Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

Zhang Zijun was kneading dough when Tong Zhenyu's cell phone called.

"Zijun, where have you been?" Tong Zhenyu's voice was full of doubts, and there was a sound of pushing the door through the receiver, probably looking for her at home.

"I'm at my father's house." Zijun held the phone with his hands that still had flour scum: "Aren't you going to give me a holiday in the afternoon? I have nothing to do, so I came to my father's house. I am kneading dough and getting ready Make some dumplings for my dad."

"Knead more noodles, I'll come over to eat at night." Tong Zhenyu ordered on the phone.

"Okay." Zhang Zijun hesitated for a while, and finally answered yes.

Today she slapped Su Feifei, and Tong Zhenyu went back to Tong's compound in the afternoon. I don't know what Su Feifei told Tong's family?

Although Mrs. Tong doesn't usually show her special liking for Su Feifei, but after all Su Feifei grew up in Tong's family compound, it is impossible to say that Wan Shufen doesn't feel sorry for Su Feifei at all.

Most importantly, Aunt Xue's father, Su Feifei's grandfather, was said to be a big shot in Beijing. Tong Zhenyu's father, Tong Tiexin, had to divorce Baiyang and marry Su Xueqi because he was afraid of that big shot.

If Su Feifei's grandfather came forward to seek justice for Su Feifei, what would Tong Zhenyu do?

When Zhang Zijun was kneading the dough, she had been thinking in a daze, and when Tong Zhenyu arrived, her dough hadn't been kneaded completely yet.

"Uh, it took me more than 20 minutes to come here, and you didn't even knead the dough well," Tong Zhenyu shook his head with a smile, washed his hands, and took the apron from her waist: "I'll knead the dough, and you chop the stuffing." , I am a master at kneading dough, you know."

"." Zhang Zijun was speechless, he didn't want to discuss the kneading problem with him, so he quickly took the leeks aside.

When Zhang Tianzhu got home from get off work, what he saw was this scene. Tong Zhenyu was rolling dough, and Zhang Zijun was making dumplings. The two cooperated very well, but there was no communication.

"What's the matter? Are you two here?" Zhang Tianzhu pushed the door in and asked with a smile.

"Dad, are you back?" Zijun looked back at his father with a smile on his face, and immediately changed the subject: "How is it? Are you feeling good in class?"

"Very good, very good," Zhang Tianzhu nodded, with a thick stack of homework in his hand, and sighed contentedly: "It's better to work, because I can be sick at home all day by myself."

"Dad is a workaholic," Tong Zhenyu took the words with a smile: "Everyone thinks that they don't have to go to work, and just go fishing and playing ball all day for vacation or something. Dad has to go to work."

"Uh, that's the life of the rich. We're just ordinary people, and we can't enjoy that kind of life." Zhang Tianzhu said with a smile, and glanced at the dumplings they made.

"Just now your Auntie Zhao called to say that she would come over for dinner, Zijun, how much dough did you knead?" Zhang Tianzhu asked tentatively.

"Oh, it's enough for her." Zhang Zijun quickly responded: "Dad, I was thinking of packing more and storing it in the refrigerator for your breakfast. Since Aunt Zhao is coming, let's cook it all."

Zhang Tianzhu nodded in satisfaction, and then went into the study with a pile of homework. His daughter and son-in-law are here, so he doesn't have to worry about dinner at all.

"Dad and Aunt Zhao seem to be getting closer?" While cooking dumplings, Tong Zhenyu said to Zhang Zijun who was mixing cold dishes.

Zhang Zijun lowered his head and said nothing. She had already guessed about his father and Zhao Rong. If his father didn't like Zhao Rong very much, he wouldn't have given her son free lessons for so long.

Her father was still young, so it would be a matter of time before she found someone else. However, her mother had been gone for less than a year, and she felt really uncomfortable.

Tong Zhenyu comforted her in turn: "It's better for Dad to be taken care of than not to be taken care of. Mom must be worried that Dad is not taken care of over there. She should be happy to know that Dad is taken care of."

Zhang Zijun bit her lower lip lightly, took a deep breath, and then nodded. Her father was in the study, and the two of them were in the kitchen. She didn't want to discuss this issue with Tong Zhenyu too much.

Because Zhao Rong was coming, Tong Zhenyu specially cooked two more dishes. In order to please his future mother-in-law, Tong Zhenyu even brought out his specialty egg-wrapped meat.

There was a table full of food, two big plates of dumplings, and the meal was served only when Zhao Rong came.

But Zhao Rong didn't arrive at 06:30 in the evening, and Zhao Rong didn't arrive at [-]:[-] in the evening. This made Tong Zhenyu and Zhang Zijun a little confused, and even Zhang Tianzhu felt that something was wrong.

"I'll call and ask where she has been?" After Zhang Tianzhu finished speaking, he took his mobile phone and turned into the study.

Zhang Zijun looked at the closed study door and said sullenly: "In the past, my father called my mother, but he never avoided me."

Tong Zhenyu laughed when he heard this, and comforted her by stroking her head with his hands: "You know that when your father and your mother called, they were already husband and wife. Dad and Aunt Zhao are still in love, so naturally we need to whisper."

As soon as Tong Zhenyu finished speaking, the door of the study was opened, and Zhang Tianzhu came out with a slightly sad face: "Let's eat first, don't wait for her, she said she is working overtime, so she won't come over for dinner tonight."

"Oh, okay." Zijun saw that his father's expression was not very good, so he couldn't ask if he and Zhao Rong had a conflict.

Because Zhao Rong, who said she was coming, didn't come, and because Zhang Tianzhu's complexion was not very good, the dinner was a bit boring, Zhang Tianzhu didn't speak, Tong Zhenyu and Zhang Zijun didn't say much.

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After dinner, Zhang Zijun went downstairs with Tong Zhenyu. When she found that there was only her own car downstairs, she was stunned: "Tong Zhenyu, didn't you drive here?"

"I came here by taxi." Tong Zhenyu smiled and took the car keys in her hand: "Didn't you say you want to be environmentally friendly and drive less? I followed my wife's instructions."

"..." Zhang Zijunmo, Tong Zhenyu is a poor mouther, he can always find so many reasons for what he does.

"Tong Zhenyu, I slapped Su Feifei this afternoon!" Zhang Zijun said to Tong Zhenyu after getting in the car, she thought he probably already knew about it.

"Slap?" Tong Zhenyu frowned slightly and turned to look at her.

Zhang Zijun nodded mechanically: "Yes."

"Why didn't you slap twice at that time?!" Tong Zhenyu asked solemnly, as if she had made a low-level mistake by not slapping twice.

"..." Zhang Zijun was speechless, he was supporting her attitude of beating Sophie?

Tong Zhenyu leaned over and kissed heavily on the forehead: "Don't pay attention to Su Feifei, she is like a mad dog. Don't let the mad dog affect our husband and wife relationship, it's not worth it!"