Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

Tong Zhenyu drove very fast and there was no traffic jam at 0:00 PM, so he bought things back in less than 20 minutes.

When he returned to the ward, the nurse on duty just took the bed sheets, quilt covers and sick clothes to help Zijun change in the ward.

"How could it be so dirty? It can't be washed. You are so grown-up, you are not a child, and you don't know to pay attention?" the nurse woke up in the middle of the night, and then had to face such a pile of bloody bedding and sick clothes. Naturally, he was very unhappy, so he couldn't help blaming and refusing when changing these.

"Let you change the sheets and quilt covers, not let you teach the patient?" Tong Zhenyu immediately frowned unhappily, looked coldly at the nurse and said, "don't you just use the sheets and quilt covers? You need to wash them. Just throw some money directly. I'll compensate the hospital. She didn't deliberately dirty them!"

"How rich?" the nurse immediately became angry, and his voice increased by two decibels. "Rich bought his own sheets and quilt covers? What do you do with the hospital?"

Really, she was not happy to be woken up in the middle of the night to do this. Now she is scolded by the patient's family. Her hard-earned money does not include being angry.

"I'm sorry," Zijun apologized in front of Tong Zhenyu, stretched out his hand and pulled Tong Zhenyu down, motioning him not to say any more.

When the nurse saw Zijun apologize, she didn't say anything more. She quickly helped her change the sheets, and then explained, "be careful, don't get dirty again," and then dragged those dirty sheets out.

As soon as the nurse went out, Tong Zhenyu quickly closed the door, and then took out two sets of pajamas and a few pairs of small pants from the shopping bag just brought back.

"I think many people in the hospital ward have worn it. It's better to wear pajamas. Anyway, you live in a single ward, and the hospital doesn't require you to wear sick clothes."

Zi Jun nodded lightly, and then he handed the little trousers and pajamas he had passed to the door of the restroom, and laughed back and forth. "Two is the turtle that has been swimming in the sea for several years. This meticulous and considerate gentleman behavior is absolutely not the same for woodlouse."

Tong Zhenyu's face was embarrassed immediately. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, and Zhang Zijun naturally didn't need his answer. He quickly entered the bathroom and locked it.

Looking at the tightly closed bathroom door, Tong Zhenyu sighed. He knew that from now on, the gap between him and Zhang Zijun was deepening.

And he, inexplicably, had some fear and fear.

"What's the matter with me?" he said to himself as he helped her fill the soup with a spoon.

Why are you suddenly afraid of her misunderstanding, why are you suddenly afraid that she will no longer pester him, and why are you suddenly afraid that she will never bite and refuse to divorce again?

"Is the soup ready?" Zhang Zijun's voice sounded behind him, interrupting his meditation.

Tong Zhenyu turned around and looked at Zijun standing in front of him. She was wearing apple green printed pajamas on a white background. Under the soft light, her face looked more and more white. The whole person stood there, giving a little fresh feeling.

He couldn't help but see that he was out of his mind. He actually forgot the soup bowl and spoon in his hand and stood there.

Zijun couldn't help frowning and reached out to take the bowl in his hand: "I'd better come by myself. When you're done, I'm hungry. I'm estimated to have lost half my life."

Tong Zhenyu's face turned red involuntarily. He handed her the spoon in his hand and pointed to the chair: "you sit here and I'll feed you. Your hand can't be hurt. It's inconvenient."

"What I hurt was my left hand," Zijun said faintly, "I'm not left-handed, and I'm not so smart."

He stopped talking, and she was too lazy to talk. She put a small bowl of sliced meat soup in the insulated lunch box and sat on the chair and drank quietly against the bedside table.

While drinking the soup, she remembered the story of the poor woman who had died her son, which she had told apple, and she couldn't help sighing——

When she told the story, she never dreamed that the scene of the story would be fulfilled in herself.

She is a poor woman, and her child really died tonight.

Like the woman in the story, she can eat, sleep and drink soup quietly!

She is not sad because she has no capital like that woman!

Lu Ruidong is right. There are some things you can't work hard!

She has made such efforts, but facts have proved that sometimes, efforts are just a waste of energy and time!

She ate the food and drank the soup silently, then lay quietly in bed and went to bed. She didn't look at the man still sitting by the bed.

After lying in bed, she immediately closed her eyes and hoped that she could fall asleep as soon as possible, because only when she fell asleep would there be so many troubles.

But facts have proved that sometimes the more you want to fall asleep as soon as possible, the more you can't sleep. The more you don't want to think about those things, but those things get into your mind involuntarily.

She was so quiet lying in bed. Tong Zhenyu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and didn't leave. She knew that he paced up and down gently in the room.

Later, he came to the bed and sat down in the chair. She also knew that he took her hand and gently put it in his palm. She still knew

Tong Zhenyu sat silently by the bed. Her hand lay quietly in his palm, neither loose nor tight. His big hand just wrapped her small hand. Then, the temperature of his palm slowly passed to her hand, and her cold hand gradually warmed up.

Zhang Zijun lay motionless on the hospital bed. The most comfortable temperature of 26 degrees was clearly open in the ward. She was still covered with a hospital quilt.

But even so, she felt cold, as if the whole person was not lying in the quilt, but lying in the ice and snow. The cold wind came from all directions, so cold that she couldn't find a trace of heat.

Zhang Zijun lay motionless, his eyes closed tightly, and his breathing was very even and relaxed. Anyone who looked at it would think that she had fallen asleep.

But only she knew that she didn't fall asleep, she didn't fall asleep at all, because her brain refused to rest. At this time, there were two themselves constantly pestering and arguing.

One said to himself: this marriage can't be divorced, no matter what. Even if the child runs away, it can't be divorced. Apple is right. After divorce, it's a second-hand woman. Second-hand women depreciate like second-hand cars.

Another said to himself: people don't want you anymore. What are you doing around them? Besides, marriage is like shoes on your feet. Comfort is the most important, and beauty is secondary. If you don't divorce and people don't leave you, can you live comfortably?