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

It seems to be only a few seconds, and it seems to be as long as centuries.

Then, Wang Zichen looked away rationally. He picked up the wine on the table and touched Lan Xinhui's wine glass lightly: "Miss Lan, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'll finish this glass of wine, you can do whatever you want."

Lan Xinhui raised the wine glass to her lips and took a small sip.This sip of wine seemed to be more mellow than the previous two cups, Lan Xinhui felt that she was drunk - it was intoxication: because of his heroic rescue of her and holding her to prevent her from falling, because of the tenderness between him and her just now Looking at each other, I was also impressed by what he said "Nice to meet you" and his gentlemanly and considerate "I did it, you can do whatever you want."!

Today he is different from the previous few encounters, he looks so kind and gentle now, just like the boy ten years ago...

Why did he suddenly become like this?Was it because he recognized her?Should she recognize him now?How is she going to bring up what happened back then?

While thinking, he hesitated for a moment, the opportunity was lost, and the bosses began to chat about business matters.

After that, Lan Xinhui didn't have the chance to talk about the events of that year.

However, this time Lan Xinhui was not depressed: at least she learned that his name was Wang Zichen, and she learned that he opened a company in N City; at least he was no longer so indifferent to her tonight.

As for meeting him and returning his longevity lock, Lan Xinhui was not so anxious anymore.Now he is an important customer of their company, and he should be in contact with him in the future.

Even if there is no contact at work, and his contact information is in the customer profile, it shouldn't be difficult to make an appointment in the future, right?

Lan Xinhui had a very happy night: everyone searched for him thousands of times, and now I finally found him!The long-cherished wish to taste the mood is naturally beautiful!

Maybe it was because she was in a good mood, Lan Xinhui drank more refreshingly, and unconsciously, she drank too much.

When the banquet was over, Lan Xinhui was already a little confused, she grabbed Wang Zichen who was about to leave, raised her blushing face and said to him: "Why don't you leave, I have something to tell you. "

Wang Zichen lowered his head and glanced at the hand being held. Her hand held him weakly, but he felt a warm and soft touch on the held wrist penetrated into the blood through the skin... He moved When I opened my eyes, I saw his big eyes blinking in a daze on his blushing face, and his bright red and plump lips opened and closed, all exuding fatal temptation.

With her like this, what else can she say when she pulls him?He didn't have to think about it.

If she was just an ordinary female secretary, he might just be self-willed, break his own principles, and simply not resist the temptation... But, damn it, she is the kind of woman he disdains to associate with, even, she once That bastard with me Wang Wenwei, how could he have entanglements with her?

He withdrew his gaze fiercely, and at the same time shook off her hand, thinking that he was not sure that he could resist the fatal temptation of such a charming her, so he cut off the chance to be alone with her early on.

When she was thrown away, Lan Xinhui staggered, and Xin Jinrong took two steps forward to support her.

Wang Zichen didn't go to see Lan Xinhui again, he glanced at Xin Jinrong who was protecting her in his arms, and said, "Miss Lan, you are drunk. Go back and rest first, we can talk about anything when you are sober."

Xin Jinrong said apologetically, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, Xiaolan is drunk, so don't argue with her." He turned to the waiter standing beside him and said, "Please make a cup of hangover tea."

Wang Zichen glanced at Lan Xinhui, who was quietly leaning against Xin Jinrong's arms, as if she had fallen asleep, and moved his eyes to Xin Jinrong's face: "Then Mr. Xin, let's go first."

Xin Jinrong nodded: "Okay, go slowly."