Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

French food has long been mentioned by apple. Every time Apple talks about French food, it drools, saying how authentic the taste is and how fresh the seafood is.

In fact, when Lin Chengfei was promoted to director, she said to take her to a French restaurant for a meal, but at that time she wanted to save him money. In the end, she didn't have a French meal with him, but went to pizza hut for a pizza.

"Let's go," Tong Zhenyu said with a slight frown when he saw Zijun who stopped at the door of the French restaurant. "What's the matter? Don't you say you want to eat French food?"

"It's so expensive here," Zijun shook his head. "Let's not go in. Let's go to the western restaurant diagonally opposite. I suddenly want to eat steak again."

"How do you know it's so expensive?" Tong Zhenyu frowned slightly: "have you eaten in?"

Zijun nodded and shook his head: "I went in, but I didn't eat. Last time a friend took me there, we sat down and found that the food was too expensive, and then we left again."

That time she insisted on leaving. When she left, Lin Chengfei looked embarrassed and muttered that even if it was expensive, we came in. How shameless is it to go out without eating?

I don't know if it made Lin Chengfei feel embarrassed that he didn't have money. Later, he found a rich wife. Now he doesn't have to worry about going out for dinner and left because of the high price.

"Friend?" Tong Zhenyu frowned and asked, "which friend?"

“。。”

Zijun is speechless. Tong Zhenyu is too thorough, isn't he?

"Just a former classmate," Zijun said lightly, "well, since your president has money, let's go in and have a French dinner. At that time, my friends and I had no money, so naturally we didn't dare to eat."

A meal is a month's salary for two people? How can she eat?

The next second, Tong Zhenyu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Zijun's waist and let her lean against her broad chest. The thick pure male breath came out, and Zijun's face immediately turned red to the root of his ears.

"Wife, I know you save money for me, but it's just a French dinner in the riverside. I think I'd better ask my wife to afford it. From tomorrow on, will you help me save money?"

The low, dull voice sounded with magnetism on his head. The word "wife" made Zijun's face hotter and his heart beat more and more.

Wife, this word was only heard in film and television dramas before. Now it is suddenly called, and I can't help but feel sweet.

She is Tong Zhenyu's wife. She and he will go hand in hand for life. From now on, he will call her wife!

And she will call him "husband"!

They walked into the French restaurant hand in hand. As soon as they arrived at the door, they were greeted by a European man with yellow hair and blue eyes with an extremely polite and gentleman attitude.

If it is a French restaurant, the guests at the door are foreigners. Although they are not necessarily French, they must be Europeans!

Although most of the waiters are Chinese, they are all dressed in French clothes, and the decoration of the whole restaurant is high-end and high-grade, integrating luxury and elegance.

France is a romantic country, and this French restaurant is also full of romance. The melodious piano sound is used as the background. Each table is dark gauze lamp with dim and soft light.

"Do you want a private room or just sit in the hall?" Tong Zhenyu asked gently in her ear.

"Private rooms are expensive, just the hall," Zijun looked at the layout of the hall and liked it. Private rooms just give people a feeling, and she and Tong Zhenyu spend more time at home in the future.

"OK, it's up to you. Let's sit in the hall." Tong Zhenyu turned to the waiter nearby and said, "arrange a quiet seat by the window for us."

"OK, please follow me." the waiter nodded and led the way.

If it is really an elegant seat by the window, and the location is still very quiet. It will not be affected at all. Looking up out of the window, you can also see the night view of the riverside city at night.

Zijun is not familiar with music, so he doesn't know that the background music is playing that song. He only knows that the music is melodious and beautiful.

An exquisite order card like a photo album was handed over, one for each person. Tong Zhenyu motioned Zijun to open it and order.

Zijun hesitated a little, opened it, looked at the beautiful picture and looked at the price below. Zijun was convulsed. It was estimated that her monthly salary was not enough.

"What do you like to eat?" Tong Zhenyu looked at her and asked.

She raised her head and looked at Tong Zhenyu hiding behind the gauze lamp. His face was bright and dark, giving people a mysterious illusion of seeing flowers in the fog.

"I don't know," Zijun said truthfully and put down the meal card in his hand. "You'd better order. I don't know what's better here."

Tong Zhenyu smiled, knowing that she felt too expensive and heartache, so she pressed the order bell and the waiter who had been waiting for one side rushed over quickly.

"Signature couple meal." Tong Zhenyu covered the meal sign and said to the waiter, "plus a cup of Blue Mountain coffee and a cup of freshly squeezed pure grapefruit, that's all."

"OK," the waiter quickly recorded their order and said when he put away the meal card, "all the meals in our shop are made now. Fresh delicious food takes time. Please wait a little more patiently, and we will send you appetizers immediately."

Sure enough, five minutes later, the waiter immediately brought them a beautiful appetizer.

The round, exquisite snow like small ball is drenched with fresh blueberry juice, which is particularly attractive under the dim screen lamp.

"The appetizer is blueberry cake?" Zijun thought it was a small cake.

"This is not a cake," Tong Zhenyu patiently explained to her, putting the appetizer drenched with blueberry sauce in front of her: "try it, it's delicious."

"Not a cake?" Zijun wondered, looked carefully and muttered, "is it ice cream? But ice cream should not be an appetizer?"

Tong Zhenyu smiled: "don't you know if you take a bite?"

Zijun took a fork and fork it down. He carefully sent it to his mouth. Soon, it was soft, soft, cool, natural sour and sweet with blueberry flavor. It was very delicious.

"What is it to eat?" Tong Zhenyu smiled, and his dark eyes looked particularly gentle under the light.

"Well," Zijun nodded, took another mouthful and said with great certainty, "it's yam, but I didn't expect yam to be eaten in this way, and I didn't expect it to be so beautiful."

"Ha ha ha," Tong Zhenyu smiled happily, stretched out his fork and forked a piece, but said, "it's all right. As long as you like it, you can make it if you want to eat in the future."

"Cook to eat?" Zijun opened his eyes and looked at Tong Zhenyu. He was a little stunned before he said embarrassed: "well, I probably didn't learn how to do a meal."

In fact, she has no cooking skills at all. Although she is not a child of a rich family, she is also an only child in the end. Her mother spoiled her from childhood, and she rarely goes into the kitchen.