Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Zhang Wanqi has stayed abroad for ten years, so she is naturally familiar with festivals such as Christmas Eve and Christmas, and she is also used to celebrating Christmas Eve.

As for her family, her father is very busy, and her mother is a traditional woman. Naturally, she doesn't know anything about Christmas Eve. In her mother's world view, Christmas Eve and Christmas are shopping festivals.

She originally wanted to stay at home, but in the afternoon, she couldn't stay anymore. She walked from upstairs to downstairs, and from downstairs to upstairs, but she didn't know what to do.

Finally, after five o'clock in the afternoon, A Mei, a former college classmate, called and asked her to go to the party. She was like a lost child who finally found her way.

Since Shi Jingtian was blocked, she has stayed at home for the past few days, and she is almost sick from suffocation. If she doesn't go out to get some air, she is afraid that she will suffocate to death at home.

"Wanqi, it's time for dinner, where are you going?" Mrs. Zhang hurriedly asked when she saw her daughter going downstairs.

My daughter said that Christmas Eve for foreigners is the same as New Year’s Eve for Chinese people, that is, New Year’s Eve, so she bought vegetables in the afternoon and came back to make dumplings.

"A classmate called, saying that there is a party," Zhang Wanqi answered without replying, and walked directly to her car, opened the door and got in the car.

Mrs. Zhang hurried to catch up: "Wanqi, your father said he would come back to spend Christmas Eve with us. My dumplings are almost finished, and you still go out. When will you come back?"

"I don't know," Zhang Wanqi rolled down the window and said to Mrs. Zhang outside the car: "Mom, you and Dad don't have to wait for me to eat dumplings. I'm having a party with friends, so I'm probably going to be back later. You guys eat first."

"Gathering, what's there to get together?" Mrs. Zhang looked at her with a sigh: "Wanqi, how old are you, and now you don't follow Zhensheng anymore, then you should think about your own affairs. Girls are getting older, dragged on for a year, a few more years..."

Mrs. Zhang hadn't finished reading when she heard the sound of a car, looked up, and saw her daughter's car had already driven out. Obviously, her daughter was impatient to listen to her nagging.

Mrs. Zhang looked at the car her daughter had already driven away and shook her head. She really couldn't help herself. She and Zhang Dajun only had this baby bump.

Over the years, she has worried about this and that, but she has not worried about her daughter's marriage, because she only thinks that her daughter has an engagement with Tong Zhensheng, and she will naturally marry Tong Zhensheng in the future.

But now, it is obviously impossible for her daughter to be with Tong Zhensheng. She couldn't help but think of Wang Lun's son that her husband said last night. It seems that Wang Lun's son is only six or seven years older than Wanqi.

Wang Lun, like Zhang Dajun, is from the Changhe Group. Zhang Dajun is Tong Tiexin's special assistant, while Wang Lun is the vice president of the Changhe Group, and his position is no lower than that of Zhang Dajun.

She originally wanted to tell her daughter about this tonight, but now that her daughter is gone, it seems that she has to hurry up and talk to her daughter, and then arrange for her daughter to meet Wang Lun's son.

The parents of both parties are very familiar. If the two children have no objection when they meet, then hurry up and get engaged and married. They are not too young, so there is no point in procrastinating.

When Zhang Wanqi drove to the Shuixie Huadu that Amei had agreed upon, Amei was already waiting for her there. She thought she was just drinking, drinking and eating as usual, but she didn't know until she was going to play a new game tonight. patterns.

"Isn't it Christmas Eve tonight? We're going to have a masked dance," Amei said to Wanqi very mysteriously, and then glanced at her car: "Where's your boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Wanqi was a little dazed and didn't realize it. Didn't Amei say she wanted to bring her boyfriend?Besides, she no longer has a boyfriend.

"It's Tong Zhensheng," Amei gave her a look, "Aren't you Tong Zhensheng's fiancée? Didn't I tell you on the phone to bring your husband?

"Tong Zhensheng broke up with me. I don't have a boyfriend anymore. Don't talk about my husband." Zhang Wanqi shrugged her shoulders and gave Amei a white look. Do you think I still have fun with him?"

"I thought those things were just speculation, but I didn't expect it to be true, so what do you do?" Amei immediately looked at her with sympathy: "Wanqi, you have been with Tong Zhensheng for so many years, you are really... .....Tong Zhensheng is such an asshole, he dared to bully you, let's go, I'll settle the score for you!"

"Come on, don't deliberately add fuel to the flames here, I'm fine," Zhang Wanqi hurriedly held Amei, who was a little irritable, with her hand: "Let's go, let's not talk about having a masked dance."

"It's going to be a masked dance, but you don't have a male companion," Amei sighed and said, "This masked dance was thought up by Ah Hua. Everyone brings their own male companions, and then both men and women put on masks." , can’t see each other’s face, and then exchange partners to dance at the ball, to see who has a tacit understanding with the male partner, and can find his other half under the mask.”

"That's it, but I..." Zhang Wanqi was saying that I don't have a male companion, or I wouldn't participate, and she is not in the mood to participate in this kind of dance now.

However, just as she started talking, the phone rang several times. She took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. She frowned slightly and pressed the answer button without thinking too much.

Originally I thought they were selling houses or selling insurance or lending loans, but as soon as he said "Hello", Shi Jingtian's voice came: "Are you in the Waterside Flower City? I saw your car."

"......Well," she couldn't say if she wasn't there, because people saw her car, and she was still standing by the car at this moment.

"I happened to be there too," Shi Jingtian continued, "On Christmas Eve tonight, I don't know what to do or where to go by myself. If you are alone, how about the two of us make do with this festival?"

If there is no mask dance tonight, Zhang Wanqi will definitely refuse, but at the moment she is short of a male companion, so she pondered for a while and said: "Well, since you saw my car, come to my car to find me Well, I'll just stand here."

After hanging up the phone, looking at Amei who was beside me, he said, "It's just that I found a boyfriend, or else I plan to go back. I didn't attend your masked dance by myself."

"So fast?" Amei was a little surprised at her, and asked, "By the way, Wanqi, who is the male partner you are looking for?"

Before Zhang Wanqi could answer, Shi Jingtian had already walked towards them. Seeing Shi Jingtian's eyes widened, Ah Mei couldn't help exclaiming in Wanqi's ear: "Wanqi, you and An Rou... ...Do you mean to change husbands?"