Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

"Life intertwined by heart, love is the constant commitment of you and me in adversity." the sudden ringing of the mobile phone woke Zhang Zijun in his sleep.

Zijun woke up from his sleep. He didn't even turn on the light. He reached over and grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table. The name of Tong Zhenyu jumped on the screen.

He called her at three in the morning? What kind of nerve is this? Can't you sleep in Japan?

He went to Japan on business a few days ago, and she has been busy with the design of tuhaoguo airport these two days, and she didn't bother to contact him by email.

Pressing the answer button, she first opened her mouth: "why? Can't you sleep in that place in Japan?"

"Zijun, hurry downstairs," Tong Zhenyu shouted on the phone.

"Go downstairs? Why?" Zijun, who didn't fully wake up, didn't react at once.

"Come downstairs and invite me to dinner," Tong Zhenyu sighed on the phone. "My flight is late. I haven't had dinner yet. I drove back directly from the airport."

"What?" Zijun was surprised. He quickly turned over from the bed, went to the bedside, opened the heavy curtains and looked downstairs. Sure enough, Tong Zhenyu's car stopped downstairs. At this time, he was looking up at her window.

Well, she really convinced Tong Zhenyu, so she quickly said to her mobile phone, "I'll come down right away and wait."

After saying this, he hung up the phone, hurriedly took his clothes in the wardrobe and changed them. He simply went to wash. Afraid of waking up the father in the master bedroom, he crept to the door, gently opened the door and went out.

Tong Zhenyu sat on the front of the car and looked at the dark corridor. When the corridor suddenly flashed light, he used to shine, and then watched Zijun in long sleeved clothes come out with shoulder hanging hair.

At more than three o'clock in the morning, the night dew in early November was still heavy. She was wearing a thin long sleeved slim fitting shirt and a pair of black trousers. Her face was not powdered. It was fresh and bright like the night fragrance quietly blooming at night.

He went up, pulled her into his arms, bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead before whispering, "why don't you wear more clothes? It's getting cold at night."

"Are you cool?" she raised her eyes in his arms. Her dark eyes were shining like black pearls in the hazy night.

He smiled, hugged her more and more tightly, let her lower abdomen close to her lower abdomen, turned and put her against the door, lowered his head, bit his teeth in her ear and asked, "did you miss me this week?"

"A week?" she looked at him slightly surprised. "Have you been away for a week? Just two or three days?"

He was angry and couldn't help shouting in a low voice: "Zhang Zijun, what's in your brain all day? I've been back from a business trip for a week, okay?"

Oh, suddenly, she looked up and looked at him with an apologetic face: "it's been a week? Sorry, recently she painted the airport every day and turned her brain into paste."

"This time, it was his turn to silently help her pull away the co pilot and let her get on the bus.

"So late, where do you want to eat?" Zijun smiled and asked Tong Zhenyu, who had enough to get on the cab, as he pulled over his seat belt and was ready to fasten it.

As soon as the door of Tong Zhenyu was closed, the man immediately tilted over, a big face was shaking on her face, and the hot breath was sprayed on her face.

"I want to eat it now," he said in a low, dull voice, with suppressed desire. "My little brother is more hungry. He's hungry at this time."

Ah, Zhang Zijun's face immediately darkened and couldn't help shouting in a low voice: "Tong Zhenyu, do you want to."

Later, she had no chance to shout out, because he had blocked all her breathing passages and put her seat flat.

"Tong Zhenyu, this is in the car," Zijun shouted, twisting his head aside at the moment he let her go.

"Do you mean to go upstairs to the bed in your room?" he asked playfully. His hand had got into her shirt and was rolling up her shirt layer by layer.

"But this is in the community, and it's downstairs," Zijun pushed him back. "Tong Zhenyu, no, you can't, I can't. I can't accept it."

Tong Zhenyu's action finally stopped, looked at her with low eyes and said in a low voice: "I think you think very hard and tired. Why don't you eat snails?"

"Tong Zhen Yu!" Zijun stared at him with a red face, and reached out to pull the lock of the door: "I want to get off!"

Tong Zhenyu quickly reached out and grabbed her hand back. It was a little honest. His hand didn't make trouble again, but people still pressed on her and didn't want to get up.

"Do you miss me?" his dark and deep eyes stared at her without blinking.

"Me." Zijun answered only one word, but his face turned red.

To be honest, I really didn't think about it during the day, because I've been busy during the day in the last week, and I don't have time to think about him at all.

But it's different at night. When I lie in bed alone at night, I always think of him involuntarily before I fall asleep, what he does in Japan, who he is with, whether he goes to a bar in Japan to drink, and whether he asks the girl in the bar to accompany him.

Zhang Zijun found that she didn't know when to start. She actually began to worry about gain and loss. Inexplicably, she would think of something in her mind, and these things were in a mess. Unexpectedly, they would always unconsciously contact Tong Zhenyu.

Before, she wouldn't do this. Before, Tong Zhenyu went on a business trip for half a month, and she wouldn't think about these messy things. He went on a business trip like his colleagues.

She doesn't know whether these messy ideas mean she is in love with Tong Zhenyu, because Apple says that when you fall in love with someone, he is not with you, you will think nonsense.

"Do you miss me?" Tong Zhenyu, who didn't get the answer, was still lying on her and asked this question persistently: "say it quickly."

Even though Zijun couldn't see her face clearly, she could feel her face burning and feverish. She nodded her head in embarrassment and gave a low 'um'.

"Think or not?" Tong Zhenyu was obviously dissatisfied with her voice, and still persisted in asking the result.

"Yes." she couldn't resist him after all, and still answered honestly.

"Where do you think?" Tong Zhenyu stared at the bottom of her eyes with a smile, but continued to ask.

"Zijun was speechless by Tong Zhenyu's BT. the man said he was a gentleman. Only she knew that he was a gentleman when he put on his clothes and a beast when he took off his clothes.

"Where do you want to?" Tong Zhenyu continued to ask, completely not to give the result will not let go of her posture.

"Think everywhere," she followed his words, blushing and giving him the answer he wanted.

He finally smiled with satisfaction, bowed his head and kissed her heavily on her lips. Then he let go of her, helped her tidy up her messy clothes and stepped back to the cab seat.