Zhang Zijun was kneading the dough, and Tong Zhenyu's mobile phone called.

"Zijun, where have you been?" Tong Zhenyu's voice was suspicious, and there was a sound of pushing the door in the earpiece, probably looking for her at home.

"I'm at my dad's house," Zijun held the phone with his hand that was still carrying flour residues: "Won't you give me a holiday in the afternoon?" I had nothing to do, so I came to my dad's house, kneading dough, and preparing to make some dumplings for my dad. ”

"Then knead some more noodles, I'll come over to eat it in the evening." Tong Zhenyu commanded on the phone.

"Okay." Zhang Zijun hesitated, but finally replied yes.

Today she slapped Sophie, and Tong Zhenyu went back to the Tong family compound in the afternoon, I don't know how Sophie Fei told the Tong family?

Although Mrs. Tong usually doesn't particularly like Su Feifei, but Su Feifei grew up in the Tong family's college, it is unlikely that Wan Shufen does not feel sorry for Su Feifei at all.

The most important thing is that Aunt Xue's father, Su Feifei's grandfather, is said to be a big man in Beijing, and Tong Zhenyu's father Tong Tiexin had to divorce Bai Glaze and marry Su Xueqi because he was afraid of that big man.

If Su Feifei's grandfather comes forward and must ask for justice for Su Feifei, what will happen to Tong Zhenyu?

Zhang Zijun kept thinking like this in his brain when he kneaded his dough, and when Tong Zhenyu arrived, her dough had not been completely kneaded.

"Uh, it's taken me more than twenty minutes to come here, and you haven't even kneaded the dough," Tong Zhenyu shook his head with a smile, washed his hands, and took the apron from her waist: "I'll knead the dough, you go and chop the stuffing, I'm a master of kneading dough, you know." ”

“.” Zhang Zijun was speechless, and didn't want to discuss the problem of kneading dough with him, so he quickly took the leeks aside to take care of them.

When Zhang Tianyan came home from work, he saw such a scene, Tong Zhenyu was rolling dough, Zhang Zijun was making dumplings, the two cooperated very tacitly, but there was no communication.

"What's wrong? What are you two? Zhang Tianyan pushed the door in and asked with a smile.

"Dad, you're back?" Zijun looked back at his father with a smile on his face, and immediately changed the topic: "How is it?" It feels good to be in class, right? ”

"It's good, it's good," Zhang Tianyan nodded, with a thick stack of homework in his hand, and sighed with satisfaction: "It's better to work, a person who is idle at home all day long, can be idle." ”

"Dad is a workaholic," Tong Zhenyu took over with a smile: "People think that they don't have to go to work, just fish, fish, play ball, and spend their vacations all day long, Dad has to go to work." ”

"Well, that's the life of a rich man, we're just ordinary people, and we can't enjoy that kind of life." Zhang Tianyan said with a smile, glancing at the dumplings they were wrapping.

"Just now your Aunt Zhao called and said that she was coming over for dinner, Zijun, how many noodles did you knead?" Zhang Tianyan asked tentatively.

"Oh, enough for her." Zhang Zijun hurriedly responded: "Dad, I thought about packing a little more and putting it in the refrigerator for you to make breakfast, since Aunt Zhao is coming, let's cook it." ”

Zhang Tianyan nodded with satisfaction, and then went into the study with a stack of homework books, his daughter and son-in-law are here, and he doesn't have to worry about dinner at all.

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

Zhang Zijun lowered his head and didn't squeak, she had already guessed the matter between her father and Zhao Rong, if her father didn't like Zhao Rong very much, he wouldn't have given her son a make-up lesson for free for so long.

My father is still young, and it is a matter of time before I want to find someone else, but my mother has been gone for less than a year. It's really uncomfortable.

Tong Zhenyu comforted her in turn: "It's better for Dad to be taken care of than no one to take care of her, Mom must be worried that Dad has no one to take care of over there, and I should be happy to know that Dad has someone to take care of." ”

Zhang Zijun bit her lower lip lightly, took a deep breath, and then nodded, her father was in the study, and the two of them were in the kitchen, she didn't want to discuss too much with Tong Zhenyu on this issue.

Because Zhao Rong was coming, Tong Zhenyu specially made two more dishes, in order to please the future mother-in-law, Tong Zhenyu even took out his own specialty egg wrapped meat.

A table full of dishes, two large plates of dumplings, and waited for Zhao Rong to come before starting the meal.

But at half past six in the evening, Zhao Rong didn't arrive, and at seven o'clock in the evening, Zhao Rong hadn't arrived yet, which made Tong Zhenyu and Zhang Zijun a little confused, and even Zhang Tianyan felt that something was wrong.

"I'm calling and asking where she's gone?" After Zhang Tianyan finished speaking, he took his mobile phone and turned around and entered the study.

Zhang Zijun looked at the closed study door and said sullenly: "In the past, my father called my mother, but he never avoided me. ”

Tong Zhenyu smiled when he heard this, and comforted her with his hand on her head: "You know that when your father and your mother called, they were already husband and wife, not in love, so there is no need to whisper, now that your father and Aunt Zhao are still in love, they naturally need to whisper." ”

As soon as Tong Zhenyu's words fell, the door of the study was opened, and Zhang Tianyan's face was slightly bad and walked out: "Let's eat first, don't wait for her, she said to work overtime, and she won't come to eat at night." ”

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

Because Zhao Rong, who said that he was coming, didn't come, and because Zhang Tianyan's face was not very good, this dinner was a little stuffy, Zhang Tianyan didn't speak, and Tong Zhenyu and Zhang Zijun didn't say much. ……

After dinner, Zhang Zijun followed Tong Zhenyu downstairs, and when she found that there was only one car of her own downstairs, she immediately paused: "Tong Zhenyu, didn't you drive over?" ”

"I took a taxi." Tong Zhenyu smiled and took the car key in her hand: "Didn't you say that you want to be environmentally friendly and drive less?" I did all this according to my wife's instructions. ”

“。” Zhang Zijunmo, Tong Zhenyu is a poor mouth, he can always find so many reasons for what he does.

"Tong Zhenyu, I slapped Sophie Fei this afternoon!" Zhang Zijun got in the car and said to Tong Zhenyu that she thought he probably already knew.

"A slap in the face?" Tong Zhenyu frowned slightly and turned his head to look at her.

Zhang Zijun nodded mechanically: "Yes." ”

"Why didn't you slap you twice at the time?!" Tong Zhenyu asked seriously, as if she had made a low-level mistake without slapping twice.

“。” Zhang Zijun was speechless, what is he, supporting her attitude of beating Sophie?

Tong Zhenyu leaned over and dropped a heavy kiss on his forehead: "Don't pay attention to Sophie, she is like a mad dog, don't let the mad dog affect our husband and wife relationship, it's not worth it!" ”