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

After being startled for a moment, Wang Zichen quickly calmed down, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, and he nodded in agreement: "Yes, you're welcome, anyway, I'm not an outsider."

While talking, he took the plate of vegetables from Lan Xinhui's hand, put it on the dining table, and said to her familiarly: "Is there anything else you want to bring?"

"No more." Lan Xinhui pointed to the soup on the table and said, "However, it's better if the soup is hot."

"I'll do it." Wang Zichen slightly bent over and picked up the soup: "Where do you keep it hot?"

"Kitchen, in that pot...you come with me."

After watching Lan Xinhui lead Wang Zichen into the kitchen with both eyes, Tan Lao and Mi Li looked at each other, and they both saw question marks in each other's eyes.

Zhu Jiumei looked at Wang Zichen's back carrying soup into the kitchen with satisfaction, then looked away, and explained to Mi Li and Qin Lao: "Huihui said, that's her boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Both Millie and Tan Lao exclaimed.Millie recalled what Lan Xinhui said about marrying Wang Zichen, so it was true?

Seeing that Millie was startled, and then lost in thought, Zhu Jiumei couldn't help being a little surprised: "What? You know him too?"

"I know." Millie said, "He's a customer of our company...a very, very big customer." Millie's gossip cells began to recover: "Grandma, he's a big boss!"

"Hehe," Zhu Jiumei said with a smile, "as long as he treats us Huihui well, it doesn't matter whether he is the big boss or not."

Tan Lao glared at the nympho Millie with displeasure: "Isn't Huihui also a big boss?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Millie looked at him provocatively: "So, they're in the same family... aren't they, grandma?"

In the kitchen, after Lan Xinhui cleaned the soup pot, Wang Zichen carefully poured the soup into it, and Lan Xinhui turned on the gas valve to turn on the fire.Although the two were silent, they cooperated very well, as if they often cooperated like this.

After the work was done, the two of them stood together in front of the stove, silently watching the blue flames.

The kitchen was already small, and Lan Xinhui felt that it was even more cramped after Wang Zichen stood in it. She inexplicably felt a sense of oppression coming from Wang Zichen.

"that……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time and stopped talking at the same time.

"Tell me first." Hearing Lan Xinhui's habitual politeness to him, Wang Zichen frowned, but he didn't specify, but asked, "When are you going to tell them you're pregnant..."

"Shhh -" Lan Xinhui hurriedly stopped when he heard the word "pregnant". In a hurry, she reached out her hand to cover Wang Zichen's mouth.

Only when her palm touched his soft lips did she feel something was wrong, and just about to withdraw her hand, Wang Zichen quickly raised his hand to grab hers and pressed it on his lips.

He pursed his lips and pressed a kiss on her palm.

Lan Xinhui felt her palm was hot, as if an electric current flowed from her palm to her limbs, she couldn't help but tremble all over.

She blushed and looked at Wang Zichen, only to see that he lowered his head, his eyes locked on her tightly, his eyes were as deep as the sea, which made her sink involuntarily.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Zichen let go of her hand: "Give me the key to your house!"

"Ah?" Lan Xinhui was stunned for a moment before she understood what he meant: "But, I will be moving in two days..."

"No, you will move tonight," Wang Zichen whispered, "Move to my place."

"No, this won't work!" Lan Xinhui said, suddenly realizing that she refused too quickly and without mercy, she hurriedly lowered her voice and explained: "My grandma is here, and I haven't told her about the marriage, so it's not good good."