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

This collision was really bad: the steak, sushi, salmon, cold snails, fruit and vegetable salad, etc. that Lan Xinhui held on the plate in her left hand almost all poured on the person, even the glass in her right hand The orange juice in the bottle also spilled on the other party's white shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lan Xinhui apologized hastily.She hurriedly put the plates and cups in her hand on the table next to her, grabbed some paper towels, and went to wipe her soiled clothes.

From the front of the shirt where all kinds of delicacies and orange juice were stuck, to the abdomen, and then all the way down...Suddenly, her wrist was caught.

"Where are you touching?!" Lan Xinhui suddenly realized that the place she just wiped was the crotch of the man's trousers when she heard the voice turned from embarrassment into anger.Realizing that her hand had just touched the core secret area of ​​a man, Lan Xinhui's face turned red...

Lan Xinhui hid the hand that caused the accident behind her back, looked up at the other party in a panic, but saw the familiar handsome face, her eyes widened in surprise: it was him? !

Seeing her staring at him with wide-eyed eyes, her seductive red lips slightly parted, as if she was graciously inviting a kiss... Wang Zichen felt a rush of heat rushing to his head from the place where he had just been touched. For a moment, he really wanted to kiss regardless.

He pulled his eyes away fiercely, and he heard himself say in a hoarse voice, furious and exasperated: "Do you believe that I will sue you for molestation?"

Charged with indecent assault?Lan Xinhui was a little bit dumbfounded: It was obviously just an accident, why did it become a criminal case?What's more, what he did to her before was much worse than this, and she hasn't even told him yet!

Although she was slandered in her heart, Lan Xinhui still sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it."

"Hmph, you better not mean it." Wang Zichen snorted angrily, seeing An Ji and Ou Shaojie approaching, worried that they would say something nice again, he turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

Wearing a shirt that had been stuck to food and splashed with fruit juice, not only was it dirty and sticky, it made him uncomfortable, but he was also treated like a monkey all the way out, Wang Zichen's face was very dark.

After An Ji paid the bill, he glanced at Wang Zichen's stiff and angry back, and then at Ou Shaojie who was walking out side by side. Seeing him constipated while suppressing a smile, he gave him a sideways glance and blamed him: " It's all your fault, why sit in the lobby and experience life?"

"Haha!" Ou Shaojie couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed directly: "If you don't come here, how can you see the embarrassing look of the prince just now, haha!"

He danced and gestured and said: "First he was splashed with food and drink, and then he was handed up and down... Haha, look at him like that, he is going to be a woman's body!" container.) Oh, no, the male body is full, haha!"

An Ji couldn't help but smile when he heard that he described Wang Zichen's embarrassing appearance just now as a masculine body, and thought of Wang Zichen's appearance just now when he was splashed with food and drink.

"By the way, that girl just now is really exciting!" Ou Shaojie gave a thumbs up and praised: "How dare you openly play tricks on the prince, what a shame!"

He glanced at Wang Zichen's stiff back, and said: "Haha, the prince is so old, it's the first time he is touched by a woman, I don't know what he feels like?"

His eloquence aroused Anji's gossip cells, and he lowered his voice and whispered: "Who said this is the first time he was touched? He was touched many years ago. Hearing from Ziji, then The woman directly took off the prince's pants, and reached out to touch his thigh. The bottom of the leg..."

"Wow! Really?!" Ou Shaojie exclaimed, "Tell me about the situation at that time!"

An Ji was about to gossip, when he heard Wang Zichen whispering his name: "An, Ji!"

Only then did An Ji realize that Wang Zichen was standing next to him at some point, and he immediately returned from the mode of being a child to the mode of special assistant, and stood at attention: "Yes, boss!"

Wang Zichen lifted his foot and kicked him: "Go and drive the car over here!"