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

Lan Xinhui heated up the milk in the microwave, and sent a cup to the father-in-law in the study and the mother-in-law in the guest room.Seeing that the mother and son were still talking inside, she went back to the kitchen, heated up two more cups of milk, picked up one of them, and drank slowly.

Suddenly, a tall figure came in, Lan Xinhui turned her head to look over, saw a familiar figure and face, thought it was Wang Zichen who came in.

However, she suddenly noticed that the clothes he was wearing were different from what she saw just now, and she realized that this was not Wang Zichen, but his younger brother Wang Ziji. She cried out inwardly: Nima, if they all wear the same How can she tell the difference?

Looking back, she was embarrassing enough. Almost every time she saw this little uncle, she would make some troubles.When they met for the first time, they regarded the two brothers as one person, and today they regarded him as Wang Zichen in the garden...

"Are you back?" She asked Wang Ziji who was strolling over, "Xin...Tiantian, is she alright?"

"It's okay." Wang Ziji saw that there was still a glass of milk on the table, and he happened to be thirsty, so he picked it up and drank it.

Lan Xinhui originally warmed that cup of milk for Wang Zichen to drink, but she didn't say anything at this time, she wanted to warm another cup of milk for Wang Zichen, she opened the refrigerator to see that there was no milk in it, so she had to give up.

The two sat at the dining table not facing each other, drinking milk silently. Wang Ziji smiled and said, "I wanted to play tricks on you just now...how did you recognize mine so much tonight?"

"Clothes," Lan Xinhui said honestly, "I remember he wasn't wearing this kind of clothes... Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to tell the difference between you two, you two look so much alike!"

She looked at the familiar face in front of her, but still couldn't find the difference between him and Wang Zichen: "How do others distinguish between you two?"

"Based on feeling, if you are familiar with the two of us or one of them enough, you will naturally be able to tell the difference." Wang Ziji joked: "If you can't tell the difference, then don't tell the difference!"

"Don't be joking!" Lan Xinhui said worriedly: "Tonight, in the garden of the steam room, I thought you were your brother... It seems that your mother saw you."

"Then what's the matter?" Wang Ziji said nonchalantly: "That is, you almost fell down by accident, and I helped you, and there is nothing intimate about it... But, do you need me to explain to my mother?"

Lan Xinhui nodded: "It's fine if you can explain it to her. If I have the right opportunity, I'll explain it to her too. Although it's nothing, it's better to explain it clearly."

"Also, can you stop joking with me like just now," Lan Xinhui said, "If Zichen sees it, he will misunderstand."

"It's better to misunderstand," Wang Ziji said indifferently: "I haven't seen him jealous before, and I just saw it."

"What do you know?" Wang Zichen's voice suddenly broke in, and others also walked in. Seeing Lan Xinhui and Wang Ziji drinking a glass of milk each, he glanced at the empty table: "Where's my milk!"

"I see how you are jealous." Wang Ziji joked, he drank the milk in the glass in one gulp, and raised the glass to Wang Zichen: "I drank all your milk."

Wang Zichen came over and lightly punched his younger brother on the shoulder: "You boy, you have the nerve to say so!"

"What's there to be embarrassed about," Wang Ziji said, "Anyway, you still have milk to drink when you go back."

There was nothing wrong with this sentence, but Wang Zichen heard the pun behind the words, and he punched his younger brother again: "What nonsense are you talking about? From now on, you are not allowed to say such nonsense in front of your sister-in-law!"