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

"Of course it has something to do with it," Lan Xinhui explained, "If you and Xin Tiantian get married soon, if you come to take over Xinrong Industrial...I think I will consider handing over the company to you..."

"Why is there such an additional condition?" Wang Zichen was a little dumbfounded: "You are not her mother, why did you give me the company as a dowry?"

Lan Xinhui said: "Because I think only you have the ability to take care of Xinrong Industrial."

She only made an objective statement, but Wang Zichen listened quite well: Does what she means must be him?

However, he said in his mouth: "Without me, they can manage the company well."

Lan Xinhui said: "No, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't trust you... You might not believe it, but I also have some feelings for the company, and I hope to entrust it to someone who can develop it You may find it ridiculous to say this, but I really think that I am more suitable for managing the company than the mother and daughter of the Xin family."

Wang Zichen rubbed his temples and remained silent.Lan Xinhui took the orange juice on the table and handed it to him.He took it and drank silently in small sips.

After a while, Wang Zichen stopped drinking orange juice, glanced at Lan Xinhui and said, "Running a company is hard work, and you must have experienced the hardships... Actually, it's not just hard work, it's also dangerous at times... …like tonight…”

His tone is very sincere, it can be said that he is earnest.

For a moment, Lan Xinhui was almost shaken: Yes, she is a young girl who doesn't understand anything and wants to take on the burden of a company. It is so difficult and sometimes dangerous, why does she make things difficult for herself?

After a moment of wavering, she said firmly: "I believe Mr. Xin must have a reason for handing over the company to me. Although I don't know what the reason is. However, I will not hand over the company to others. I will definitely Try to make the company better. Only in this way will he not let down his kindness, his trust and his deathbed entrustment..."

Speaking of this, Lan Xinhui couldn't help but think of all the things Mr. Xin had done during his lifetime, and her eyes couldn't help but heat up.

Hearing such a generous speech, and seeing Lan Xinhui's full of affection when she mentioned Xin Jinrong, Wang Zichen stopped persuading her, raised the orange juice bottle in his hand, and continued to drink the juice silently.

For some reason, he was obviously still drinking the juice in small sips, but suddenly he choked.

After coughing for a while, all the alcohol came up, and the acid in his stomach began, he stood up hurriedly, rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

After vomiting out all the contents in his stomach, Wang Zichen felt better. He turned on the hot water and took a hot bath by the way.

After washing his hair and taking a shower, he came out after a long time. He was a little surprised to see that Lan Xinhui was still in the guest room.

"Is it better?" Lan Xinhui put a food box in her hand on the table: "Just now I went to a supper shop downstairs and bought porridge for one night. You can eat some, maybe your stomach will feel better."

"Okay, thank you!" Wang Zichen said, he just vomited out all the contents in his stomach, after taking a bath, he smelled the fragrance of porridge, and he really felt hungry.

After wiping his hair, he threw the towel aside, picked up the porridge, and drank it.Lan Xinhui bought two bowls and ate with him.

After eating the porridge, Lan Xinhui packed up the disposable food box, Wang Zichen washed up and came out of the bathroom.

She looked at his still blushing face and said, "Your face is still very red, it may be that alcohol has entered the blood... Be careful when you sleep at night, and finally sleep on your side..."

"Okay, thank you!" Wang Zichen said, suddenly felt very ironic, and he didn't know if it was what she said, or the porridge he ate... All of these are due to her, aren't they?