Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

"Of course I opened the door to come in." Tong Zhenyu came to her with a smile, put the tray on the bedside table, sat down by the bed and said to her with a smile: "Could it be that you think I'm a painted skin and can come in through the wall. "

"But... I'm obviously locked up." Zijun still didn't react.

"This is my house," Tong Zhenyu couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to pull her over and hugged her, and said ambiguously: "I don't have a key in my own house? You are so stupid, you still locked it? You Can you lock me up?"

"." Zhang Zijun was speechless, she forgot about the key.

Tong Zhenyu had already embraced her into the conversation, but he himself sat behind her, reached out to hold a glass of wine and handed it to her: "Here, this is specially made for you.'

"I don't drink," Zijun shook his head, "I'm going to bed now, drinking is bad for my stomach, what should I do if I can't fall asleep later?"

"Do exercise if you can't sleep," Tong Zhenyu smiled ambiguously, holding a wine glass in one hand and slipping into her loose pajamas with the other: "Of course you will be able to fall asleep when you are tired after exercising."

"But me." Zijun was about to say something, but Tong Zhenyu had already brought the wine glass to her mouth.

She didn't want to drink it, but the wine smelled very fragrant, so she couldn't help but took a sip. It was really fragrant, and it didn't smell like wine, but more like fruit juice.

"Well, it's delicious," she tasted the sweetness in one sip, stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, then lowered her head and took another big sip, feeling that she couldn't finish it.

Seeing that she drank deliciously, he couldn't help but feel greedy, and asked, "Is it really that delicious?"

"It's delicious," she raised her head, with a happy smile on her face, and the previous anger disappeared because of this glass of wine.

"Give me a drink." Tong Zhenyu said suddenly.

"Huh?" Zijun, who just took a sip of wine into his mouth, didn't realize it, forgot to swallow the wine, and just stared at Tong Zhenyu blankly with the wine in his mouth.

In the next second, Tong Zhenyu's lips were already printed, and by the time she realized it, the wine in her mouth had been drained by her coefficient.

"It's delicious," he clung to her lips unsatisfactorily, with no intention of withdrawing.

"Hey, Tong Zhenyu..." Zijun pushed him back nervously, but how could he push?

And his hand had already put down the wine glass, and then fell along her waist, then lifted the skirt of her nightgown, and slowly climbed in.

When she realized something, it was too late, she grabbed her hand, and buckled it on his belt, a low and bewitching voice sounded beside her earlobe: "Zijun, untie it."

After drinking, Zhang Zijun's cheeks were flushed, the corners of his eyes and brows were all charming, as if he had been bewitched by him, he unexpectedly undid his belt buckle with a click.

Then, he put her hand on the zipper again, bewitching in a low voice: "Open it, Jun'er. Mmm."

pull away?She pressed her hand mechanically downwards, and heard a slight 'stab', the zipper was pulled open, and then. .

She thought he would be in a hurry as usual, but in fact, tonight he was very patient, he lowered his head, bit off the butterfly on the shoulder strap of her nightgown, and then slowly bit her to sleep with his teeth The shoulder straps of the dress point all the way down. .

This kind of thing was already familiar, and both of them drank cocktails again, and their enthusiasm was quickly aroused. Tong Zhenyu knew every sensitive part of her.

So, after a few minutes, she was out of breath, and she felt extremely free all of a sudden, and he didn't make her wait any longer, filling her emptiness with her favorite method. .

Passion is like the leaves of the hazel tree in autumn. It is red-hot and clattering, and it burns more and more vigorously in the autumn wind. .

Zhang Zijun felt like a hazel leaf fluttering in the autumn wind, being blown into the sky for a while, falling into the roots of the tree for a while, dancing with the wind for a while, and staying quietly with the roots for a while. .

When the passion reached the boiling point, she only felt a piece of white flowers floating in front of her eyes, and vaguely heard Tong Zhenyu whispering in a low voice: "Juner, I love..."

She didn't know what he loved, because she fainted immediately afterwards, anyway, Tong Zhenyu loved so many things, how could she remember what he loved?

Tong Zhenyu looked at the fainted woman under him and shook his head. He fainted now. He hasn't finished yet. It seems that he still lacks exercise. He has to get a marriage certificate with her quickly.

After I get a marriage certificate, I can spend tenderness and affection with her every night, and I don't have to look at my father-in-law's face anymore, and I don't have to wait until my father-in-law is not at home to bring her back.

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Zijun set the alarm clock before going to bed, because she was thinking about going to the orphanage to make dumplings for the children today, so the alarm clock woke her up at seven o'clock in the morning.

Opening his eyes, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes naturally. When he was about to get up, he suddenly realized that an arm was clasped around his waist, and she. .

Well, Tong Zhenyu seems to have come to her room last night, and then offered her a cocktail, but before she finished the cocktail, he swallowed her as a cocktail.

Taking a deep breath, he used his hand to remove the arm that was clasped around her waist. Just as he was about to get up, the arm was clasped mechanically again, as if there was no place for his hand to put it without clasping her waist. .

After doing this several times, Zhang Zijun finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted in a low voice: "Tong Zhenyu."

"Sleep a little longer." Tong Zhenyu's slightly hoarse voice rang in her ears, and the hot breath came to her neck, itching.

"I can't sleep anymore. Today we are going to the orphanage to make dumplings for our friends." Zijun pushed Tong Zhenyu with his hand: "Get up quickly, it's getting late, don't you have to go to the vegetable market to pull pork?"

Only then did Tong Zhenyu hear about making dumplings, so he obediently took his hands away, and then lifted the quilt to get up, but the moment the quilt was lifted, Zijun quickly pulled the quilt to wrap himself up .

"Hahaha." Tong Zhenyu laughed in a good mood, looked at Zhang Zijun who was wrapped in the quilt, and said, "We are old couples, why haven't we shown each other before? Is there any need to be so shy?"

"I'm afraid of the cold," Zijun emphasized, and simply got out of bed wrapped in a quilt. Since he's not shy, let him sit on the bed naked.

"It's a bit cold." Tong Zhenyu hurriedly got out of bed, quickly picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, and said while putting them on, "The temperature seems to be a little low today. I wonder if it will rain?"

"I don't know, even if it's snowing, I have to go to the orphanage." Zijun had already put on his clothes, turned his head to look at Tong Zhenyu who was wearing pants, and said, "If you say you're going, you can't count your words!"