Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

"This is Dad, this is Aunt Xue," Tong Zhenyu introduced the middle-aged man and middle-aged lady, and then pointed to the young man: "that's my brother Tong Zhenzhou."

No wonder she thought the boy and Tong Zhenyu looked a little similar. It turned out to be Tong Zhenyu's brother.

"This is my cousin Tong Zhigao," Tong Zhenyu introduced to Zijun by pointing to President Jiacheng: "you should have seen in Jiacheng before, President of Jiacheng construction."

After saying hello one by one, Zijun sat down next to Tong Zhenyu, and the person sitting next to Tong Zhenyu was Tong Zhenzhou.

Maybe it's because she has some inferiority complex in her heart, or maybe she thinks it's impolite not to bring gifts, so after sitting down, she has been silently listening to the elders' conversation, afraid to speak, and obviously lacks confidence.

All this naturally fell into the eyes of everyone and Tong Zhenyu at the same time.

Therefore, Tong Zhenyu never let go of Zijun's hand, just clenched it tightly and secretly gave her strength and confidence.

Tong Zhenzhou patted Tong Zhenyu on the shoulder, smiled and joked: "it seems that you are still powerful. You can even find a copy. Lucky?"

"What copy?" Tong Zhenyu took a box of CD and knocked on Tong Zhenzhou's head. "Open your eyes. I'm the original copy, okay?"

Tong Zhenzhou took the CD in Tong Zhenyu's hand and said with a smile; "It's true. I thought it was a replica. It seems that I was just dazzled."

Lin Chengfei sat opposite Zijun. She lowered her head, and Lin Chengfei also lowered his head.

She thought, not only did she not think of it, but it is estimated that Lin Chengfei never thought that they would one day sit face to face at the same table in such an identity and in such a way?

"Is Zijun still working?" Aunt Xue suddenly asked, with a gentle smile on her face.

But I don't know why, Zijun always felt that the smile on Aunt Xue's face was a little fake.

"Yes, Aunt Xue."

Zijun's voice was very sweet and her tone was very gentle, which made Su Xueqi's smile brighter: "what does Zijun do? Where do you work now?"

Zijun was a little stunned in his heart. He vaguely felt that Su Xueqi had something to say, but he answered truthfully: "I'm an architectural designer. Now I've just arrived at Jingcheng architecture."

"What about before?" asked Su Xueqi.

"Before..." Zijun clenched his fingers into a fist and summoned up his courage: "he worked in Jiacheng company and was an employee of Jiacheng design department."

Su Xueqi no longer asked, but turned her head and smiled at Wan Shufen, the Lord's mother.

"Jiacheng employee... Zhang Zijun." Wan Shufen frowned and read it gently, and then her face changed instantly.

Aware that the old lady Tong's face was wrong, Zijun felt tight for no reason, and an ominous feeling rose in his heart.

Sure enough, old lady Tong suddenly stood up and shouted to Tong Zhenyu with a cold face: "Zhenyu, come upstairs with me."

Zijun's heart is inexplicably flustered. Shouldn't it be because of her?

Tong Zhenyu got up and patted comfortingly on her shoulder: "don't worry, it's okay. Grandma is a paper tiger. I have more than enough to deal with ten of her."

Tong Zhenyu finished this sentence, looked at his father again and said to him with his eyes: my daughter-in-law is entrusted to you for the time being.

"If grandma asks you to hurry, you haven't come back to talk with grandma for a long time. Just rest assured to keep your daughter-in-law here. No one dares to treat her like that."

Tong Tiexin waved to his son to hurry upstairs.

Tong Zhenyu went upstairs. Zijun's heart was empty with the empty position around him.

"Zijun," said Tong Tiexin with a gentle face, "Zhenyu is busy at work and doesn't like to talk at ordinary times. Many things are in his heart. He always gives people a feeling of domineering and indifference. You should communicate with him more. After a long time with him, you will find that he is actually very good."

Zijun smiled briefly, nodded his head and said, "OK, Dad, I know."

And upstairs, in the study

Wan Shufen, an old lady of Tong, stared at her grandson angrily: "Zhenyu, what's the matter with you? Why didn't you tell me she was a no three no four woman when I arranged to meet Zhang Zijun's family before?"

Old lady Tong Zhenyu didn't like to hear this. She frowned and said, "milk * * * Jun is my wife. How can you say that about her? Besides, when was she no three no four? Why don't I know?"

Wan Shufen said unhappily, "she is the junior between Yuxin and Lin Chengfei. She is a junior woman. Isn't she a no three no four woman?"

"Grandma, when I introduced Zijun, I said that she was Lin Chengfei's former fiancee. Lin Chengfei changed his heart and married Yuxin and abandoned her. How can this be a junior?"

"The former fiancee is the past tense, but after knowing that Lin Chengfei and Yuxin are married, she still pesters Lin Chengfei. What is such a woman, not a junior?"

"I didn't see her pestering Lin Chengfei," Tong Zhenyu lightly explained: "I only saw her bullied by Yuxin and forced out of Jiacheng company."

"Zhenyu, don't be deceived by her means," Mrs. Tong's voice increased by several decibels: "women who are junior have always been very clever."

Tong Zhenyu frowned: "grandma, I'm afraid you're the one who was cheated."

Mrs. Tong was immediately unhappy and said angrily, "Zhenyu, I think you were confused by her face. Now for her, even Grandma dares to contradict."

"Zhang Zijun is my wife," Tong Zhenyu still insisted on being himself: "as a man, I can't not protect my wife!"

No matter how angry Wan Shufen is, Tong Zhenyu still stands in the position of safeguarding his wife.

Wan Shufen had no choice but to hear her grandson say so. She knew that her grandson's temper and character were not so easy to change her decision.

So she slowed down her tone and said, "Zhenyu, I haven't heard you talk about Zhang Zijun before, and Yuxin has just got married. I think you haven't known Zhang Zijun for long?"

"I haven't known each other for long," Tong Zhenyu admitted truthfully. "Zijun and I met at Yuxin's wedding."

"Although grandma has been urging you to get married, and doesn't mind you marrying an ordinary woman born, anyway, this woman should at least be clean."

"Grandma, why do you say Zijun didn't clean himself?" Tong Zhenyu coldly robbed Wan Shufen.

"Because she has been Lin Chengfei's fiancee for several years," Wan Shufen said coldly, "how many young people don't live together after engagement."

"But Zijun didn't live with Lin Chengfei!" Tong Zhenyu said and turned to the door. Zhang Zijun was still downstairs. He had to hurry down to accompany her.