and finally pushed open his bedroom door, poked his head in cautiously, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

Tong Zhenyu was already sitting on the bed, wrapped in white with his nightgown, leaning against the bedside to read a book.

She walked in directly and frowned slightly as she looked at the man flipping through the book: "Aren't you sick? Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Sleeping too much during the day, I can't sleep now," Tong Zhenyu raised his eyes from the book and looked at her: "Why are you here? Still not resting?"

He put the book back on the bedside table, but there was a 'click', and then, a strong smell of alcohol came.

"Are you drinking?" Zijun frowned as he looked at the colorless liquid dripping from the bed. He had a cold and a fever, yet he was still drinking.

"No, I just want to wipe my body with wine, and I feel a little hot." He said it naturally, but there was still an embarrassing look on his face.

"Oh, wine seems to be able to reduce fever." Zijun then remembered the effect of white wine, so he said hastily, "Since you don't go to the hospital, and you don't want to drink rice soup made with raw plaster, you can use wine to wipe your body."

Looking at the broken glass on the ground, she shook her head and turned around: "I'll get a broom and mop up."

Seeing the back of the woman in his pajamas walking out the door, Tong Zhenyu's mouth curved slightly, and he reached out to take the book that he just messed up.

Zijun quickly took a broom and mop to clean up the broken glass on the ground, and then brought up a plastic basin and handed it to him: "Here, put your grass in it, and then wet the towel, the plastic basin can't wash it." broken."

Plastic basin?The corner of Tong Zhenyu's mouth twitched. This woman Zhang Zijun - can she not be so dull?

"The place that can be wiped has been wiped," he said lightly, "I just can't wipe my back, or...can you wipe my back for me?"

"I won't!" She coldly refused, she is not someone like him, she doesn't want to do things that need to touch the skin.

Tong Zhenyu was stunned, and then smiled awkwardly: "Then I'll wipe it off myself, I guess I'll have to backhand it."

After saying that, he lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and then took off the nightgown on his body. Zijun reacted and said quickly: "Well...do you have any extra quilt?"

"No," he had already taken off his nightgown, and he was still only wearing boxer shorts inside.

Zijun looked away, scanned the whole room, and found that the double tassel sofa was covered with a thin cushion, which was made of pure cotton.

After thinking about it, he reached for the cushion, turned around and left Tong Zhenyu's room, and then walked downstairs.

Between the cold bed in the living room and the sofa on the first floor, she chose the sofa in the living room on the first floor, because the sofa was soft, and there were a few pillows on the sofa, so she could barely pile them on her body.

But it turns out that the pile of pillows has no effect on keeping warm, and it is very uncomfortable to be pressed by the pillows.

Zijun lay on the sofa for a few minutes, finally pushed away a pile of pillows, sat up, and scanned the living room again.

In the end, her eyes fell on the curtains. Although the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the living room are light-colored, the fabric is very good, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains are large. She thought that taking it off and wrapping her body would not be cold.

...

When Tong Zhenyu came down from upstairs, what he saw was such a scene——

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the spacious living room disappeared, and the transparent glass windows revealed everything outside the window. The rain was falling, and the dim street lamps looked extraordinarily lonely in the rain.

His gaze quickly swept across the living room, and then fell on the four-seater pure leather sofa.

His floor-to-ceiling curtains were piled on the sofa, and a tuft of black hair was exposed from the armrest of the sofa.

He froze for a moment, and walked forward. On the sofa, Zhang Zijun wrapped in the curtains was already asleep, breathing lightly.

He sighed softly, and wanted to carry her upstairs, but he stopped when he reached the curtain.

She is always very vigilant in unfamiliar environments, and when he hugs her, there is no guarantee that he will wake her up, and then——

After thinking about it, he finally shook his head, turned around, and walked upstairs again.

Zijun fell asleep on the sofa in the living room, wrapped in thick curtains, but before she fell asleep, she had only one thought in her mind—fortunately, the curtains in his house were wide, big and thick. .

Zhang Zijun, who is holding in a pile of curtains, is dreaming——

In the dream, she went to England to study, and Lu Ruidong followed him to England, but Lu Ruidong was working in England, and his company was not very far from her school.

Somehow, she and Lu Ruidong actually fell in love, and then they decided to stay in England, so they went to Scotland, intending to get married.

At that time, Lu Ruidong said to use a Western-style wedding, but she said she wanted to use a Chinese-style wedding, because her parents were going to attend the wedding, and her parents were more traditional and hoped that she would use a Chinese-style wedding.

In the end, Lu Ruidong accepted her, and they held a Chinese wedding ceremony, and her parents also came from China to watch the ceremony.

The Hanfu she wears, the heaven and earth she prays to, and the bridal chamber where the bridegroom lifts her hijab with a scale, and then——

The moment she took off the hijab, she raised her eyes, and suddenly found that the man standing in front of her with a happy smile on his face was—Tong Zhenyu!