Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Of course, at Wan Shufen's age, and Su Feifei's aunt is her daughter-in-law, for the sake of family harmony and tranquility, she would naturally not say such things.

"But at noon she saw me in the second brother's car, turned around and left when I got to the second brother's car, causing the second brother to push the door and get out of the car to chase her, and then left me alone in the car. I think the second sister-in-law must not like me."

Su Feifei's eyes were red when she said this, and she looked very wronged and sad, as if it was such a big thing that she didn't like Zhang Zijun.

"I guess Zijun has other things to do. After all, Zijun is at work, so she has a lot to do at work, right?" Wan Shufen comforted Su Feifei lightly.

"Oh, I heard that sister Yuxin seems to have found a new boyfriend recently." Su Feifei suddenly changed the subject.

"Yu Xin?" Wan Shufen frowned slightly: "I haven't seen her for a long time, and no one mentioned her, but she's divorced, so it's normal to find someone else."

"Grandma, you don't seem to object to a second marriage now?" Su Feifei asked tentatively.

Wan Shufen opened her slightly closed eyes, looked at Su Feifei and frowned slightly and asked, "Feifei, what do you want to tell me?"

"What I mean is... if I fell in love with a divorced man, would you object?" Sophie asked cautiously, for fear of revealing her secret.

"Hehe, you should ask your aunt and grandfather about this," Wan Shufen said with a smile, "I don't care about your affairs, do you think so?"

Su Feifei listened to the old lady's words, but she thought in her heart, doesn't it make it clear that she likes Zhang Zijun and doesn't like me?

"Where's my aunt?" Su Feifei hurriedly changed the subject, not wanting to talk to the old lady anymore.

"I went out after lunch, maybe I went shopping." Wan Shufen lay down on the chair again, continuing to bask in the early spring sun.

Seeing that the old lady was ignoring her, Su Feifei went in alone with her bag on her back. Since her aunt was not at home, it was better for her to change clothes and go out quickly.

. .

Zijun woke up in the middle of the night and found herself leaning in a warm embrace. Tong Zhenyu held her in his embrace. Their bodies were tightly pressed against each other. She could smell the faint smell of alcohol.

She moved slightly, and the strength around her waist was tightening, the corners of her lips curved involuntarily, and she moved closer to his arms.

"Jun'er." A murmured voice came from behind, very low and deep, spraying on her neck with a satisfied breath.

"En." She responded softly, feeling the smell of his pine wood all around.

"Don't worry." Along with his voice, his hands around her waist tightened.

Zijun was stuck against his body, unable to move at all. She turned her head and saw Tong Zhenyu frowning, as if in a dream.

"Tong Zhenyu," she raised her hand to stroke his face, looking at him with her dark and clear eyes in the darkness, calling his name softly.

His response to her was to still hold her tightly, even clinging closer to her.

Zhang Zijun's hand slid down from his cheek, along his arm and fell to his hand on her waist, and then he held it tightly, and said softly: "I'm not worried, because you are here .”

Tong Zhenyu seemed to have sensed her decision, and slowly relaxed his grip on her.

Only then did Zhang Zijun turn around in his arms, and then looked at him face to face.

She raised her hand and gently stroked his face, rubbing her fingertips between his brows, trying to smooth away those slight marks slowly.

Su Xueqi even looked for her, presumably she also looked for Tong Zhenyu, but she firmly believed that Tong Zhenyu insisted on their marriage more than her, so she didn't need to worry.

As soon as the fingertips touched the corners of his eyes, Tong Zhenyu's eyes suddenly opened.

Zhang Zijun's heart trembled slightly when he was stared into by his dark and deep eyes, and even his voice trembled: "What, what's wrong?"

Tong Zhenyu didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly, without blinking his eyes.

Zhang Zijun's heart skipped a beat when he saw him, and he was about to take back his hand when he suddenly grabbed his waist again.

"Tong Zhenyu, is something wrong?"

Tong Zhenyu seldom looked at her without speaking like this tonight, which made Zhang Zijun inexplicably flustered, and asked in a trembling voice.

Tong Zhenyu still didn't speak, Zhang Zijun became more and more anxious, and reached out to touch his forehead again, wondering if there was something wrong.

There was a faint smell of wine on his body, but it was not strong. It should be because he drank a little wine during the entertainment.

Could it be that she was angry that she didn't come back from get off work on time at night?

"I was going to come back after get off work, but when I got off work, I received a call from my dad, and then I drove back."

Tong Zhenyu originally made an appointment with her to cook dinner together at night, but Zhang Zijun didn't forget it.

However, just after get off work, I received a call from my father. It turned out that Zhang Tianzhu had returned to school, but after staying at home for more than half a year without going to school, he lost his key on the first day of class and couldn't enter the house.

Therefore, Zhang Zijun had no choice but to drive back to Zhang's house after get off work, took out the key to help his father open the door, and then went to help his father get a key before driving back to the famous city of Xinghai.

But she was unlucky. When she came back to meet the rush hour, the road was so jam-packed that the lovers simply dated in the car, so when she returned to her home in Xinghai Famous City at a snail's pace, she only saw that there were too many people at home. Tong Zhenyu's bag and no one who saw him.

She thought he must be angry, so she hurriedly called his cell phone, but Tong Zhenyu told her on the phone that he had a party and couldn't come back for dinner, so she asked her to eat alone.

She knew he was angry, and there was nothing she could do. She was no longer in the mood to cook a couple's meal alone, so she casually cooked a bowl of noodles for herself and ate it.

"I sat on the bed watching TV and waited for you after taking a shower, but who knew that I fell down and fell asleep after waiting and waiting."

Zijun blinked. He had already reached out and turned on the wall lamp. He saw that her cheeks were as red as a newly ripened peach under the light.

"Well," he finally answered, and pulled her tightly into his arms. Before she could react, he had rolled over and lay on top of her.

"Hey," she exclaimed, pushing him gently with her hands.

He lowered his head, his thin lips touched her pink lips, and his low and hoarse voice sounded bewitching: "On Valentine's Day night, how can we not do something between lovers?"