Domineering president: wife, please remarry me!

Zhang Zijun was kneading noodles when Tong Zhenyu's mobile phone called.

"Zijun, where have you been?" Tong Zhenyu's voice was confused. There was a sound of pushing the door from the receiver. It was estimated that he was looking for her at home.

"I'm at my father's house," Zijun held his mobile phone in his hand with flour residue. "Won't you give me a holiday in the afternoon? I'm free. I'm coming to my father's house. I'm kneading noodles and preparing to make some dumplings for my father."

"Then knead more noodles and I'll come to eat at night." Tong Zhenyu ordered on the phone.

"OK." Zhang Zijun hesitated and finally answered.

Today, she slapped Sophie. Tong Zhenyu went back to Tong's courtyard in the afternoon. I don't know how Sophie told Tong's family?

Although Mrs. Tong usually doesn't like Sophie very much, it's impossible to say that Wan Shufen doesn't love Sophie at all.

Most importantly, Aunt Xue's father, Sophie's grandfather, is said to be a big man in Beijing. Tong Tiexin, Tong Zhenyu's father, had to divorce Bai glaze and marry Su Xueqi because he was afraid of the big man.

If Sophie's grandfather comes forward and must ask for justice for Sophie, what will Tong Zhenyu do?

When Zhang Zijun kneaded the noodles, her brain had been thinking so vaguely. When Tong Zhenyu arrived, her noodles had not been completely kneaded.

"Well, it took me more than 20 minutes to come here, and you didn't even knead the noodles," Tong Zhenyu smiled and shook his head, washed his hands, and took off the apron from her waist: "I'll knead the noodles, you chop the stuffing, I'm a master of kneading the noodles, you know."

"Zhang Zijun was speechless. He didn't want to discuss the problem of kneading noodles with him. He quickly took the leek to one side.

When Zhang Tianqian came home from work, he saw such a scene. Tong Zhenyu was rolling noodles and Zhang Zijun was making dumplings. They cooperated very well, but there was no communication.

"What's the matter? Are you two?" Zhang Tianqian pushed the door in and asked with a smile.

"Dad, you're back?" Zijun looked back at his smiling father and immediately changed the topic: "how's it going? Do you feel good in class?"

"Very good," Zhang Tianqian nodded, with a thick pile of homework in his hand. He sighed with satisfaction: "it's better to work. If you are idle at home all day, you can get sick."

"Dad is a workaholic," Tong Zhenyu said with a smile. "People think they don't have to go to work. Just go fishing, play ball and spend a holiday all day. Dad has to go to work."

"Er, that's the life of the rich. We're just ordinary people. We can't enjoy such a life." Zhang Tianqian said with a smile and looked at the dumplings they made.

"Just now your aunt Zhao called to come over for dinner. How many noodles did you knead, Zijun?" Zhang Tianqian asked tentatively.

"Oh, enough for her." Zhang Zijun quickly replied, "Dad, I thought I would pack more and put it in the refrigerator for you to make breakfast. Since aunt Zhao is coming, I'll cook it all."

Zhang Tianqian nodded with satisfaction. Then he went into the study with a pile of homework books. His daughter and son-in-law were here. He didn't have to worry about dinner at all.

"Dad and aunt Zhao seem to be getting closer and closer?" Tong Zhenyu said to Zhang Zijun who was mixing cold dishes when cooking dumplings.

Zhang Zijun lowered his head and didn't say anything. She had guessed about her father and Zhao Rong. If his father didn't like Zhao Rong very much, he wouldn't have given her son make-up lessons for so long.

My father is still young. It's sooner or later to find someone else. It's just that my mother has been away for less than a year. She's really uncomfortable.

Tong Zhenyu comforted her in turn: "it's better for Dad to be taken care of than no one. Mom must be worried that dad has no one to take care of. She should be happy to know that dad has someone to take care of."

Zhang Zijun bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, and then nodded. Her father was in the study and they were in the kitchen. She didn't want to discuss this issue too much with Tong Zhenyu.

Because Zhao Rong is coming, Tong Zhenyu specially cooked two more dishes. In order to please his future mother-in-law, Tong Zhenyu even took out his specialty egg and meat.

There was a table full of dishes and two plates of dumplings. We didn't have dinner until Zhao Rong came.

But at 6:30 p.m., Zhao Rong didn't arrive, and at 7 p.m., Zhao Rong didn't arrive, which made Tong Zhenyu and Zhang Zijun confused. Even Zhang Tianqian felt something wrong.

"I called to ask where she had gone?" Zhang Tianqian said, took his cell phone and turned into the study.

Zhang Zijun looked at the closed study door and said, "before, my father called my mother, but he never avoided me."

Hearing this, Tong Zhenyu smiled and stroked her head to comfort her: "you know when your father called your mother, they were already husband and wife. They were not in love. There was no need to whisper. Now your father and aunt Zhao are still in love, so they naturally need to whisper."

Tong Zhenyu's words just fell. The door of the study was opened. Zhang Tianqian's face was a little bad and came out: "let's eat first. We won't wait for her. She said to work overtime and won't come to dinner at night."

"Oh, OK." Zijun saw that his father's face was not very good, and it was not easy to ask him if he had a conflict with Zhao Rong.

Because Zhao Rong who said he would come didn't come, and because Zhang Tianqian's face was not very good, the dinner was a little stuffy. Zhang Tianqian didn't speak, and Tong Zhenyu and Zhang Zijun didn't say much.

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After dinner, Zhang Zijun followed Tong Zhenyu downstairs. When she found that there was only one car downstairs, she was stunned immediately: "Tong Zhenyu, didn't you drive here?"

"I took a taxi." Tong Zhenyu smiled and took the car key from her hand: "don't you say you want to be environmentally friendly and drive less? I did everything according to my wife's instructions."

"... Zhang zijunmo, Tong Zhenyu is a poor talker. He can always find so many reasons for what he does.

"Tong Zhenyu, I slapped Sophie in the face this afternoon!" Zhang Zijun got on the bus and said to Tong Zhenyu. She thought he probably knew it.

"Slap in the face?" Tong Zhenyu frowned slightly and turned to look at her.

Zhang Zijun nodded mechanically: "yes."

"Why didn't she slap her face?" Tong Zhenyu asked solemnly, as if she had made a low-level mistake without slapping her face.

".." Zhang Zijun was speechless. Did he support her to fight Sophie?

Tong Zhenyu leaned over and kissed heavily on his forehead: "ignore Sophie. She's like a mad dog. Don't let the mad dog affect our relationship between husband and wife. It's not worth it!"