Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

"Tong Zhenyu," Zijun yelled annoyedly, his face flushed and his muscles swollen, and he glared at him fiercely, his lips pouting high because of his anger.

Seeing her like this, Tong Zhenyu couldn't help laughing, but Zijun quickly pushed him away with his hands, and was about to jump off the bed after throwing off the quilt: "I'm going back to the guest room."

But Tong Zhenyu quickly reached out and hugged her from behind, his face was covered, and his thin lips were breathing warmly by her earlobe.

Zijun's face became hotter and hotter, and he pushed hard, wanting to turn around and leave him.

Naturally, Tong Zhenyu would not give her such a chance, he stretched out his hand and pulled her over forcefully to let her lie on the bed, while he himself lay down along with her, and then hugged her tightly.

"Hey, don't do this..." Zijun turned his head to the side and shouted in a slightly panting voice, trying to stop his further movements.

But how could Tong Zhenyu listen to her, his big hands had already penetrated into his shirt she was wearing, and he was rolling up his shirt layer by layer...

"Hello..." Zhang Zijun quickly grabbed the hand that was messing with her, suppressed the trembling in his body, and shouted nervously: "There is someone sleeping downstairs..."

Tong Zhenyu laughed lowly, his deep black eyes narrowed slightly, but the ambiguity at the bottom of the eyes became deeper and deeper, his hand lifted her Xiao Qiao's oval chin, and he gnawed it lightly before stopping, Holding her fragrant shoulders with his hands, he coaxed her: "Don't worry, they are all asleep."

"But what if he woke up?" Zijun shook his head with a nervous expression on his face: "Don't...it's not good to be heard."

Zhang Zijun didn't even notice that she had changed from resisting to Tong Zhenyu's request for intercourse.

"This room is soundproofed," he coaxed her: "You won't hear the neighbors, let alone the downstairs."

"But now...it seems to be dawn, what if...they wake up?" Zijun was still a little worried, because the heavy curtains made it impossible for her to recognize the light outside the window.

"How can it be so fast?" Tong Zhenyu kissed her hot cheek: "It's still early before dawn... um..."

"But...."

"No, but," he had already blocked her mouth, and his deep and hoarse voice escaped from his throat: "Zijun, do you know why I married you last year?"

Her original struggling movement stopped, she stared at him blankly, and asked stupidly: "Is there any other reason?"

"The first time I saw you, I was thinking, what posture should I use to enter your body..."

..

Zhang Zijun didn't get up until noon, and when she got up, there was no one else in the villa except her.

Her face was ashamed as if she was covered with a red cloth. Thinking of what Zhang Wenqing and his sister would think if they didn't see her coming downstairs in the morning, she wished she could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

She was too soft-hearted, that's why she was coaxed by Tong Zhenyu again and again, and Tong Zhenyu ate her up and left, leaving her alone in this villa.

On Saturday, when she didn't go to work, she came downstairs after washing up, and there was a note on the dining table, written by Tong Zhenyu who could only speak ordinary Chinese characters.

"Zijun, I went to play golf with my adoptive father and aunt. The breakfast is in the refrigerator. You can eat it after you wake up."

Opening the refrigerator door, I saw breakfast, sandwiches, fried eggs, No. [-] slice of bread, yogurt, and apples. The nutrition was well balanced.

With a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, she took the breakfast out of the refrigerator, heated it in the microwave in the kitchen, and then sat at the dining table and ate breakfast slowly.

Just enjoying the rare personal time alone, the phone rang, and she took it out naturally, but the person who called was her father who was far away in her hometown.

"Dad," Zijun yelled with some indistinct words while still chewing on a slice of bread.

"Zijun, yesterday I called the school to ask if I could teach next semester. The school leader hesitated and asked me to ask you, what's going on?" Zhang Tianzhu asked dissatisfiedly on the phone .

"Ah?" Zhang Zijun was taken aback. She had been worried about this, so she encouraged her father to stay with grandma in her hometown. The matter was delayed.

Unexpectedly, her father, who was far away in her hometown, was also concerned about her going to school next year, and how would she explain this matter to her father.

"Ah, what?" Zhang Tianzhu was obviously dissatisfied with his daughter's attitude on the phone: "Zijun, it's noon now, what are you busy with? What am I asking you?"

"Oh, I'm drinking water." Zijun didn't dare to say that he was still eating breakfast at the moment, so he hurried to the sofa next to him and picked up a glass of water to drink. After drinking, he realized that what he just drank was Tong Zhenyu's The cup, probably the water he didn't finish drinking in the morning.

"Have you finished drinking the water?" Zhang Tianzhu laughed on the phone: "Drink slowly, don't choke, and tell me after drinking."

Zijun said in his heart, what am I telling you?You originally drove illegally and had such a big traffic accident. You were sentenced to a two-year reprieve because you became a vegetable. Naturally, with your status, it is impossible to go back to school, right?

Of course, Zijun can only say such things to himself in his heart, and must not say it to his father, otherwise, what a blow to his father will be.

After thinking for a while, she said to Zhang Tianzhu on the phone: "Dad, didn't you have a car accident? You were unconscious at the time. I don't know when you will wake up, so I went to the Education Bureau to apply for you." Suspension procedures, I was thinking that you might not wake up so soon, so I went through a one-year suspension..."

"One year?" Zhang Tianzhu exclaimed on the phone: "Why is it so long?"

"Dad, a year isn't very long, right?" Zijun shouted on the phone, "It will be June next year, and if you want to go to work, you can do it in September next year."

"September next year?" Zhang Tianzhu shouted very unhappy on the phone: "Then what am I going to do this year?"

"Dad, have you been taking care of your health this year?" Zijun said to Zhang Tianzhu on the phone with some dumbfounding: "Your health is not yet fully recovered. Besides, Mom is still in the United States and hasn't come back. You What are you doing in such a hurry to go to work?"

"Didn't I think that you are not enough to make enough money at home?" Zhang Tianzhu said on the phone: "I don't go to work, I have no income every month, and the family expenses are so big, how will we live this year?"

"Dad, I didn't tell you. The money I got from Tong Zhenyu's divorce last year has not been used up yet. There are hundreds of thousands left, which is enough for us to support this year." Zijun quickly lied to comfort his father.

"Okay..." Zhang Tianzhu on the phone was a little helpless, but he could only accept this reality.