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

Lan Xinhui went to Xin Jinrong's Xinrong Industrial Development Co., Ltd. to apply for a job, and she was accepted as the secretary assistant in the president's office.She is a studious, smart and motivated girl, and she gets to work quickly.

In the busy and fulfilling work, Lan Xinhui often thought of the person who was very similar to the boy back then.Every time she saw him in N city, it was a surprise for her.

Although Lan Xinhui couldn't help but blush every time he thought about the accident of the last meeting, but at least let her know that he hasn't left N City yet.She had tried to find him, but in N City's vast crowd of 800 million people, how easy was it to find a person whose name was not even certain?

Lan Xinhui couldn't help but pray secretly again, hoping that he would still stay in N City, and that they could meet again...

One afternoon, Yao Yao, Xin Jinrong's secretary, told Lan Xinhui that she was pregnant and could not drink.He asked Lan Xinhui to take her place to accompany Mr. Xin to a social event at night, and the enthusiastic Lan Xinhui readily agreed.

The social dinner that day was held at the highest-end restaurant in N City - Yunding View Restaurant.

Yunding's magnificent building, magnificent decoration, and ingenious vegetable delivery ladder... Lan Xinhui was dizzying and novel. Like Grandma Liu who had just entered the Grand View Garden, she wished she could have a few more pairs of eyes to take a good look.

After entering the VIP box, Lan Xinhui still couldn't hold back her gaze, and took a closer look at the elegant and unique decorations in the room.

Not long after, the door of the private room was pushed open, Mr. Xin immediately went up to greet him enthusiastically, Lan Xinhui restrained her mind and followed him to greet him with a smile.

Suddenly, her eyes widened incredulously: the man who shook hands with Mr. Xin was not the man she had been looking for all along? !

While in a daze, Lan Xinhui heard Mr. Xin introduce: "This is my secretary, Ms. Lan Xinhui. Xiaolan, this is Mr. Wang Zichen; this is Vice President Ou Shaojie; this is An Ji'an's special assistant. "

Lan Xinhui hastily reached out her hand to shake hands with them one by one: "Hello, Mr. Wang! Hello, Mr. Ou! Hello, Assistant Ante!"

"Miss Lan, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Lan Xinhui heard Wang Zichen say calmly, he stretched out his hand to shake her lightly and then let go.Polite but indifferent and distant, as if he and her were meeting for the first time.

Lan Xinhui originally wanted to recognize him, but she was overwhelmed by his alienated and indifferent attitude, so she greeted him politely and simply: "Mr. Wang!"

In sharp contrast to Wang Zichen's indifference and alienation is Ou Shaojie's enthusiasm.With a smile on his face, he took the initiative to hold Lan Xinhui's little hand, and asked with a smile: "Lan Xinhui? Is it Lan Xinhui's quality?"

Seeing Lan Xinhui nodded in agreement, he lightly patted her hand and praised: "Good name!" Then looked her up and down, and continued to praise: "You really live up to your name!"

Lan Xinhui was a little embarrassed by his praise: "Boss Ou praised you absurdly."

After Lan Xinhui shook hands with An Ji, Ou Shaojie said again: "Where is Miss Lan from? I heard that you speak standard Mandarin without an accent."

"I'm from Pennsylvania, and I came from a village in Pennsylvania." Lan Xinhui said truthfully: "I went to university in Beijing for four years, and my Mandarin was corrected a lot there."

Lan Xinhui grew up in a village of ethnic minorities, and went to an ethnic school after school, so she never spoke Mandarin when she was a child.Because of this, when she met that boy back then, she couldn't communicate with him.

So, from then on, she began to learn Mandarin from TV.Although she has learned Mandarin, her accent is very heavy. She made great efforts to correct her pronunciation when she was in college.Just so that one day when she meets him again, she can communicate with him freely.

Lan Xinhui glanced at Wang Zichen, and there was sadness in her eyes: Unexpectedly, when they met again, she had mastered Mandarin, but he no longer remembered her...