Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

"This... Where is the seafood?" Zijun looked at Tong Zhenyu in surprise.

"Of course," Tong Zhenyu patiently explained to her: "the beaches in Bincheng have been developed. It is estimated that the taste of seafood is not so good. The East Bay has not been developed, and the seafood tastes more delicious. Or we can rent a yacht and go directly to the cruise ship restaurant on the sea."

"Forget it," Zhang Zijun shook his head quickly. "Don't eat seafood. I didn't sleep well last night. I ate dinner tonight and went back to bed early. I have to go to work tomorrow. I can't digest seafood at night."

"Hahaha..." Tong Zhenyu smiled, nodded and echoed her: "well, listen to your wife, then... What do you want to eat now?"

"Whatever. Whatever." Zijun thought that a meal was just a meal. In fact, it was just to fill his stomach. It was almost the same wherever he ate.

"Where in the world can you eat casually?" Tong Zhenyu looked at her. Tong Zhenyu turned his head and indulged in tenderness in his eyes: "I'll drive the car wherever you say to eat."

Zijun raised his eyes and happened to look into Tong Zhenyu's eyes. At that moment, she felt that Tong Zhenyu's eyes were particularly affectionate.

His face turned red involuntarily. He quickly withdrew his sight and said with some embarrassment: "what I said is true. In fact, it's just a meal."

"Even if it's a meal, I can't treat you badly," Tong Zhenyu stretched out his big hand and gently covered the back of her hand: "Zijun, I'm your husband. If you can't even meet the problem of eating, how can I be your husband?"

He is a man's hand, slightly thick, covering the back of her delicate hand, with a sense of strength.

Just for a moment, she felt, very good, his big hand wrapped around her small hand, really good!

Her heart beat faster in an instant, and even her breathing was a little short. There was a subtle feeling in her blood vessels, which was familiar and strange.

"I... or..."

"Or let your husband choose for you?" Tong Zhenyu suddenly opened his mouth.

"Ah?" Zijun didn't react at once.

"Call her husband!" Tong Zhenyu looked at her with an expression as firm as his tone.

Zijun's face turned red in an instant, as if covered with a red cloth. Although she had been married to Tong Zhenyu for more than a week, the word husband was still very strange to her.

Feel the strength on the hand is stepping up, Tong Zhenyu's deep and firm voice sounded again: "call your husband."

Zijun's pink lips pursed. It seems that Tong Zhenyu won't let her go tonight if she doesn't cry.

"Old..." Zijun stammered, and his voice trembled and shouted, "husband."

"Well," Tong Zhenyu narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his thin lips slightly towards both sides, and bent a good-looking arc: "darling, that's what I'll call it in the future."

“..”

Zijun's face is embarrassed. The intimate title of husband seems to be called at home. Is it difficult to call him so in public?

"In this way, you conquered and cut off all the retreat. My mood is solid and my decision is confused."

The sudden ringing of the mobile phone sounded particularly loud in the quiet and narrow space, which startled Zhang Zijun. He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Lin Chengfei who called her.

Inexplicably, my heart filled with an ominous premonition, hesitated a little, and finally pressed the answer button.

"Zijun, where are you now?" Lin Chengfei's voice couldn't hear the emotion.

"Where am I? Why should I tell you?" Zijun asked back coldly. Lin Chengfei, who does he think he is still her? Does he have the right to know her whereabouts?

"Have you returned to Bincheng?" Lin Chengfei asked again in another way.

Zijun frowned. She had no contact with Lin Chengfei. He suddenly asked her what she did?

Besides, his current identity is Tong Zhenyu's niece and son-in-law. Even if he meets, he is also her younger generation. He has to call her a little aunt.

"Well, I'm already in Bincheng. What can I do for you?"

I met Sophie twice yesterday and today. She would say that she obviously lied before she returned to Bincheng.

Lin Chengfei at the other end of the mobile phone pondered for a while before saying, "well, Xiao Zhiming came back from the United States. He said he wanted to get together with everyone, but he didn't have your contact information, so he asked me to inform you. Do you think he's free tomorrow?"

Tomorrow? Zijun actually doesn't want to meet Lin Chengfei, but since brother Xiao is back, and she didn't do well in math in high school, Xiao Zhiming helped her make up classes for free.

Therefore, now Xiao Zhiming wants to see her. If she refuses to go, it seems very unreasonable.

Just about to speak, the car stopped at this time, and then Tong Zhenyu turned his head and shouted to her, "here, get off!"

"Oh, OK," Zijun nodded and opened his seat belt with a snap.

"Zijun, what's the matter with you?" Lin Chengfei's voice suddenly became nervous: "did something happen? Did he hit you?"

"No, I'm going to get off for dinner." Zijun said this and hung up the phone.

"From Lin Chengfei?" Tong Zhenyu helped her open the door and reached out to help her get off.

"Well," Zijun said, "he said that his former alumni came back from the United States. Several alumni want to get together and let me go tomorrow."

"Former alumni?" Tong Zhenyu frowned slightly: "aren't you several years different from Lin Chengfei?"

"How old is the difference? We are not in the same class. He is two grades higher than me, but we are in high school in the same school, so we have common friends."

Zijun, this is the truth. Lin Chengfei studied late because his family was poor. He was three years older than her, but he was only two grades higher than Zijun, so he studied in a school in high school.

"Really?" Tong Zhenyu's voice and expression were a little cold.

Zijun was puzzled by his sudden coldness and couldn't help asking, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing," Tong Zhenyu said lightly, leading her forward: "there are French restaurants and Mexican restaurants here. Which one do you want to eat?"

Zijun sipped his mouth. She hadn't eaten either of these dishes. She didn't know which one was delicious.

Besides, the price of this foreign thing is certainly not cheap. She doesn't know how much it costs to eat a meal.

Tong Zhenyu saw that she had been silent and guessed that she was worried about the price, so he said, "it's not like coming to these places to eat every day. Besides, it won't be very expensive. Pick one quickly."

Since Tong Zhenyu said so, it seems that she won't say where to eat. He probably thinks she's a little petty. In fact, she doesn't know which one is delicious.

If you haven't eaten anything, you always have to try something fresh, so you quickly walk to a French restaurant and say, "that's it! We'll have a French dinner tonight!"