Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

"A life intertwined with heart, love is you and me, an unchanging promise in times of adversity..." The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone woke Zhang Zijun from his sleep.

Zijun woke up from his sleep, didn't even turn on the light, reached out to grab the mobile phone on the bedside table, Tong Zhenyu's name jumped on the screen.

At three o'clock in the morning, he called her?What kind of nerve is this?Could it be that you can't sleep in Japan?

He went on a business trip to Japan a few days ago, and she was so busy working on the design of Tuhao Country's airport these two days that she didn't bother to contact him by email.

After pressing the answer button, she spoke first: "What? Can't sleep in Japan?"

"Zijun, come downstairs quickly," Tong Zhenyu called on the phone.

"Downstairs? Why?" Zijun, who hadn't fully woken up, didn't realize it all at once.

"Come downstairs and treat me to dinner," Tong Zhenyu sighed and shouted on the phone: "My flight was late, and I haven't had dinner yet, so I drove back from the airport."

"What?" Zijun was taken aback. He quickly turned over from the bed, went to the bed and opened the heavy curtains to look downstairs. Sure enough, Tong Zhenyu's car was parked downstairs at her house, and he was looking up at her. Looking out of the window.

Well, she really convinced Tong Zhenyu, so she quickly said to the phone: "I'll be down right away, wait."

After saying this, I hung up the phone, hurriedly took clothes from the closet and changed them, and went to wash up briefly. Afraid of waking up my father in the master bedroom, I tiptoed to the door, gently opened the door and left go out.

Tong Zhenyu was sitting on the front of the car, looking at the dark corridor, when the light suddenly flashed in the corridor, he lit it up, and then saw Zijun in long-sleeved clothes coming out with shoulder-hanging hair.

It was past three o'clock in the morning, and the night dew in early November was still heavy. She was wearing a thin long-sleeved slim-fitting shirt and a pair of black trousers. Her face was unpainted, fresh and bright like tuberose quietly blooming at night.

He walked up to her, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead before asking in a low voice, "Why don't you wear more clothes? It's getting cold at night."

"It's cold, isn't it you?" She raised her eyes in his arms, and her dark eyes shone like black pearls in the hazy night.

He smiled, hugged her more and more tightly, let her belly stick tightly to his belly, turned around and pressed her against the car door, lowered his head, and asked with his thin lips next to her ear, "What is there this week?" Didn't miss me?"

"A week?" She looked at him slightly surprised: "Have you been away for a week? Isn't it just two or three days?"

He was annoyed, and couldn't help shouting in a low voice: "Zhang Zijun, what are you pretending in your brain all day? I'm back from a business trip for a week, okay?"

Oh, suddenly, she raised her head and looked at him apologetically: "So it's been a week? I'm sorry, I've been drawing airports every day recently, and my brain has become a paste."

"." This time, it was his turn to be speechless, and silently helped her pull the co-pilot away and let her get in the car.

"It's so late, where do you want to go for dinner?" Zijun smiled and asked Tong Zhenyu, who got in the cab, while pulling on his seat belt to put it on.

As soon as Tong Zhenyu's car door was closed, he immediately leaned over, a big face was swaying on her face, and the hot breath sprayed on her face.

"I want to eat right now," his voice was deep and hoarse, filled with suppressed desire: "My little brother is even hungrier, and right now he's crying out for pain."

Hey, Zhang Zijun's face darkened immediately, and he couldn't help shouting in a low voice: "Tong Zhenyu, do you want it?"

She didn't have a chance to shout out the latter words, because he had blocked all her breathing passages and flattened her seat.

"Tong Zhenyu, this is in the car," Zijun shouted as he turned his head aside the moment he let her go.

"You mean to go to the bed in your room upstairs?" He asked teasingly, his hands had already got into her shirt, and she was rolling up her shirt layer by layer.

"But this is in the community, and it's downstairs in my house," Zijun pushed him hard: "Tong Zhenyu, no, you can't do this, I can't...I can't accept it."

Tong Zhenyu's movements finally stopped, looked down at her, and said in a low voice, "I think you've thought very hard and are so tired, why don't you eat snails?"

"Tong-zhen-yu!" Zijun glared at him flushed with anger, reaching out to pull the door lock: "I want to get out of the car!"

Tong Zhenyu quickly reached out and grabbed her hand back, and then he became more honest, and his hands didn't make trouble anymore, but the person was still pressing on her and didn't seem to get up.

"Did you miss me?" He stared at her unblinkingly with his dark and deep eyes.

"I." Zijun only answered one word, but his face turned red.

To be honest, I really didn't think about it during the day, because I was so busy during the day in the past week that I didn't have time to think about him at all.

But it’s different at night. Lying alone in bed at night, before I fall asleep, I can’t help but think about him, what he is doing in Japan, who he is with, whether he has gone to a Japanese bar to drink, whether he has called in a bar girl for company.

Zhang Zijun realized that, at some point, she began to worry about gains and losses, and inexplicably thought of some things in her mind, and these messy things always unknowingly linked to Tong Zhenyu.

She wouldn't do this before, and she wouldn't think about these messy things when Tong Zhenyu was on a business trip for half a month before. His business trip was just like her colleague's business trip.

She didn't know if these messy thoughts meant that she was in love with Tong Zhenyu, because Apple said that when you fall in love with someone and he is not by your side, you will think wildly.

"Did you miss me?" Tong Zhenyu who didn't get the answer was not reconciled, and still lay on her body, persistently asking this question: "Hurry up and say it."

Even if Zijun couldn't see her face clearly, she could still feel her face was hot and hot. She nodded her head embarrassedly and gave a low 'hmm'.

"Thinking about it or not?" Tong Zhenyu was obviously dissatisfied with her "huh" and still persistently asked about the result.

"I think." After all, she couldn't persuade him, so she answered honestly.

"Where do you think?" Tong Zhenyu stared at her with a smile in his eyes, but continued to ask.

"..." Zijun was left speechless by Tong Zhenyu's BT. This man was said to be a gentleman. Only she knew that he was a gentleman when he put on his clothes, but a beast when he took off his clothes.

"Where do you think?" Tong Zhenyu continued to ask, completely in the posture of not letting her go without giving the result.

"Think about everything," she followed his words, blushing and gave him the answer he wanted.

He finally smiled contentedly, lowered his head, and kissed her heavily on the lips, then let go of her, helped her tidy up her messy clothes, and retreated back to the seat in the driver's cab.