Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

"Sister, can you support my design?" A little boy brought a donation box to Zijun, and he was wearing a suit made of discarded plastic bags.

To be honest, the handwork is very rough, but the tailoring of the clothes fits pretty well. Zijun smiled and asked the little boy, "Did you cut the clothes on your body yourself?"

The little boy blushed slightly, and then answered honestly: "No. My mother cut it for me."

Zijun nodded, took out a piece of 50 yuan, and when he was about to throw it in, he asked, "What are you going to buy with this money? Cutting tools?"

"No," the little boy shook his head again, and the girl next to him said, "We are going to use the money raised to make new clothes for the children in the orphanage, so that they can all wear new clothes for the New Year."

Just for a moment, Zijun's nose was ignored, warm liquid welled up in her eye sockets, and she even felt like crying uncontrollably.

She remembered that when she was young, she also worked as a volunteer with her mother. At that time, she and her mother went to the orphanage the most, because her mother was the director of the kindergarten and loved children since she was a child.

Shao Meizhen not only brings food to the children in the orphanage, she also gives lessons to the children, so that they can experience the games and happiness that children in the kindergarten can enjoy.

How long has it been since you have been to an orphanage?It seems that after breaking up with Lin Chengfei, she has been immersed in her own affairs, has been entangled in her own affairs, and forgot about the children in the orphanage.

"Sister, are you unwilling to support us?" Seeing that Zijun was holding a 50 yuan bill in his hand but did not put it into the donation box, the little girl couldn't help asking again in a crisp voice.

"No," Zijun quickly shook his head, took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, and said, "My sister suddenly felt that it was not sincere enough to support 50 yuan, so she decided to change it."

After Zijun finished speaking, he took out another 50-yuan red note from his bag, and put it together with the [-]-yuan note into the donation box.

"Thank you, sister, thank you for your love!" The little girl and the boy said in unison, and they walked towards another audience with a donation box.

"You are very generous, you are the most supporter among all the supporters." Tong Zhenyu said with a smile: "I just watched from the sidelines. You are really the only one with the green notes."

Zijun gave him a hard look. What do you mean: "If someone asks you, you will only support one yuan?"

Tong Zhenyu said with a smile: "This is originally an activity, and it is more or less a heart. If we really want to donate, we will naturally make a big donation. This is a public welfare activity, and it is enough to do what we want."

"Then when a child comes to ask you, I think you can donate one yuan." Zijun stared at him and said.

"Why..." Tong Zhenyu hadn't finished speaking when a little girl wearing a newspaper skirt came to him.

"Uncle, can you support me?" The little girl's voice was crisp.

Before Tong Zhenyu had time to answer, the little boy who had just come to see Zhang Zijun ran over and said to the little girl, "This sister has already supported us just now. She voted 150 yuan. The whole family can support us once. No, you can’t ask people for double support.”

"Oh, thank you sister, thank you uncle!" The little girl in a skirt made of newspaper immediately walked away with the little boy.

Tong Zhenyu frowned depressedly, looked at Zhang Zijun and asked, "Why do they call me uncle, but call you sister? They also say that we are a family, how can uncle and sister become a family?"

"Hahaha." Zhang Zijun immediately laughed out loud, and then joked, "They must think I'm your daughter."

After Zhang Zijun finished speaking, he immediately turned around and ran towards the entrance of the supermarket. Tong Zhenyu chased after him and shouted: "Zhang Zijun, stop and tell me clearly. Do I have a daughter as old as you?"

When Tong Zhenyu roared, the people next to him looked over immediately, looking at Zhang Zijun who was smiling in front, and then at Tong Zhenyu who was chasing up.

These two are father and daughter?impossible?That man is so young, did he have plastic surgery?

So someone sighed: "Hey, Korean plastic surgery has messed up people's generations. If the two of them hadn't shouted there, we would have thought they were husband and wife or brother and sister."

"That's right," someone next to him continued to sigh, "But who knew that those two were actually father and daughter? Then if a father wants to find a girlfriend younger than his daughter, he can find it."

"So, plastic surgery is better not to mess around. What good is it for you to see your father look so young? You took your daughter out and thought it was a lover." Someone shook his head and said.

And Tong Zhenyu caught Zhang Zijun in the midst of everyone's discussion, and he was so angry that he was green: "I will never accompany you to the supermarket again, causing people to say that I am a generation older than you."

Zhang Zijun just laughed, and when he saw him pushing the shopping cart, he walked towards the supermarket with him, then nodded solemnly and said, "Well, I just decided that we will not go to the supermarket tomorrow, and we will go to the orphanage."

"What?" Tong Zhenyu was taken aback, and couldn't help but glared at Zhang Zijun: "What nerve is wrong with you again? This is definitely not something I planned, I clearly planned tomorrow."

"Put away your plans first." Zijun said to him with a smile: "The children just reminded me that the Chinese New Year will be the day after tomorrow, but the children in the orphanage have no new clothes to wear, and they probably don't have delicious dumplings to eat." , so I plan to buy three bags of flour and a hundred catties of pork, and tomorrow I will go to the orphanage to help the children make dumplings and kiss them for a New Year’s meal.”

"Zhang Zijun!" Tong Zhenyu couldn't help shouting.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Zijun turned to look at Tong Zhenyu who pushed the shopping cart.

"Well, can we discuss it?" Tong Zhenyu rubbed his forehead with his hands and asked.

"What do you want to discuss?" Zijun pretended not to know, but in fact he had vaguely guessed something in his heart.

Sure enough, I heard Tong Zhenyu say: "Can you exchange the 1 catties of pork from the three generations of flour into money? Can we send [-] yuan to the orphanage? Let them buy more pork and flour."

"But I want to make dumplings for them myself," Zijun looked at Tong Zhenyu and said in a low voice, "In the past, if my mother didn't go back to her hometown for the New Year, she would go to the orphanage to make dumplings for those children."

When Zijun mentioned her mother Shao Meizhen's nose was sore, she took a deep breath and said, "Now, my mother is gone, and this year I didn't accompany my father back to my hometown for the New Year, so I also want to go to the orphanage to help the children pack their bags. A meal of dumplings makes a New Year’s meal.”