Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

"What? I'm going to fight with my adoptive father?" Tong Zhenyu's voice came from the gate of the hospital.

Zijun turned his head and just Tong Zhenyu came towards her. They looked at Tong Zhenyu with a shallow smile on her face.

She sighed to herself that Tong Zhenyu was a little too handsome, especially when he smiled.

Ah, Tong Zhenyu, your family background is so superior that you shouldn't compete with others for handsome?

You've taken up everything. How can those with ordinary background live without your handsome?

"Aren't you playing chess?" Tong Zhenyu came to her and touched her back. "Are you distracted when playing chess? Be careful not to win."

Zijun blushed, quickly turned his head, looked at the chessboard carefully, and then took a sunspot and fell in the right place.

"Hehe, Zijun is very careful," Zhang Wenqing praised Zhang Zijun in front of Tong Zhenyu. "She can write calligraphy and play chess, and she is very modest. Before playing chess, she told me she doesn't know much. Zhenyu, look at her. Is this a chess played by someone who doesn't know much?"

Tong Zhenyu smiled, looked at their chessboard, and then said faintly, "she doesn't know much."

"Go, you boy," Zhang Wenqing glared at him, then stood up and pointed to his position: "come, sit here and help me win Zhang Zijun, who is not very good at it."

Zijun looked at Zhang Wenqing with a little surprise. Did he really feel that he couldn't win and let Tong Zhenyu help him, or did he feel that Zijun looked at the chess game calmly and knew that Zhang Wenqing would change Tong Zhenyu to come up. The chess piece before her shouldn't have fallen there, because it was obviously a place blocking her own way.

Now it's really not easy to win this game of chess. When playing chess, the so-called wrong step will lead to wrong step.

It's not easy to win, but you can still struggle a few times if you want to lose less embarrassing.

Tong Zhenyu's chess skills are also quite high. Of course, how many men can't play chess now?

Besides, Tong Zhenyu is still a big boss with high IQ and high education?

The chess game became more and more rigid, and each step was not easy. Zijun struggled hard. If she hadn't deliberately taken a wrong step before, she wouldn't have fallen into such a passive situation now.

The chess game was passive, and Tong Zhenyu didn't have the demeanor of a big general. Looking at the posture, he wanted to push her directly into a dead corner, and then ate her all at once.

"Zhenyu is coming?" Zhao Yunlong came back from the outside with two newly caught fish in his hand.

"Ah," said Tong Zhenyu, who dropped a piece and then raised his head, "Yunlong, what fish did you catch?"

"Wuchang fish," Zhao Yunlong shook the two fish in his hand towards Tong Zhenyu and said with a smile, "this fish looks like a piranha?"

"Go, where does piranha come from in the lake?" Tong Zhenyu replied carelessly: "give it to Uncle Ye and let him cook it. Piranha, I'm a piranha!"

"Poof." Zijun couldn't help laughing at Tong Zhenyu's words.

Tong Zhenyu looked up and looked at the smiling woman opposite.

It was a sunny afternoon, but the smile on his little wife's face was as bright as the sun, which made him see God unconsciously.

At this time, Zijun also looked at him:

Osmanthus fragrans fluttered in the courtyard, the lake below was sparkling, the lake wind was blowing, and all kinds of flowers on the mountain came to the nostrils and immersed in the heart and lungs.

With such beautiful scenery, she sat opposite Tong Zhenyu, holding a chess piece in each hand and smiling.

Obviously, he is such a close person, but in the chess game, he is an untimely opponent. He has to fight to the death.

Wearing a beige shirt and no tie, Tong Zhenyu looks more and more handsome. Sitting in the lake and mountain yard, he looks like a medieval prince.

At this moment, Zhang Zijun's heart beat faster. Inexplicably, he was attracted by the person opposite him. A strange feeling poured out from the bottom of his heart and slowly overflowed to his whole body.

She just wanted to withdraw from her sight, but Tong Zhenyu looked at her without blinking. His eyes were burning with fear, and Zijun's face immediately turned red.

They just sat apart from a chess board. In fact, the distance was not far. Zijun could clearly feel Tong Zhenyu's breath lingering in front of her, and his fingers holding chess were white and slender.

There were osmanthus flowers falling on Zijun's head. Tong Zhenyu reached over and gently brushed the osmanthus flowers off her head, then slipped down and gently stroked her cheek.

Zijun's face became more and more red. He immediately lowered his head, and Tong Zhenyu's laughter sounded in his ear: "Xiaojun, it's your turn to play chess."

She quickly took back her flustered heart and looked down at the chessboard carefully. Only then did she find that the chess piece just dropped by Tong Zhenyu was not the best position.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was clearly a dead game. Now she vaguely saw a trace of hope, so she immediately dropped the chess pieces, hoping to bring back the dead and save a trace of face.

Tong Zhenyu looked at the chess pieces she dropped and was obviously stunned. The master's moves really can't be distracted. It seems that it's not so easy for him to win his little wife.

After 30 minutes, their chess game was almost over. Zijun secretly analyzed the chess game.

It is estimated that it is not so easy for her to win, and it is not so easy for Tong Zhenyu to win.

"Ha ha, it's a husband and wife. They both have such a tacit understanding in playing chess," Zhang Wenqing came out and looked at their chessboard and smiled: "peace, peace, win or lose, draw!"

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