Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

Tong Zhenyu stretched out his hand and touched it politely. He quickly took his hand back. He didn't give Xiao Mengqi a chance to hold it. His eyes didn't stay on her face for half a second.

"Wife, get in the car," Tong Zhenyu helped Zijun open the front passenger door and invited Zijun to get in the car very gentlemanly.

wife? Xiao Mengqi opened her eyes again and wondered if her ears had heard wrong. The handsome and well-dressed man actually called Zhang Zijun his wife?

However, in today's society, as stated in the Spring Festival sketch, the couple may not live together, and the couple may not live together.

By analogy, real couples do not necessarily call their husbands and wives, while dew couples, that is, unmarried cohabitants, call their husbands and wives happily.

As said, Xiao Mengqi concluded that Zhang Zijun must have a relationship with the man. Looking at the man driving a Lamborghini, he may have bought Zhang Zijun's car for her.

Zijun passed by Xiao Mengqi, but heard Xiao Mengqi say in a very low voice, "Zhang Zijun, you have a great ability to seduce men. Does Lu Ruidong know that you are kept by rich men?"

Zijun turned to look at her and looked at her coldly. After a long time, he said, "Captain Xiao, I'm sorry, we're not on the way with you. You'd better go and take a taxi."

With this sentence, he came to the front passenger's door in two steps, got on the bus quickly, and then slammed the door, not giving Xiao Mengqi a chance to speak again.

After Lu Zhenyu got on the bus, he looked at Xiao Mengqi outside the car window, frowned slightly and asked, "is your colleague not on the way with you?"

"Not on the way," Zijun replied very positively.

"Oh." Tong Zhenyu answered and quickly started the car and drove away.

Since there is no way to go, there is no need to meddle with it. Besides, the woman knew that it was the kind of man to catch a man. He did not want that woman to ride in her own car, so that she could get rid of the inferior perfume and pollute the carriage, and then use the air freshener.

On the way back, it was quiet. Tong Zhenyu didn't ask too much about Yu Zijun's colleague party in the evening, and Zijun didn't take the initiative to mention it.

In fact, they seldom talk about each other's work. Of course, because they are not in the same company, there may be no common topic at work.

Zijun drank some wine, but he was not drunk, but even so, Tong Zhenyu's car still drove very slowly and asked her to put her seat down and lean back.

Zijun is not used to sleeping in the car at ordinary times. Perhaps because she drank some wine tonight, she closed her eyes and fell asleep for a long time.

Tong Zhenyu's car slowly drove into the underground parking lot of Xinghai famous city, parked the car in the parking space, turned and looked at Zhang Zijun, who was sleeping heavily. For a time, she couldn't bear to disturb her.

Although they have been married for more than a month, they are still newlyweds, and the intimacy between them every night is inevitable.

He is in good health. He has been here three or four times a night. In fact, he has no problem.

But she is a girl. She has to go to work during the day. If he doesn't rest at night, he sits down along the bed and looks at the woman lying quietly on the bed. After drinking some wine, he has red cheeks, delicate chin, upturned nose and long eyelashes.

She slept so quietly and lay motionless, but it gave him an illusion that she was in a luxury ward in New York, and his Ruoxi was lying in bed.

"Ruoxi" he whispered, but he startled himself.

"HMM." the sleeping woman dreamt, her head tilted slightly, and she still slept heavily.

Tong Zhenyu pressed his heart with his hand. Seeing that Zhang Zijun slept heavily in bed and didn't wake up, he immediately got up quietly and went to the cloakroom.

He can't sit here anymore. If he can't help spitting out other words and let Zhang Zijun hear it, he really doesn't know how to end.

Zijun was awakened by the sound of the water in the bathroom. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that he was originally sitting in Tong Zhenyu's car. At this time, he was actually lying in the bed at home in Xinghai famous city.

She yawned and got up. Her uniform was tight, making her uncomfortable to lie down. She stretched her arms and legs. Then she went to the cloakroom to prepare pajamas for herself.

Just took out his pajamas, the bathroom door was opened, and Tong Zhenyu, who only had a bath towel around his waist, came out. The white bath towel was tied to his wheat complexion waist, which looked very sexy.

"Were you shouting something before?" Zijun asked with a puzzled look on his face, looking at the approaching Tong Zhenyu.

"I put you on the bed and went to take a bath," Tong Zhenyu smiled and rubbed her slightly messy hair with her hand: "did you sleep confused?"

Zijun smiled and nodded embarrassed, but he bumped into his chest still stained with water. As a result, he bowed his head and kissed her lip. She immediately dodged and ran into the bathroom.

Closing the bathroom door and looking at her flushed face in the mirror, she couldn't help shaking her head. It was estimated that she had dreamed. Tong Zhenyu was afraid to wake her up. Naturally, she couldn't call her.

Besides, even if Tong Zhenyu wants to call her, he should also call Zijun, Juner or his wife, and what does she seem to hear?

It seems that she is really tired. She just takes a nap and wants to dream. This body is tossed by Tong Zhenyu every night. She really can't afford it.

In order to have spirit for work and not to break down in advance for health, does she have to make three rules with Tong Zhenyu?

When Zijun took a bath and went back to bed, Tong Zhenyu had adjusted the light of the room to the weakest romantic brightness, and the bath towel tied to his waist had been thrown on the next hook, and the thin air conditioner had just covered his navel.

Of course she knew what he was going to do as soon as she climbed into bed, so she was afraid to go to bed. She just stood by the bed, looked at him, gently bit the corner of her lower lip and said, "Zhenyu, can I..."

Before she finished, he had reached out and dragged her to the bed. No, he directly dragged her into his arms, and his thin lips fell down, blocking all her unfinished words in his throat.