Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Tong Zhenyu frowned slightly, hugged her and turned to walk towards the bathroom. As soon as he reached the door, Zhang Zijun struggled to slip out of his words.

"Don't follow in, Zijun pointed at Tong Zhenyu who came in, I told you. I want to shush." ​​Zijun pushed the man who had already stepped into the door with his hand.

"You see that you can't even stand stably. The bathroom is slippery. What if you fall?" Tong Zhenyu frowned slightly, but he didn't let go of her arm.

Zijun snorted coldly: "I'm not a child, why would I fall down every now and then? Let me go out."

Tong Zhenyu stood there without moving, nor let go of her hand, but just looked at her quietly.

"Hey, let go quickly, I'm really going to shush." ​​Zijun shouted impatiently, she was really in a hurry.

Tong Zhenyu pursed his thin lips into a line, and looked at her meaningfully. After about half a minute, he finally let go of her hand, but he didn't walk out of the bathroom, but turned his back.

"Go to the toilet quickly, I don't want to look at you, can you?" He urged with his back to her.

Zijun stared at his slender and straight back, opened his mouth and hiccupped before saying, "No, it's pressure if you stand still, I... can't get out."

"..." Tong Zhenyu didn't know what to say, looked back at her, finally sighed helplessly, could only go out, closed the door gently, but didn't close it tightly.

Zijun finally breathed a sigh of relief, quickly walked over to unbutton his trousers and squatted down to go to the bathroom. His swollen bladder was relieved, and he sighed comfortably, resting his chin with his hands, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight. .

Tong Zhenyu stood outside the door for about 10 minutes, but there was no movement inside. He gently knocked the door with his hand, but there was no response from inside.

He could only push the door open, seeing the situation inside, he couldn't laugh or cry—

Zhang Zijun squatted there, resting his head on both hands, his eyelids were almost closed together, and his head was still nodding, like a chicken pecking at rice.

He reached out and patted her cheek lightly: "Is it all right?"

She raised her head, looked at him standing in front of her, and frowned slightly: "Aren't you allowed to go out? Why are you still here?"

"I came in again, are you alright?" He shouted impatiently.

"I'm fine," she wanted to stand up while speaking, but she couldn't stand up when she moved, and looked up at him in distress slightly: "My leg is numb."

"..."

He was speechless, walked up to him, and stretched out his hand to pull her up. Fortunately, her legs were numb and her hands were quite flexible. While he was pulling her up, she pulled up her pants with both hands.

Her legs were numb and she couldn't walk, and she couldn't even stand still. As a last resort, he picked her up again and quickly walked towards the bedroom.

This time, she didn't even have the strength to refuse, and let him carry her into the bedroom, and then put her on his 1.5-meter bed.

"I haven't showered yet." She was still muttering while lying on the bed.

"Do you want to take a bath?" He had an ambiguous smile on his face: "You must not be able to wash yourself now, but I don't mind doing it for you."

She yawned, and she was overwhelmed by deep tiredness, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Then I'd better take a shower in the morning like the Germans. By the way. Remember to..."

Before she finished speaking, her upper and lower eyelids were closed, her breathing was even, and she fell asleep.

Tong Zhenyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He reached out and took off her shoes, and then straightened her. Looking at her wearing daytime clothes, he thought for a while, then turned around and opened the closet door.

After examining it for a while, he took out a set of short-sleeved pajamas, looked at the conservative pajamas, and pulled a faint smile from the corner of his mouth.

Although she went to England for more than two months, her living habits have not changed in any way, even buying pajamas is still the same as before.

He came to the bed and reached out to take off the clothes on her body, but as soon as he touched the first button, she grabbed the skirt with her hands vigilantly, and opened her mouth before opening her eyes.

"Don't take off my clothes, my clothes can only be taken off by a man, my husband..."

His hands immediately froze there, his nose was slightly sore, and his heart was full of emotion.

With a soft sigh, he finally retracted his hand, did not force her to change her pajamas, but did not leave immediately, just stood there quietly, watching her silently. .

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Early the next morning, Xu Ruoxi was still debating whether to go to Tong Zhenyu to confess her mistake, or whether to post on Weibo to explain that she did not agree to the breakup, so Aunt Lin went upstairs to tell her that someone was looking for her outside.

She went downstairs irritably and walked out the door, only to see Cheng Shaoxiang standing in the yard, and he was holding a newspaper leisurely in his hand.

"Why are you here?" Xu Ruoxi was a little surprised, looked upstairs before asking nervously, "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

Cheng Shaoxiang smiled mysteriously, then shook the newspaper in his hand towards her: "Of course it's to send you news?"

"What news?" Xu Ruoxi took the newspaper and unfolded it gently. When she saw the news on the entertainment board, her face darkened instantly.

The headline on the entertainment page was not her, but Tong Zhenyu, no, to be precise, Tong Zhenyu was holding the hand of a woman, and that woman was actually—Zhang Zijun!

The newspaper reported that she and Tong Zhenyu broke up on Weibo yesterday afternoon, and their Weibo content was also published in the newspaper.

On the night she broke up with Tong Zhenyu, the paparazzi photographed her in a particularly good mood shopping, eating and shopping with her friends, while Tong Zhenyu quickly went on a date with his ex-wife, and seemed to be in a good mood.

The paparazzi speculated that Tong Zhenyu's real illness, in addition to her fiancée who has broken off the engagement with Tong Zhenyu, there is another person who knows the truth is Tong Zhenyu's ex-wife Zhang Zijun.

And Tong Zhenyu hurried to find Zhang Zijun after breaking off the engagement with her, which also indirectly showed that Tong Zhenyu was worried that his ex-wife Zhang Zijun would take the opportunity to step on him at this time, so he was anxious to please him.

Xu Ruoxi's eyes were wide open, staring at the newspaper, Tong Zhenyu's hand clasping Zhang Zijun's waist made her feel particularly glaring.

"Ruoxi, are you—are you okay?" Cheng Shaoxiang asked carefully.

Xu Ruoxi took a deep breath, suppressed the jealousy and anger in her heart, but her face showed the heartbreak after being betrayed: "I'm fine, I just... didn't think about it..."

Seeing her pretending to be strong, Cheng Shaoxiang said angrily, "I never expected that he broke off the engagement with you because of Zhang Zijun. The two of them wouldn't—had they been in trouble for a long time?"

Xu Ruoxi shook her head, took a deep breath, stabilized her emotions, and then forced a smile and said: "Maybe, he is really afraid that Zhang Zijun will step on him at this time?"