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

Lan Xinhui and Mi Li returned to the floor where they lived, and saw a man standing outside the door ringing the doorbell. He was dressed in white casual clothes, making his figure even more slender and upright.

For some reason, looking at this familiar figure from behind, her heart suddenly beat for no reason.

After Wang Zichen rang the doorbell, he felt someone approaching. When he turned his head, he saw Lan Xinhui and Mi Li.

"Are you back?" He said, looking at Lan Xinhui's blushing face: "Where did you go just now?"

"Go to the top of the building and have a look." Lan Xinhui said lightly, she put the hat she was holding on her head on her head, and freed her hand to find the key to open the door: "Come in!"

After Wang Zichen sat down, Lan Xinhui poured him a glass of water. Seeing his gaze sweeping over her fingers, Lan Xinhui noticed that there were still some unwashed dirt in her nails.She hastily withdrew her hand, and subconsciously hid it behind her back.

Originally, she wanted to go to the bathroom to wash her hands, but seeing Millie was using the bathroom, she went to the kitchen to wash.

Lan Xinhui was carefully washing the nails of each finger. After washing, she couldn't find a towel to wipe her hands. She shook her hand lightly, and with a wave of her arm, she met another person.

She turned her head in surprise and saw Wang Zichen standing behind her at some point.And some of the water she threw out just now fell on him.

"Have you gone to grow vegetables?" He frowned and said, "Now... why are you still growing vegetables yourself? Just ask someone to take care of them."

Lan Xinhui patiently explained to him: "Actually, growing vegetables is not a hard job, and it's Millie who is doing the work, and I'm just helping."

That being the case, Wang Zichen didn't say much, seeing Lan Xinhui measuring the rice for cooking, he said, "Put more rice, I'll have dinner at home tonight."

Lan Xinhui was stunned for a moment before she realized that what he said by "eating at home" meant eating at her place. She added half a cup of extra rice, but she whispered, "What should I do? We don't have any food at home tonight!"

"I'm not a guest, what kind of food do you want?" Wang Zichen said, "I can eat whatever I want."

Lan Xinhui glanced at the remaining dishes: "But, there are only some sauerkraut and meat." And the amount is quite small.

Wang Zichen frowned upon hearing the words: "You'd better not eat pickled things now."

"Why... how do you know?" Lan Xinhui asked him in a low voice, she didn't even know it herself!

Thinking of how eagerly he was to supplement knowledge about pregnancy health care, Wang Zichen couldn't help but feel a little hot. He coughed lightly and said, "Say, is this common sense? It's your own ignorance."

His tone was very gentle, and there was a slight smile on his reddish face. Hearing such words, Lan Xinhui felt as if he was flirting, and she couldn't help but blush.Unexpectedly, Wang Zichen, who seemed to be very cold-faced before, also had such a side.

The two blushed and faced each other in silence, but they didn't feel embarrassed. After a while, Lan Xinhui looked away and said, "There are too few dishes, why don't I go buy some?"

"No need," Wang Zichen still remembered what he said before that he was not a guest: "I saw there are eggs, just steam some eggs." He stretched out his hand and took out the eggs in the corner.

"That's good." Lan Xinhui took out a large porcelain bowl, boiled water to wash the dishes, and said, "By the way, I've given you a set of keys here, it's on the shoe cabinet by the door, remember before you leave Take it."

"Well," Wang Zichen saw that Lan Xinhui had washed the bowl, took it, and cracked the eggs into the bowl one by one. Lan Xinhui couldn't help being a little dazed watching his skillful movements. She always felt that Wang Zichen like this was the same as her before The Wang Zichen I know is very different. The Wang Zichen in front of me is just like a warm man at home.