Domineering CEO: Wife remarry

There was no traffic jam on the road, and it only took Tong Zhenyu an hour to drive to Shanshui Tianyuan Resort.

"I don't know if Teacher Bai will like this gift?" Zhang Zijun got out of the car, holding a gift specially made for Bai glaze in his hand, and was still muttering.

"Don't always call Teacher Bai. You are my wife and I am her son. You will have to call me Mom later." Tong Zhenyu corrected her seriously.

"Remember, isn't this something you can't change all at once?" Zhang Zijun gave Tong Zhenyu a glance, really, he reminded him several times along the way.

Tong Zhenyu naturally understood the meaning in her eyes, and couldn't help but said again: "I have reminded you several times and I haven't seen you remember it. The memory of pregnant women is getting weaker and weaker now, okay? I suspect that next year you will Can I still go to graduate school?"

"There's no need to doubt, I'm sure I'll be fine as a graduate student." Zhang Zijun gave Tong Zhenyu a blank look, turned around, took the gift, and walked forward.

"Hey, wait for me, be careful, wife, you are a pregnant woman, you don't have to walk in such a hurry." Tong Zhenyu quickly caught up behind, and kept reminding: "Slow down, slow down, you can't fall, Are there two of you?"

Zhang Zijun couldn't help laughing when he saw him like that, but his heart was full of happiness. He was so nervous, which proved that he put their mother and son in a very important position.

"Is it really good to give this gift?" Zhang Zijun frowned while looking at the gift in his hand.

"What's wrong? As long as it's from you, Mom will definitely like it." Tong Zhenyu stretched out his hand and directly lifted the bag in her hand.

"Then you don't plan to give Mom another gift?" Zhang Zijun rolled his eyes at the man beside him: "Could it be enough for the two of us to just give me this customized cross-stitch?"

Zijun originally planned to embroider the cross-stitch by herself. When she bought this cross-stitch, the clerk said it was easy to embroider, and anyone who could handle a needle could do it.

But who knew, she only embroidered for three days after she bought it. Not only did she not embroider much, but her hands were pierced with countless needle holes, which made Tong Zhenyu feel distressed.

So Tong Zhenyu said that her hands are only suitable for holding pens, not embroidery needles. In the end, this cross-stitch was embroidered by a master in a cross-stitch shop.

"What's wrong?" Tong Zhenyu put his arms around Zijun's waist with a smile, and said with a smile, "I think the cross stitch you customized is pretty good, besides, it looks tacky as a gift, doesn't it?"

"Vulgarity can also appear generous. Would it be petty to just give the two of us a pair of cross-stitch?" Zhang Zijun asked with some concern.

"No!" Tong Zhenyu replied very positively: "Don't worry, mom and adoptive father don't need anything, they both have enough food and clothing, they don't need more things, this cross stitch is enough."

Tong Zhenyu had already said this, and Zhang Zijun couldn't say anything more, so the two of them took the cross-stitch and walked towards Shanshui Resort together.

Bai Mei came over early in the morning and lived in a holiday villa in the north of Shanshui Tianyuan, which was temporarily used as her natal home. When the time was about to come, Zhang Wenqing would come here to marry her.

When Tong Zhenyu and Zijun arrived, Baitong was already waiting for them in the villa, just knocked on the door twice, Baitong came out to open the door for them, and then welcomed them in with a smile on her face.

"Mom, this is the cross-stitch I customized for you, I hope you like it!" Zhang Zijun handed a pair of cross-stitch frames to Bai Glaze, and said with a little embarrassment: "This is the last time I secretly took pictures with my mobile phone." I posted a picture of you holding hands with your adoptive father, I hope you don't mind, and I hope you and your adoptive father can hold hands until the end of life."

"You kid, you're still taking pictures secretly." Bai Liang pretended to blame, pink powder flew up on her cheeks, then she opened the exquisite package and looked at the repaired cross-stitch inside.

It is indeed a photo of her holding hands with Zhang Wenqing, and there are words beside it: hold your hand and grow old together!

"I originally wanted to use sand painting to draw it, but sand painting is really hard to preserve, so I had no choice but to choose cross stitch. I also planned to embroider it myself, but my embroidery work is really bad. I didn't have a pair of embroidery hands by nature. , Later, I found the best embroiderer aunt in the brand's cross-stitch shop to embroider it."

"Thank you Zijun, you are really caring." Bai Zi liked this picture of holding hands very much, especially the sentence on the picture.

She and Zhang Wenqing are both at this age, so they naturally hope to hold hands with each other and grow old together, and from now on, they will grow old together without any troubles.

"I just hope you like it, mom. Although the gift is light, it is my heart. The so-called gift is light and the person is important. I hope mom will not dislike it."

"You child, how could I despise you? It's too late for me to cherish such a good gift." Bai Mei gave Zijun a reproachful look, blaming her for not understanding herself.

Zijun smiled, and she just said that, she knew that Baiyou would not dislike her, and she put her heart into this gift, I believe Baiyou can see it.

"Okay, you guys have had enough chatting, but it's time for me to pay more attention to politeness, isn't it my turn?" Tong Zhenyu, who was on the side, spoke while the two of them were silent, for fear that the two of them would start chatting again.

Baiyou and Zhang Zijun laughed at the same time, and then turned their gazes to him in unison, meaning, now you can speak.

"Mom, I'm not as careful as Zijun, and I didn't put so much thought into it," Tong Zhenyu said a little embarrassedly, took out a red book and handed it to Baiyou, "This is the property right of a lakeside villa in Lijiang. Certificate, your name is on it, I remember my mother said that she likes the picturesque Lijiang, which is like spring all the year round, this is a little bit of my son's heart."

"Zhenyu, are you... are you being too generous?" Baiyou looked at her son, and didn't reach out for the red real estate certificate for a while.

"Zhenyu, mom doesn't want these things from you, she really doesn't want them. Mom left you behind when you were very young, and then in those years, she didn't dare to contact you in order to protect herself. Mom always... I'm so sorry..."

"Mom, it's not your fault. It's for my own good that you don't come to see me. You are also worried that meeting me secretly will harm me. I know that."

Tong Zhenyu comforted Baiyou in turn: "Mom, you don't have to think too much, these are bought with the money your son and I earned, and have nothing to do with other people. I know your hard work and forbearance back then, and I never blamed you. My mother doesn't care about me, I just hope that I can get together with my mother more in the future and enjoy the maternal love that I once lacked."

After hearing this, Baiyou laughed, and gave Tong Zhenyu a symbolic push with her hand, and said, "Okay, I know I owe you a lot, and I thought about making up for what I owe you, but you are so old. I can only make it up to your child in the future..."