Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

His eyes were gentle and warm, with rare affection, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Why are you crying? Didn't you have a good chat with Lu Ruidong just now?" His voice was gentle, as if warm water at 40° had entered his throat, it was so comfortable.

Zijun stared at him blankly, his dizzy brain twitched, his originally blurred vision finally cleared up, and he finally saw him clearly.

Raising his hand, he opened the hand that was still touching his cheek, swayed his body and took two steps back, instinctively pulling away from him.

"Why did you come here?" She finally saw his car parked in the dark not far away, her eyes were red from crying, "Are you following me?"

Because of drinking, because her voice was hoarse, and because she was weak, her voice sounded a little soft, without the usual indifference and composure, and she was still a little slurred.

Tong Zhenyu looked at her fixedly, his lips parted, but he didn't answer her question.

"Don't tell me it's a coincidence." Zijun stretched out his hand and shook it: "Tong Zhenyu, I have seen through you, and any coincidence with you is your premeditation."

".." | Tong Zhenyu closed his mouth knowingly, tonight is indeed not a coincidence but premeditated.

Her face was blushing because of the aftertaste of the cocktail, and her eyes were watery, like a little hedgehog who had just been provoked by someone.

Seeing her like this, he was angry and funny.

"Don't follow me anymore," Zijun fixed him vigilantly, "I'm waiting for the bus to go back here, don't be so kind as to ask me to see you off."

After saying this, she stretched out her hand and patted his cheek lightly, without feeling how ambiguous this action was for a man.

Tong Zhenyu took the opportunity to grab her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed it naturally, with a gentle smile on his face, but extremely warm eyes looking at her.

"Why are you laughing?" Zijun pulled his hand back annoyed, and stared at her fiercely with red eyes: "In your eyes, I'm just a joke, right?"

Tong Zhenyu was taken aback for a moment, the smile on his face gradually faded, he took a step forward and stood in front of her: "You are drunk, I will take you back."

"No, I just said I was a ride." She waved her little hand to signal him not to approach.

"At ten o'clock in the evening, where are the buses?" He pointed to the bus stop sign: "It is clearly written on it, and the last bus will be picked up at nine o'clock in the evening."

She squinted her eyes in a daze and saw that it was indeed so. She was so dizzy, when did the last bus stop so early?Didn't there still be cars at [-] or [-] o'clock before?

"Then I'll go and hail a taxi." Zijun stubbornly wanted to walk forward, but a stone slipped under his feet, and he fell backwards, about to fall off his back.

Tong Zhenyu quickly reached out to rely on her fallen body, so she didn't fall on the cold concrete road, but fell directly into Tong Zhenyu's arms.

"Are you planning to throw me down again?" His teasing voice sounded behind her: "And, is it still in a backward style?"

She turned her head, looked at the smile on his face, was a little taken aback, and then laughed out loud: "Can I knock you down?"

After finishing speaking, relying on the intention of still being awake, she struggled out of his embrace and turned to walk away.

Tong Zhenyu suddenly reached out, grabbed her arm, pulled her around, and then stared at her quietly under the dim light.

"You can give it a try," his voice was as seductive as his handsome face.

"Have I ever thrown you down?" She squinted at him and asked,

"..." He was silent, not knowing how to answer this question.

She didn't need his answer either. She giggled and said, "It turns out that some things can't be thrown down, but firmly."

Tong Zhenyu nodded seriously, and then smiled not too seriously: "This time, I will let you be steady."

Zijun looked at him drunkenly, slapped his eyelashes a few times, and said with a fake smile: "Are you sure, after I threw you down, you won't get up and run again?"

This time, he looked at her very seriously, and nodded seriously for a long time: "I'm sure, I won't struggle again."

"Hahaha," Zijun laughed suddenly, covering his stomach with his hands, laughing uncontrollably, and finally squatted down, his red face was like a red flower because of laughing.

But, smiling, she couldn't stop laughing. She raised her head, looked at him, and said indifferently: "I've laughed enough of this joke, let's listen to another joke."

"..." Tong Zhenyu was silent, when every sentence of his truth became a joke to her.

He knew that she was a little confused when she was drunk, but he still wanted to explain for no reason.

"I'm not joking, Zijun, what I just said..."

Before he finished speaking, she who was still smiling just now suddenly started crying again. She was squatting on the ground, hugging her knees with both hands, crying very sadly.

Tong Zhenyu stood there at a loss, looking at the crying Zhang Zijun, not knowing what to do for a while.

And Zhang Zijun's crying received the sideways glances of passers-by, and then some people pointed at Tong Zhenyu, talking in a low voice as he walked away, as if he was such a bad person who couldn't coax his wife.

Tong Zhenyu bent down, picked up the crying woman, turned around and walked towards his car parked under a tree not far away.

"I don't take your car, I want to take the bus." Zhang Zijun was still muttering when Tong Zhenyu put him into the car.

"I'm a ride," he explained lightly, and quickly pulled the seat belt to help her buckle it up.

"Ride with the wind?" Zijun turned his head and drove away Tong Zhenyu who got into the car from the driver's cab: "When did you live in the third hospital?"

"Tonight," he replied lightly, and quickly started the car.

..

"I'm not drunk," Zhang Zijun held on to the railing of the stairs with one hand, and threw away Tong Zhenyu's hand to help him with the other.

Looking at the woman who was walking a little shaky, Tong Zhenyu shook his head. It's not that she wasn't drunk, but she wasn't so drunk that she didn't even recognize anyone.

I don't know how long it took, and finally went upstairs, and had to go up to the seventh floor. Tong Zhenyu finally reached out and grabbed her arm: "Here we are."

"Are you there?" She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked towards the stairs: "I live on the top floor, isn't there a staircase to go upstairs?"

"..." Tong Zhenyu didn't bother to pay attention to her, and reached for her bag, trying to take out the key.

Zijun immediately covered his bag tightly with his hands, and stared at Tong Zhenyu vigilantly: "What are you going to do?"