Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Both eyes were red and swollen from crying too much, and the long hair in the shawl was a little messy, making it impossible to combine her with the perfect fairy-like pianist in the newspaper.

Xu Ruoxi put his hands on the car door, and raised his eyes to look at Tong Zhenyu who was standing in front of him. He kept one hand in his trouser pocket and the other on the courtyard door next to him. Unbearable.

"What's the matter?" Tong Zhenyu looked sideways at the woman in front of him, his voice was weak and alienated.

"Brother Yu, I want to be with you..."

"Don't call me so affectionate," Tong Zhenyu interrupted her words lightly, looked at her and said, "You can call me Tong Ershao, or you can call me Tong Zhenyu, just don't call me Brother or Yu, that will make my fiancée misunderstand .”

"Fiancee?" Xu Ruoxi only felt that this word was particularly ironic, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "If I remember correctly, I was your fiancee more than a month ago, right?"

"Yes," Tong Zhenyu didn't evade, his voice was still very cold, indifferent and alienated: "But you also know that was more than a month ago, not now, but now—"

Tong Zhenyu paused at this point, and then pulled his lips with a touch of sarcasm: "Now you and I each have our own significant other, not to mention, you, who are pure and pure, have already helped other men get pregnant, haven't you?"

For some reason, Xu Ruoxi only felt that the words 'bingqingyujie' were four slaps on her face, making her feel ashamed in an instant.

"If there is nothing else, then I'll go in first," Tong Zhenyu glanced at Xu Ruoxi standing there, and stretched out his hand to push open the courtyard door.

..

Zijun came out of the shower in the guest room on the third floor. Perhaps because it was late at night, he felt a little dizzy and wanted to sleep.

She found a hair dryer and went to the floor-to-ceiling window to dry her hair. She only wanted to dry her hair early and go to bed, but she inadvertently glanced downstairs, and then, the hand that was blowing her hair froze immediately.

Downstairs, at the gate of the courtyard, stood a tall and straight figure, that was Tong Zhenyu.

However, opposite to him, the person standing at this moment is—Xu Ruoxi!

Xu Ruoxi was not in the hospital in the middle of the night to guard her father, but unexpectedly came to Tong Zhenyu's villa, what did she mean?

Zijun looked downstairs, Xu Ruoxi seemed to be crying, she reached out to pull Tong Zhenyu's arm, but Tong Zhenyu cleverly avoided it, and Xu Ruoxi raised her hand to slap Tong Zhenyu's face in the air, but Tong Zhenyu slapped her in the air Reached out and grabbed it.

Because of the distance, I couldn't hear what Tong Zhenyu said, but through the glass window, Zijun also knew what Tong Zhenyu was saying to Xu Ruoxi.

As for Xu Ruoxi's face, from anger to anger at the beginning, to mixed shame and anger later on, the streetlights were a bit dim, and the change in the color of her face could not be seen clearly, but it probably wasn't much better.

But Tong Zhenyu let go of Xu Ruoxi's wrist, and then took out a tissue to wipe his hands as if he was disgusted with something, then threw the tissue on the ground before turning around and looking up.

Tong Zhenyu suddenly turned around and raised his head. It was too late for Zijun to dodge. Tong Zhenyu thought he had sensed something, and looked straight at her window.

The moment Zijun's gaze met Tong Zhenyu's, he was taken aback for a moment, then quickly withdrew his gaze, turned around, and closed the curtains.

It was obvious that her hair hadn't dried yet, but she lost her mind. She threw away the hair dryer and lay down on the bed agitatedly. Before she could close her eyes, there was a light knock on the door.

Zijun turned over and sat up, and when he heard the knock on the door, he couldn't help feeling confused.

Kneading his forehead with his hands, his brain uncontrollably played back the scene where Xu Ruoxi and Tong Zhenyu's hands were entangled in the yard downstairs just now.

Tong Zhenyu and Xu Ruoxi have been in love for so many years, and their love was once called a "love legend". Two people who love so deeply, naturally have their own secrets between them.

She told herself repeatedly that getting together again with Tong Zhenyu was not about feelings, not love, but just the use of mutual needs.

But even so, when she thought about the past between her and Xu Ruoxi, she still had some uncontrollable caresses.

The knock on the door rang for a long time, and finally disappeared automatically, probably because of exhaustion of patience, he turned around and left.

She breathed a long sigh of relief in her heart, thinking that the door had not been locked, so she went to the door again, thought about it, and finally pulled the door open a gap.

The door was empty, she subconsciously looked left and right, but saw nothing, let alone a figure.

Inexplicably, a feeling of disappointment surged in her heart, she turned around to close the door, but in the next second, the door was pushed open from the outside, and then, Tong Zhenyu, who was standing at the door, was looking at her with a smile.

Zijun's face turned red in an instant, thinking that the way he was looking at the door just now must have been seen by him who was hiding aside, that's why he smiled so proudly at this moment.

Zijun was suddenly a little annoyed, she found that she could not escape Tong Zhenyu's palm, it was like this before she married him for the first time last year, and it was the second time this year, and it was still like this.

Between her and Tong Zhenyu, it seemed that he had already rehearsed a scene, he was like a director, he always knew where to appear, and he could always control her emotions very well.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" He closed the door gently behind him, looking at her with a smile on his lips.

"I..." She originally wanted to explain, but she only said one word, and then she never had a chance to say the second word, because he suddenly stepped forward and kissed her.

Zijun only had time to say 'um', and subconsciously wanted to back away, but he didn't give her such a chance, he just hugged her even tighter.

After some lingering lips and tongues, Tong Zhenyu embraced her and came to the bedside, let go of her, stroked her lips with his slightly rough fingertips, and stared at her with his head down.

Zijun slowly opened his eyes, in his hazy vision, he was staring down at her whose cheeks were like peach blossoms in March, his eyes were full of ambiguous smiles.

Seeing that she was silent, he gently raised her chin with his hand, raised his thin lips slightly, and asked in a very gentle voice: "What's the matter, you seem to be in a bad mood?"

Zijun pushed him with his hands, avoiding his eyes that could almost read people's hearts, and didn't intend to answer his question.

But no matter how hard she tried, he sat beside her as firm as a rock, motionless, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Am I being funny?"

Zijun's cheeks were flushed, and he asked him a little angrily: "Is it true that in your eyes, I have always been a top, controlled by you with a rope, so you don't have to worry about the top's feelings at all?"