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

"This garden is so unique and beautiful!" Millie sighed, and wondered curiously, "Who built such a small garden?"

She looked up at Lan Xinhui, and guessed whimsically: "Could it be a surprise from your family Wang Zichen?"

"No way?" Lan Xinhui had never thought about it this way before. These days, she didn't know what was going on with her, her heart was empty, and she felt an inexplicable flustered feeling.

Before Wang Zichen left, he said that he would be back in two or three days at least, and in three or five days at most, but now it has been more than a week, and he still hasn't come back.

When he first arrived in Beijing, he called her several times, but there was no news after that.

She kept having nightmares for several nights, especially last night's dream, in which Wang Zichen said ruthlessly, "Let's get a divorce!"

She woke up crying from her dream, and when she called him, she couldn't answer it.She wondered if he had set up to reject her calls.

Thinking of this, the beauty in front of me seemed to be overshadowed.Lan Xinhui turned around sleepily, wanting to walk back to their vegetable field.

Suddenly, her eyes widened in disbelief, and a handsome figure walked over step by step with unrestrained steps.

Although she couldn't see his face clearly against the light, she still felt her heart beat violently, her nose sore, and her eyes began to heat up.

In the hazy tearful eyes, the figure striding towards the light seemed to be shining with golden light, which dazzled her so much that she couldn't open her eyes. His firm steps seemed to step on her heart every step of the way.

However, when he walked in front of her and stopped, her heartbeat not only did not fall back, but beat even faster.

"I'm back," she heard him say to her.

"Okay," she heard herself reply.

The two stood in pairs, looking at each other silently.He didn't say a word, but thousands of words were already in his silently caring eyes.

Millie, feeling superfluous, quietly left the garden and went downstairs.

I don't know how long it took, he stretched out his hand to take her little hand, led her under the grape arbor, looked up at the grape arbor above his head, and then looked down at her, "Do you like this place?"

"I like it, I like it very much." Lan Xinhui nodded, and suddenly her heart pounded. Could it be that it was really arranged by him as Millie said?

"Is this garden yours?" She couldn't help asking.

"No, it's not mine..." He smiled and looked down at her: "It's ours."

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, on the quiet top floor, under the quiet grape arbor, two people standing holding hands, freeze like a timeless picture.

I don't know how long it took, but his hand that was holding her waist slowly lifted up. She thought that he was going to hold her face and kiss her, and her heart skipped a beat.

However, he did not do that.He stretched out his hand and plucked a purple-red grape from the grape rack above her head: "These grapes have just been airlifted from Xinjiang. The sun over there is particularly good, so the grapes are also very sweet."

He brought the grapes to her mouth: "Come and have a taste."

She opened her mouth slightly, and he squeezed the grape flesh into her mouth, and the sweet and fragrant taste filled her mouth.

"Is it delicious?" He asked, his voice suddenly lowered, as if sharing a secret with her.

"Delicious." She lowered her head and lowered her voice.

A big hand wrapped around her slender waist, and her frantic heart jumped even more.She saw him leaning over with his head lowered, his voice lowered, even a little hoarse: "Let me try it too."

"Huh?" She was stunned, she had already eaten the grapes in her mouth, how could he taste them?

He answered her question with practical actions: he grabbed her lips, and while she was in a state of astonishment, he drove straight in, savoring the grapes in her mouth, and her sweet lips...