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

The auspicious time for Wang Zichen's house is ten o'clock.Therefore, although Lan Xinhui and the others slept until they woke up naturally, and then had a leisurely breakfast before returning to Green City Xinyuan, they still had plenty of time.

Because everything is newly bought, when Jishi joined the occupancy, he just hugged a pair of pillows symbolically, and some things like rice noodles, which was very easy and smooth.

Wang Zichen kept a low profile and didn't do anything special. He just invited his good friends Ou Zijie, An Ji, and Lan Xinhui's grandmother, Mili Tan Lao.

After joining the group, after eating lunch in the new house, everyone dispersed: Ou Zijie and An Ji were sent to the company to replace Wang Zichen for a meeting, Grandma Lan Xinhui said she was going back to rest, Millie and Tan Lao Go with her.

Lan Xinhui, as the hostess, of course had to stay.

When she rolled up her sleeves and cleaned up the dishes, Wang Zichen came over and said, "Don't clean up, I'll call the housekeeping aunt right now."

"No need, there are not too many things here." Lan Xinhui started to put away the dishes.

"I'll do it," Wang Zichen put down the phone and walked over, "Don't forget, you can't lift heavy things now." He slightly bent down and carried her pile of bowls to the kitchen.

In fact, it's just a few bowls, and it doesn't necessarily weigh much, but since he wants to do it himself, she is also happy to enjoy the leisure.

After bringing everything on the table to the kitchen, Wang Zichen walked over again, and when he got close to her, he stretched out his hands.

Lan Xinhui saw that he seemed to be about to hug her, and hid with a smile: "What are you doing? You just brought the plate, so you must be very skillful."

"Come here quickly," Wang Zichen couldn't help laughing and said, "If you think too much, I want you to help me roll up my sleeves."

Damn, why are you thinking about it again?Lan Xinhui blushed and took off her gloves, and came over to roll up his sleeves.

She was seriously rolling up his sleeves when he bowed his head and leaned over to steal a piece of incense.

"Stop making trouble!" She glared at him coquettishly.

"I didn't make trouble," Wang Zichen said with an innocent face, "I just wanted to express my gratitude."

"Who wants you to thank me like this?" Lan Xinhui wanted to put on a straight face and stare at him, but couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You don't want me." Wang Zichen acted arrogantly and refused to leave, he leaned his face closer: "I washed the dishes so hard today, thank you too, come on, have a fragrant one?"

"No more." Lan Xinhui refused to do what he wanted, and deliberately turned her head away.

"I already thanked you, but you refused to return the gift, don't you know the principle of 'come and don't reciprocate'?" Wang Zichen smiled maliciously: "Or, you deliberately want to be 'indecent' I."

What kind of nonsense is this?Lan Xinhui stared at him angrily.

He smiled, bowed his head and kissed her under her staring gaze.

Originally, it was just a shallow kiss, but the more he kissed, the more addicted he became.

Lan Xinhui took advantage of him to take a break to take a breath, and gently pushed him: "Okay, let's wash the dishes!"

"Disappointing." He muttered half-truthfully, took a deep breath, and replenished oxygen to his somewhat hypoxic mind.It was terrible, if she didn't stop him, he didn't know what he would do.

In broad daylight, put her on the oil-stained dining table?Wang Zichen glanced at the messy dining table, and secretly shivered: This is too heavy, right?

Lan Xinhui didn't know the heavy-tasting image in his mind, seeing that he was still standing there blankly, she gave him a light push: "Go wash the dishes!"

She put on the gloves herself and started clearing the table.