Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

On Saturday, Tong Zhenyu was mainly in meetings, so he got off work before five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was only 05:30 when he drove to Shanghefang.

The keys were all left to Zhang Zijun, who stood at the gate of the courtyard and rang the doorbell with his hand.

Zijun heard the doorbell and opened the door. She was wearing a homey white short-sleeved T-shirt suit, her hair was tied into a ponytail, and a few strands of hair fell to her forehead. High school girl kind.

Tong Zhenyu looked at the youthful woman in front of him, and was stunned for a moment, as if he had seen such a woman a long time ago.

Zijun opened the courtyard door, and seeing him standing there, he couldn't help calling out, "Hey, do you want to come in?"

Only then did Tong Zhenyu come back to his senses, looked at her in front of him with a smile and said, "You look really good in this suit, and you must look even better in a jersey."

"Go, I don't play ball, what kind of jersey do I wear?" Zijun said with a smile and exclaimed: "Ah, there is still stewed pork in my pot."

Tong Zhenyu looked at the running back, and his brain uncontrollably returned to the summer ten years ago. At that time, he was just 20 years old and he came back from the summer vacation and teamed up with his high school alumni to play football.

At that time, they were competing with another student who had just graduated from high school. I heard that some boys who had just entered university were excited and wanted to play a game with them.

It was obviously a friendly match, but because he and Qiao Zimo's father had a lot of face, they even borrowed the football field of the city gymnasium to make it quite formal.

That was the time when he kicked the ball away when he shot the goal, and then the football flew directly to the audience outside, and then hit a little girl wearing a white jersey straight away, immediately throwing the little girl The girl fell to the ground.

At that time, he was frightened, stopped kicking and ran out, but someone was one step ahead of him, picked up the little girl, turned around and ran towards the door.

At that time, he also wanted to follow, but the referee was calling for the game to continue, but the little girl didn't come to him, so he returned to the scene of the game again.

However, he was a little absent-minded in the next game, because he kept thinking about whether the little girl with the ponytail was injured?

At the end of the game, he immediately asked about the little girl's news, but the people around him shook their heads and said they didn't pay attention. At that time, he saw the little girl shouting cheers, and he didn't know who to cheer for. Then he left. As for where he went No one paid attention.

Naturally, there was no full video recording of the friendly match, only friends who like to play football took a few chapters of photos on the side, and prepared to keep them as souvenirs.

Then, in a photo he developed, he saw the silhouette of the little girl jumping up, her young face was full of baby fat and immature, with an innocent smile on her face, as bright as the rising sun in the morning.

Half a year later, he and his father went to Mr. Xu's birthday banquet, and then met the little girl in the photo at Xu's house——Xu Ruoxi!

Tong Zhenyu walked to the entrance of the hall, changed his shoes and came in. He could smell the fragrance from the kitchen from a distance. He tiptoed towards the kitchen, stood at the door, and looked at Zhang Zijun who was busy in the kitchen.

Last year, when he and she were married, the two of them were often busy in the kitchen. At that time, she was so clumsy that she had almost no cooking skills.

But now, seeing her decent movements, he couldn't help laughing. She had been separated from him for less than a year, and her cooking skills had improved? "

"It's so fragrant, what did you cook?" Tong Zhenyu asked after taking a deep breath.

Zijun turned around to look at him, and said embarrassedly: "The Taiwanese stewed pork, my dad wakes up with a bad stomach and poor digestion, so I often make this Taiwanese braised pork for him, I don't know how to give it to you." Whatever gift grandma gave, I thought about making one and bringing it to her."

Zijun took the insulated lunch box and put the freshly made Taiwanese braised pork on it, and while washing the pot, he said to Tong Zhenyu: "Remember to take this insulated lunch box with you when you leave later, although this gift is not heavy, at least I made it myself. "

"Grandma has everything, and she doesn't need this kind of handmade gifts." Tong Zhenyu brought up the box of Taiwanese braised pork, looked down at Hope and asked, "You seem to be in a good mood today."

If a woman like Zhang Zijun is not in the mood, she will never go to the kitchen!

"That's right. Could it be that you want me to be in a bad mood every day?" Zijun rolled his eyes at him, and took a hand towel to wipe his hands.

Tong Zhenyu smiled, and walked out of the kitchen with her after she dried her hands.

When he came to the living room, he put the insulated lunch box in his hand on the tea table, pulled her to sit on the sofa, hugged her in his arms, and said with a smile: "Is it because I want to take you back to Tong's compound at night, so I'm in a good mood?"

If she was in a good mood for going home with him, he was very happy.

"No," Zijun broke free from his arms, and looked at him who was wearing a shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned, the shirt was undone by three buttons, the sleeves were rolled up a little in an orderly manner, and he stared at her with clear and deep eyes.

"What makes you feel good?" Tong Zhenyu raised his brows slightly. Is there anything better than taking her home to make her feel better?

"I met Xu Ruoxi when I went shopping in Coastal City," Zijun said directly without hiding anything.

Tong Zhenyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her intently: "And then?"

"She saw me driving your Lamborghini, seeing me use your wallet, seeing me buy things with your card, and she seemed to be—pissed off."

The corners of Tong Zhenyu's mouth curved up, revealing a few white teeth: "So, you are in a very good mood?"

".." Zijun looked up at him slightly, and was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say.

"She can make you feel better than make you feel bad," Tong Zhenyu reached out and pulled her wrist and said, "Let's go, let's go upstairs to change clothes, it's about time, and it's time to go."

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Zijun is wearing a pink dress, the long hair of the shawl is down, combed it with a comb, and hangs naturally on the shoulders, just patted some moisturizing water on the freshly washed face, no cosmetics are used, look It gives a refreshing feeling.

Tong Zhenyu came out of the shower, opened the closet to find a shirt, Zijun suddenly stopped him: "Zhenyu, wait a minute."

Tong Zhenyu looked back at her, thinking he was showing her skirt, and praised with a smile: "You look good in pink, your skin is white, the pink is against the backdrop, and the white is rosy, and you look warm and generous without losing sight of it." grace."

Zijun's face immediately turned embarrassing, and he walked over, passed him, found a bag from a pile of gift bags, and took out the shirt he just bought.

Tong Zhenyu looked at the shirt she handed over, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, raising a curve: "You bought it for me?"