Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

"Since it's not intentional, it's better to call the police," Zijun said indifferently. "Don't you think it's more fair for the traffic police to deal with it? You don't have to say who's blackmailing you."

Xu Ruoxi's face was red and white again. For a time, she was choked and didn't know how to answer.

The mobile phone that had just been hit by Apple sounded clear and pleasant music. It was actually the love legend.

Xu Ruoxi immediately bent down to pick up her mobile phone, but Zijun picked it up quickly. Although the mobile phone cracked the screen, she could still see the name above: Sun Xing.

Xu Ruoxi's face was as pale as paper. Looking at Zhang Zijun's mobile phone still singing "love legend", her hands could not help clenching into fists.

Zijun hesitated a little and pressed the answer button. Immediately, a respectful voice came: "Miss Xu, Mr. Tong said you crashed. Which road are you on now? I'll drive over right away. Don't pay attention to the driver first. When I come..."

Sun Xing's voice on the phone was very familiar, but it sounded very harsh and strange at this time.

"Miss Xu, tell me the address quickly, or how can I get to your current road, Miss Xu..."

"Assistant sun, I'm Zhang Zijun," Zijun said faintly, "Miss Xu hit my car. I'm waiting for you in Section 3 of Jianshe West Road."

Sun Xing on the other side of the phone was obviously stunned before he reacted and hurriedly said, "madam, actually..."

"If you don't come over, tell me. It's easy for me to call the police. After all, it's not a matter to stop on this Avenue all the time."

"I... I'll come." Sun Xing hesitated on the phone and replied.

Zijun hung up the phone, then raised his eyes and looked at Xu Ruoxi one step away from him: "just now, you told my friend that your husband is Tong Zhenyu?"

Xu Ruoxi was so nervous and frightened that he was shaking. His pale face was flustered. In public, his face was red and white, which was comparable with the palette.

"Why, dare to say it in front of my friend, but dare not admit it in front of me?" Zijun stared at her coldly and pulled a touch of ridicule from the corner of his mouth: "is it difficult, your husband is still a light dead?"

"..." Xu Ruoxi's lips trembled, a pale color.

"Hiss!" there was a sudden sound across the street. The car was braked.

Zijun turned his head when he was cold. Tong Zhenyu was coming down from the cab of a Lamborghini. He was wearing Versace's shirt. Perhaps because of his hurry, a corner of the shirt tied in his pants was exposed.

Slender posture, handsome facial features, in the sunny sky, it is particularly sunny, like a prince in the middle ages.

Tong Zhenyu once gave her a sunny sky, which made her think she had found the direction of happiness in this life.

Now, the sky he gave was overcast, and the road ahead had lost its direction and could no longer see any hope.

Looking at the approaching Tong Zhenyu, Zhang Zijun's stomach was aching for no reason. She almost subconsciously pressed her hand on her heart, clenched her teeth on the corners of her lips, and tried her best to press down the heat wave from the bottom of her eyes.

She can't cry, let alone cry, especially in front of Tong Zhenyu and Xu Ruoxi.

When Tong Zhenyu across the road saw Zhang Zijun standing next to him, his eyebrows tightened instinctively, and his face was surprised. The original pace of progress slowed down unconsciously.

"Gentleman," Apple whispered a little worried, instinctively stretched out his hand to hold Zijun's arm, stood side by side with her, and assumed the posture of good sisters fighting side by side.

She can't replace the pain in Zijun's heart, but she can support her in words and deeds!

When Tong Zhenyu came to the BMW, Zijun had pressed down the stinging pain in his eyes and the sour nose, and even put down his hand on his chest.

She just stood there firmly and calmly, straightened her nose, and looked at Tong Zhenyu without blinking.

"Brother Yu..." Xu Ruoxi immediately jumped up, his lips deviated, and his eyes immediately turned red. Crystal tears swirled in his big eyes, deducting grievances, discomfort and tolerance to the extreme.

Tong Zhenyu immediately righted her with his hand, and then pushed her out of his arms without trace. Looking at her, Xu Ruoxi dared not rush forward again with some blame and alienation.

"Brother Yu..." Xu Ruoxi gently bit the corner of his lip and shouted in an aggrieved voice: "I really didn't mean it?"

"I'll have Miss Xu's car repaired. My assistant is already contacting the insurance company. When the insurance company will call to confirm with Miss Xu, I hope Miss Xu will cooperate."

Tong Zhenyu finished this sentence in a very formulaic way, and then went to Zijun. His eyes hit her face with complexity.

"Zijun, the insurance company will settle the claim for the car. Can we talk about other things?" Tong Zhenyu asked after this sentence. Before Zijun answered, he said to Xu Ruoxi: "Xi Xi, you go first."

Zijun looked up coldly at the man in front of him, and quickly pulled a touch of sarcasm from the corners of his mouth: "Tong Ershao, this is a traffic accident, I think..."

"I'll give you the compensation," Tong Zhenyu quickly cut off her words, reached out and grabbed her arm to walk across the road: "let's go home first."

"Why should I go home with you?" Zijun fiercely shook off Tong Zhenyu's hand that tightly clamped his arm. Because the force was too strong, he stepped back three steps when shaking off Tong Zhenyu's hand, and finally his body hit the door of Xu Ruoxi's BMW 740.

"Dong" sounded stiffly behind her, and then there was a pain on her back. Her face immediately changed color and grinned.

"Zijun," Tong Zhenyu immediately came forward, stretched out his hand to hold her shaking body, and asked with concern, "are you okay?"

Zijun shook off his hand again coldly, and his voice was as cold as his face: "I'm fine, please don't touch me!"

Zhang Zijun's words displeased Tong Zhenyu. She was his wife. Who did he not touch her?

"Zijun?" Tong Zhenyu's low and hoarse voice has been infected with a bit of impatience: "go to my car."

"Why should I get on your car? Other women call you husband, don't they?" Zijun stepped back and looked at him coldly.

Tong Zhenyu's lips closed tightly and didn't intend to answer Zhang Zijun's question.

"Hehe, Tong Ershao, if I don't have Alzheimer's disease, it seems that we haven't divorced yet. You're so anxious to be the husband of other women, aren't you afraid of committing bigamy?"

Tong Zhenyu's face was immediately black, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and his cold eyes looked at the woman who was a step away from him but was a little excited and out of control.

The bright sunshine hit her indifferent face, and the wind disordered the hair in front of her forehead. At this time, she raised her head slightly, and a bruise appeared on her lower jaw.