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

When Wang Zichen took a shower and went downstairs, the housekeeper had already left, and Lan Xinhui was in the kitchen to put away the dishes.

Her long hair was tied into a bun and hung behind her head. The simple white shirt and dark blue mid-length skirt made her even more elegant and refined.

Seeing him coming in, a smile slowly bloomed on her face like a flower: "Come down? Come and have breakfast!"

Her bright smile and soft tone made his heart suddenly soften, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented warmth and romance in the kitchen—it turns out that there is a hostess in the house, that's how it feels.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Come here!" She greeted him with a smile, and thoughtfully opened the chair for him.

He sat down enjoying it, and sighed: "It's nice to have a mistress at home!"

"The housekeeping aunt made the delicious breakfast!" Lan Xinhui said with a smile, "Didn't you eat breakfast made by her every day? Why are you feeling so emotional all of a sudden today?"

He took her hand: "today is different."

A red cloud appeared on Lan Xinhui's face: "What's the difference?"

"Why are you blushing all of a sudden?" He stared at the red cloud on her face, and teased her with a smile: "You don't think you want to go somewhere else, do you?"

"No... you let go!" She struggled.

He held her hand tightly: "last night It was really beautiful."

"I didn't expect that!" she declared hastily, and struggled again in confusion: How did he mention this?It's so embarrassing!

He smiled, let go of her hand, but didn't tease her any more, just stared at her pretty face covered with red clouds, and said: "I feel very warm and at ease seeing you in the kitchen this morning."

"Okay, I got it, let's have breakfast!" Lan Xinhui urged him: "This porridge is so glutinous and fragrant, and the temperature should be just right, eat it quickly!"

"But, I don't want to eat porridge." He couldn't help but want to tease her. He leaned over and whispered, "I want to eat you."

"Cough cough cough..." Lan Xinhui was choked all of a sudden and coughed a lot.

Wang Zichen pulled the chair and sat down, stroking her quilt to help her breathe, he said funnyly: "Didn't you start eating yet? Why did you choke?"

"Cough cough cough..." Lan Xinhui's anger finally eased a bit, she gave him a coquettish look: "Isn't it because of you..."

It was obviously a complaint, but her coquettish tone, annoyed stare, and angry look were very cute.

He couldn't help laughing "hehe": "Okay, blame me, blame me..." He scooped up a spoon and handed it to her mouth: "Come on, I'll feed you."

"No more," Lan Xinhui dodged shyly: How did this person become so nasty!

The affectionate and fleshy Wang Zichen in front of her was completely different from the cold and indifferent Wang Zichen she had known before.

Lan Xinhui secretly wondered, is this person in front of him Wang Zichen, or his twin brother who looks exactly like him?

"What are you thinking?" He raised his left hand and touched her delicate face, but she quickly avoided it.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise: "What's wrong?"

She lowered her head: "It's nothing, hurry up and have breakfast, or it will be cold."

The two ate breakfast in silence.

Wang Zichen's cell phone rang, he took it out, glanced at it, picked it up, listened for a while, and said calmly: "Got it...the afternoon meeting has also been postponed...then let Vice President Ou preside over it. "

"You put it away first," he said to Lan Xinhui when he saw Lan Xinhui started to pack the dishes. He hung up the phone.

Seeing his calm and self-sufficient appearance when answering the phone, and instantly changing into a warm-hearted appearance when talking to her, Lan Xinhui was finally sure: this person is Wang Zichen and there is nothing wrong with it.

There is a saying that goes well: No matter how cruel a man is, he has such a tender side, it depends on who he is facing.

She is very happy, now Wang Zichen has shown her a warm and gentle side.