The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Xin Jinrong helped Lan Xinhui up, and asked her concerned if she was injured. Lan Xinhui said that she was not injured, but he still insisted on taking her to a nearby hospital for examination to make sure.

While waiting for the examination in the hospital, Xin Jinrong asked Lan Xinhui's workplace, and heard her say that she hadn't found a job yet.He said his company was in need of a secretarial assistant, asked her to apply, and handed her his business card.

After checking that Lan Xinhui was fine, when he came out of the hospital, Xin Jinrong said that he invited her to dinner to calm her down.

Lan Xinhui couldn't refuse, and didn't dare to embarrass him who might become the boss too much, so she agreed to have dinner with him.

The place Xin Jinrong took her to was the Saraba Newton Casual Restaurant.

"This is one of my daughter's favorite restaurants." When entering the restaurant, Xin Jinrong said to Lan Xinhui: "She likes the beef steak here very much, you can try it later."

"Okay, thank you!" Lan Xinhui smiled.Seeing how attentive and caring he was to her at first, she was worried that he might have other plans for her.But he has maintained a modest and gentlemanly demeanor from beginning to end, treating people kindly but not frivolously, which makes people can't help but let down their guard.

At this moment, seeing the doting smile on his face when he mentioned his daughter, Lan Xinhui couldn't help smiling. She always thought that a person who can talk about family members naturally in front of the opposite sex is at least not a person with evil intentions.

At a table in a quiet and hidden corner of the restaurant, Wang Zichen elegantly forked up the last piece of fruit wood beef steak on the plate, and was about to put it in his mouth. Lan Xinhui and Xin Jinrong.Then, the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.

An Ji noticed that Wang Zichen's eyes had been staring somewhere in front of him.He followed his gaze, and when he saw Lan Xinhui and Xin Jinrong, he said "Huh", "Isn't that the girl from Pengci? And Mr. Xin? Why did they come to eat together?"

"Oh," Ou Zijie sneered: "Sure enough, a ghost came out of touching porcelain!" He touched some Wang Zichen: "It's the same as what your cousin met last time. After touching each other, we will have dinner together..."

Wang Zichen snorted coldly, put the beef in his mouth, and chewed hard.

An Ji glanced at Wang Zichen and said, "Mr. Xin looks quite decent, I didn't expect..."

"Decent? That's because he didn't meet any real temptation," Ou Zijie pointed his chin in Lan Xinhui's direction: "If you meet someone like that, who can still be Liu Xiahui, he is not a man!"

"Stop talking about that," Wang Zichen said impatiently, "Can you pay attention to what you say in public?"

"Ha, why are you annoyed?" Ou Zijie smiled nonchalantly. He glanced at the smelly Wang Zichen and joked, "Hey, don't you regret it? If you ignored her then..."

"Nonsense!" Wang Zichen interrupted Ou Zijie's eloquence, he put down the fork in his hand a little irritably, pushed away the chair and stood up: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

When Lan Xinhui walked into the restaurant, she didn't notice Wang Zichen and the others in the corner, because her attention was all taken away by the food.

Not only is it a kind of enjoyment to taste the food, but it is also a kind of enjoyment to pick and choose from the dazzling array of food.

Three-fruit wood-flavored steak, salmon sashimi, sushi, cold snails, fruit and vegetable salad... Lan Xinhui filled a butterfly, poured another glass of orange juice, and then walked back with the plate in her left hand and the orange juice in her right hand.

Suddenly she saw An Ji at the table in the corner, and she recognized him as the one who had been with that person the few times they met.So she eagerly looked at the person sitting with An Ji, but found that he was not the familiar and strange person she had been looking for.

While walking, Lan Xinhui looked at An Ji, and accidentally collided with a person who was walking by.