Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

"I went to the police station to see Lin Chengfei at night," Tong Yuxin said bluntly. "Chengfei asked me to come and tell Miss Zhang not to listen to Xu Ruoxi. He said Uncle Zhang would be fine. Let Miss Zhang not panic and don't mess up."

Tong Zhenyu looked at Zhang Zijun next to him. Zijun quickly nodded: "yes, that's what Mrs. Lin told me just now."

In fact, Tong Yuxin came in for only five minutes, just a little in front of Tong Zhenyu. As soon as she finished saying these words to Zijun, Tong Zhenyu opened the door and came in.

"Did you buy noodles?" Zijun got up, reached out and took the noodles from Tong Zhenyu's hand, turned to the kitchen, turned back to the door and asked, "Miss Tong, we cook noodles. Do you want to stay and eat together?"

"Oh, no, I've had dinner." Tong Yuxin shook her head quickly.

Looking at Zhang Zijun, who walked into the kitchen with noodles in his hand, and then looking at Tong Zhenyu standing there, he was slightly stunned again.

The power of love is really infinite. If you don't see it with your own eyes, who can imagine it is true? Tong Zhenyu actually went to a small supermarket to buy a handful of noodles?

In the eyes of outsiders, Tong Zhenyu, the second youngest of the Tong family, is a person who calls the wind and rain, and there are several chefs in the Tong family courtyard waiting to cook for the Tong family at any time.

The outside world must think that people like Tong Zhenyu should eat delicacies, right? When he was with Xu Ruoxi before, didn't he go to a high-end restaurant for dinner?

Who would believe that he would like to stay in the 90 square meter dwelling of the Zhang family and wait for Zhang Zijun to cook a bowl of simple noodles for him?

"Is there anything else?" Tong Zhenyu frowned slightly when he saw that Tong Yuxin was there.

"Oh, no," Tong Yuxin said to Tong Zhenyu, "actually, I had a wrong chapter before. In the future, no matter how my marriage with Lin Chengfei is, I won't blame my second aunt."

Tong Zhenyu nodded: "this is very good. Since you wanted to marry Lin Chengfei, and he is still your husband now, you just have to treat him well and treat him sincerely. I think you should still be able to harvest a happy marriage."

"Thank you!" Tong Yuxin thanked softly and walked towards the door. When he reached the door, he turned around and looked at the figure standing by the stove in the kitchen with the door open.

She finally understood that Zhang Zijun and Xu Ruoxi are different. Men may be attracted by Xu Ruoxi and infatuated for a while, but Zhang Zijun can make men cherish their life.

In the kitchen, Zijun quietly cooked noodles for Tong Zhenyu. The water in the pot boiled. She threw the noodles in and stirred them slowly with chopsticks.

Tong Zhenyu sent Tong Yuxin away and closed the door. Then he came to the kitchen door and quietly watched Zhang Zijun cook this bowl of simple tomato coke noodles for him.

In fact, her cooking is really average. It is estimated that she occasionally cooks with him in the months when she married him last year. If Qiao Zimo and Lei Shengting are picky, she probably doesn't like to eat such noodles.

But he thought it was delicious. He always felt it was better than that made by the restaurant specializing in pasta outside.

In fact, when people eat food, sometimes they don't have the same taste and mood. Although her cooking is not good, she is wholeheartedly making this bowl of noodles for him, and it is all her heart.

A woman who is not good at cooking tries hard to make a bowl of noodles for you, trying to make this bowl of noodles more delicious, just because he hasn't had dinner so late, afraid he's hungry.

With this intention, he felt that the tomato coke noodles she made must be the most delicious coke noodles in the world.

Sure enough, her cooking skills still haven't improved much. The cooked tomato noodles are almost the same as those cooked with him last year. The tomatoes are wrapped in eggs and poured on the noodles. They are not symmetrical. The soup looks too thick, but in Tong Zhenyu's eyes, it is still a bowl of noodles with good looks.

Zijun handed him his chopsticks and then said, "you really didn't leave your niece to eat noodles?"

Tong Zhenyu took the chopsticks and asked with a smile, "did you cook her?"

"Zhang Zijun was silent. Naturally, she didn't cook Tong Zhenyu.

Tong Zhenyu took chopsticks and wanted to take a big bite of noodles, but he forgot that the noodles just taken out of the pot still stopped burning. He put a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and spit it out immediately. Then his tongue spit out several times.

"Poof." Zijun laughed and looked at his tongue sticking out. He just felt very cute, but he turned around and poured him a cup of cold boiled water.

"My wife is so nice." Tong Zhenyu drank half a cup of cold boiled water and said to her when he put down the cup.

"If you go, you'll be glib," Zijun symbolically patted him on the shoulder, but his mouth was still concerned: "eat slowly. No one grabs you. How can you eat noodles like a child?"

The man in front of him was clearly born noble. He had a five-star cook at home, and he also had good cooking skills, but he was willing to eat the simple food made by her blind cook, and he didn't mean to dislike it at all, which moved her very much.

Inexplicably, she is absolutely good, Tong Zhenyu is very good, and such a day is also very good.

Once, before I knew Tong Zhenyu, once she cooked a bowl of noodles for a man herself, but the man said she put too much salt after tasting it, and then the bowl of noodles poured out. He went out to find a restaurant to eat.

Later, she never cooked for the man again. A person who does not cherish the fruits of your labor is not worth cooking for him.

Suddenly, a fried egg wrapped in tomato soup was sent to her mouth with chopsticks. Tong Zhenyu smiled gently: "come and have a bite."

Zijun instinctively opened his mouth, held the fried egg in his mouth, chewed it twice, and then frowned slightly. The taste was a little light. It was estimated that there was less salt just now.

"It seems a little light and tasteless," Zijun frowned. "Do you want to add some soy sauce to you?"

"No, it's better to eat light at night," Tong Zhenyu said, holding a large chopstick and noodles to his mouth. Finally, he drank the soup together, which really saved her face.

When Zijun saw that he had finished eating, he quickly stretched out his hand to clean up the dishes, but as soon as he touched the bowl, he was stopped by Tong Zhenyu's hand.

"You cooked the noodles, and I'll do the dishes." Tong Zhenyu smiled and looked at her: "go take a bath and have a rest. It's getting late."

Zijun was slightly stunned and wanted to insist, but Tong Zhenyu had taken the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen and obviously didn't give her a chance to compete.

She stretched out her head and looked at the kitchen. The man was washing dishes and chopsticks in his apron. A smile poured into Zijun's mouth, and then obediently turned to the room, took his pajamas and walked to the bathroom.

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