Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

When Tong Zhenyu drove to the Second Hospital, he saw such a scene.

Xu Yunchang's gray face was cold and dark, and he was sitting on the author's wheelchair. Wu Yuling stood aside with a look of fear, and Cheng Shaoxiang also stood with a cold face not far away, but he didn't see Zhang Zijun's shadow.

He was stunned for a moment, but he went over to say hello to Xu Yunchang: "Uncle Xu, is Ruoxi sick?"

Just now Zijun only said on the phone that Zhang Tianzhu was going to donate blood to Xu Ruoxi, but he didn't say why Xu Ruoxi needed a blood transfusion, that's why he asked.

"That unworthy thing." Xu Yunchang gritted his teeth angrily when he mentioned his daughter. He didn't expect his daughter to be so hopeless, she would cut her wrists and commit suicide in order to marry Cheng Shaoxiang.

Xu Ruoxi committed suicide?Tong Zhenyu was taken aback for a moment, and then a faint sarcasm was drawn from the corner of his mouth.

He still remembered that Xu Ruoxi got drunk in Chenxi Pavilion last year because he didn't rush there, and then caught a cold and had a high fever in the bathroom. He thought that Xu Ruoxi would only do this for him, but it turned out that Xu Ruoxi was even worse for Cheng Shaoxiang.

"Ruoxi's vitality is tenacious, so she should be able to survive it..." Tong Zhenyu comforted Xu Yunchang symbolically.

"Where are Zijun and Uncle Zhang?" Tong Zhenyu was asking Zhao Rong who was standing behind Xu Yunchang's wheelchair, because he met Zhao Rong at Zhang Tianzhu's house and was considered an acquaintance.

"Ms. Zhang went to the laboratory to draw blood, and Zijun also went to the laboratory to accompany Teacher Zhang." Zhao Rong pointed to the laboratory at the end of the corridor.

Tong Zhenyu nodded, thanked Aunt Zhao, turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor, glanced inside the emergency room as he passed by, and then quickly passed through.

When passing by Cheng Shaoxiang, Cheng Shaoxiang called him: "Zhenyu."

He stopped, glanced at Cheng Shaoxiang, nodded, and comforted: "You don't have to be too sad, I believe she will get better."

The corner of Cheng Shaoxiang's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Tong Zhenyu came to the laboratory and found that Zhang Zijun's father was sitting side by side on a plastic stool. Zhang Tianzhu's face was a little pale and he didn't look very well.

"Uncle Zhang?" Tong Zhenyu called him softly, squatted down and looked at him and asked, "Are you okay?"

Zhang Tianzhu glanced at Tong Zhenyu and was about to speak, when the nurse shouted inside: "Zhang Tianzhu, your blood type is suitable for donating blood, you can come in to draw blood now."

"Dad," Zijun shouted nervously, grabbing his wrist with his hands and looking at him.

Zhang Tianzhu sighed softly, gently opened Zijun's hand, and then said: "I'll just treat it as donating blood to strangers I don't know. If you donate blood, you still don't know who the blood will be lost to." ?”

"..." Zijun was silent, and Zhang Tianzhu had already got up, and followed the nurse who came out.

Zijun stood up quickly, followed Zhang Tianzhe for a few steps, and had no choice but to stop until he saw him enter a gate that no one else could enter.

"Zijun," Tong Zhenyu walked over and held her cold hand tightly in his palm, until she was trembling helplessly.

He raised his hand, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her gently on the forehead, before saying softly: "Don't worry, Dad will be fine."

"How could he be fine?" Zijun opened his mouth, tears were already rolling in his eyes, and the strength he had just pretended in front of his father collapsed instantly at this moment.

Seeing her so excited all of a sudden, Tong Zhenyu was a little at a loss, so he could only hug her tightly and call her softly: "Zijun,"

"Xu Yunchang and I have the same blood type, but Xu Ruoxi and my father have the same blood type. And Xu Ruoxi and I look so similar, tell me. What's going on?"

Zijun flung herself into Tong Zhenyu's arms, tears finally welled up in her eyes, no matter how much she didn't want to admit that she was Xu Yunchang's daughter, but the fact was here, she couldn't deny it, and she couldn't deny it.

Tong Zhenyu didn't know how to comfort her, and he didn't know what was going on. He couldn't do anything other than hug her in his arms and give her his own warmth and strength.

In fact, before Zhang Zijun was able to donate blood to Xu Yunchang, he also suspected that Zhang Zijun and Xu Ruoxi were twin sisters, because I heard that Wu Yuling was indeed born with twins more than [-] years ago, but the other child is said to be less than one Moon died.

But now, Zhang Tianzhu was able to donate blood to Xu Ruoxi, which was indeed a bit messy, because if Wu Yuling had twins, it would be impossible for Wu Yuling to give birth to Xu Yunchang and Zhang Tianzhu's children at the same time, right?

Moreover, were Zhang Tianzhu and Wu Yuling related more than [-] years ago?It seems that he has never heard anyone mention it to him?

Zijun choked up in Tong Zhenyu's arms for a long time, and raised his head after he stabilized his excitement. When he found that he had wet Tong Zhenyu's chest, he immediately felt embarrassed again.

"I'm sorry, I." Her hand gently stroked his white shirt.

"It's okay." Seeing that her mood had stabilized, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Let's go, let's go out and wait for Dad. He should have gone to the emergency room for a blood transfusion."

Zijun nodded, and Tong Zhenyu took out a handkerchief to help her wipe her face, and then said with a smile: "Supplement is good, no matter how much you cry, you don't have to worry about your makeup getting ruined."

"..." Zijun was speechless, took the handkerchief and wiped it by himself. This was the first time she cried in front of him.

"I used to think you were very strong," Tong Zhenyu took the handkerchief she had wiped her face, wiped her chest briefly, and folded the handkerchief carefully.

"I'm also very strong now," Zijun retorted unconvinced.

Tong Zhenyu smiled, did not expose her hypocrisy, just took her hand and walked towards the emergency room: "Let's go, my strong girl, let me accompany you through one difficulty after another."

"..." Zi Junmo couldn't help but ask after a while: "Are you studying liberal arts?"

"No, I'm a science student," Tong Zhenyu answered truthfully.

"But the sentence you just said is so poetic that I mistakenly thought you were a liberal arts student." When Zijun said this, the corner of his mouth pulled a hint of sarcasm: "It seems that she has a deep influence on you."

"." This time, it was Tong Zhenyu's turn and didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, the emergency room had already arrived. Seeing the two of them coming out, Xu Yunchang immediately understood what was going on. He glared at Wu Yuling angrily, and then coldly shouted: "Come with me!"

Wu Yuling's body trembled instinctively. She glanced at Tong Zhenyu and Zhang Zijun, and then at the frosty Xu Yunchang. Finally, she dared not refuse. She walked over and pushed Xu Yunchang's wheelchair towards the corridor behind.