Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Tong Zhenyu couldn't laugh or cry, what could he do with her like this?What's more, this is the stairwell at the door, and he can't do anything.

Zijun leaned against the door and looked up dizzily, looking at Tong Zhenyu who was close at hand. The lights in the old corridor were dim, and Tong Zhenyu's dark eyes were as deep as obsidian, and he was looking down at her at this moment.

Tong Zhenyu's hand clasped her waist, but he didn't let go because of her resistance, but frowned slightly and asked, "Did you really drink too much?"

"You just drank too much." Zijun glared at Tong Zhenyu and stretched out his finger to gesture: "I just drank such a big glass... a glass of that kind of wine."

"Erguotou?" Tong Zhenyu frowned and asked.

"Who uses a pot for drinking? Didn't everyone tell you that it's a glass?" Zijun choked up, breathed out the smell of alcohol, and looked at the ceiling: "Whose house is this?"

"This is the door of the house, I haven't entered yet," Tong Zhenyu patiently explained to her.

"Then why don't you open the door and go in?" Zhang Zijun shook his head: "Planning to chat with me at the door of the house?"

".." Tong Zhenyu was speechless, who was going to chat with her at the door of the house?Didn't she let him take the key?

"I don't have the key to your house," he said, reaching out to her, "give me the key."

"I'll open it myself," she seemed to be sober at the moment, took out the key from her bag, and inserted it into the lock hole solemnly.

However, her hand was shaking constantly, and she couldn't insert the key into the lock hole accurately, let alone unlock it.

"Let me do it," he stretched out his hand to take the key from her, and said with an ambiguous smile, "Men are born to pick locks, you just need to be the lock quietly."

"Why should I be a lock?" Chuxue shook her head, only to hear a click, and he turned the key to the big hole.

She stepped into the door, turned around to close the door, only to find that someone else had followed in.

"Why did you come in too?" She covered her head with her hands, a little confused about this question.

"Let's go in first and talk about it later," he motioned her to go in quickly, so as not to block the door.

"No, you can't come in." Zhang Zijun's cheeks were flushed, and he pouted, "You are a man, I can't just let a man into the house, especially at night, it's not safe, it's easy...prone to accidents..."

After saying that, she pushed Tong Zhenyu's body with her hands, trying to push him out of the door.

Tong Zhenyu was not angry, but just smiled gently, still hugging her tightly: "If you don't agree, I will send you home, and I will go back when you sober up."

Zijun squinted his eyes slightly, staring at Lu Jingxiao in a daze, trying hard to remember when this was agreed upon.

"You look like this, how can I go back? You don't want Apple to worry, do you?" Tong Zhenyu carried her friend out.

"Apple?" Zijun muttered, looking at Tong Zhenyu's eyes gradually becoming clearer.

"Yeah, she was so anxious that you were sick last time. If she knew you were drunk and alone at home, wouldn't she be worried to death?" Tong Zhenyu persuaded exaggeratedly.

".." Zijun fell silent. The last time he was sick and had a fever, he seemed to have a little impression in his brain.

Tong Zhenyu immediately patted her on the back with his hand: "Don't think about it for a while, I'll go back when I wake up from the wine."

"Okay then," Zijun thought for a while, stepped back, and looked at Tong Zhenyu who walked in: "You must remember to go back when I'm sober, and you're not allowed to play tricks."

Tong Zhenyu smiled, stretched out his hand and tapped her lips lightly, closed the door with his backhand, and then said to her: "Don't worry, I always keep my word."

Only then did Zijun turn around in peace of mind, just as he was taking a step, his feet were tied for some reason, and then he leaned to the side...

"Be careful," Tong Zhenyu immediately reached out to catch her, then simply reached out to hug her horizontally, turned around and was about to walk into the room.

As soon as he reached the door of the bedroom, Zijun grabbed the door frame of the bedroom with his hand, and refused to let him in no matter what.

"What's wrong?" Tong Zhenyu looked down at her and asked softly.

Zijun shook his head and yawned, "I don't want to go to the bedroom, just rest on the sofa."

Tong Zhenyu just laughed: "How can you sleep on the sofa? What's more, you turn over at every turn. The sofa is so narrow that you roll to the ground as soon as you turn over. It's more comfortable to lie on the bed."

"Then let me down, and I'll go in by myself," Zijun refused righteously: "You can't bring strange men into the bedroom."

Tong Zhenyu couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, and looked at the woman nestled in his arms: "Am I a strange man to you?"

Zijun raised his head, rubbed his forehead against his chin, pouted his mouth, his expression was cute but extremely serious: "Especially you, the worst... I must be on guard against you."

"Then you still let me come to your house?" Tong Zhenyu laughed when he heard her words.

Zijun was extremely displeased when he heard this, and glared at her with beautiful eyes: "Didn't you insist on sending me back?"

Tong Zhenyu nodded, looked at her more deeply, and smiled unabated: "Well, it seems to be the case."

Zijun nodded, and then gave him a white look, which meant that this was the case in the first place.

Tong Zhenyu looked down at the honest woman in his arms, and said in a soft voice: "Then don't grab the door frame with your hands, I'll take you to sleep."

Zijun's hand fell from the door frame, but he grabbed his shoulder: "I don't want to sleep, my throat is so dry, I'm thirsty... I want to drink water."

Tong Zhenyu frowned slightly, and instead of letting her down, he turned around with her in his arms and headed straight for the kitchen.

After entering the kitchen, Tong Zhenyu put Zijun down and made her stand against the wall, while he glanced around the kitchen, frowning and asked, "Where's the refrigerator?"

She shook her head: "No refrigerator."

The house she rented was old, and the landlord did not provide much equipment, including a refrigerator and air conditioner. She would use an electric fan if she slept at night if it was hot.

There used to be one at home, but she didn't bother to move it here. After all, it was a rented house, and she didn't bother to arrange so many things.

Tong Zhenyu finally found an electric kettle for boiling water, and there was still water in it. She probably boiled it during the day and didn't finish drinking it. It was already cold by now.

It must be too late to boil water now, so he poured a cup of cold boiled water and handed it to her, Zijun took it and put it to his mouth without saying a word, and gulped it all up in a jabber.

"It's better to drink boiled water," she sighed with satisfaction, and added a look of unsatisfactory lips.

Tong Zhenyu took the water glass and put it away, bent slightly and picked her up again: "Now, can I take you to sleep?"

"I...I want to go to the bathroom... just to pee..." She grabbed the clothes on his chest with her hands, and looked at him with Shui Mengmeng eyes.