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

Dimly, Lan Xinhui felt a gentle kiss on her forehead, she opened her eyes, and she saw Wang Zichen's enlarged handsome face.

"Woke you up?" Wang Zichen said softly, bowed his head and kissed her face again: "If you are still sleepy, go on to sleep!"

"Are you getting up?" Lan Xinhui asked, she looked down and saw that he was fully dressed, and he was wearing going out clothes, she immediately woke up: "Are you going out? "

"Well, the plane at eight o'clock." Wang Zichen nodded.

The sorrow of parting suddenly swept over, Lan Xinhui stretched out her hand and wrapped it around his neck.

"Why did you suddenly become so clingy?" He asked with a smile, but lowered his body cooperatively so that it was easier for her to hug him.

"I don't want you to go." She said, hearing her own voice soft and soft, as if she was acting like a baby.

Wang Zichen seemed to realize it too, and laughed, and then he kissed her reluctantly: "I will be back as soon as possible, you have to take care of yourself."

"If you don't take care of yourself, will you come back and take care of me right away?" She teased him jokingly.

He shook his head: "If you don't take care of yourself, I will never come back."

"Hush—" Lan Xinhui hastily covered his mouth with her hand: "Don't say such things before going out." Never coming back again, what an unlucky thing!

"Okay." Wang Zichen kissed her hand covering his mouth, and said, "Take a good rest these few days, and push the work first. I have already found a vice president for you. Come over after handing over."

At this time, Wang Zichen's cell phone rang, he took Lan Xinhui's hand away, and took off her hand around her neck, then bowed his head and kissed her: "I should go... I made breakfast , since you're awake, go down and eat while it's hot, and then go upstairs to rest after eating."

"Okay." She sat up readily, but he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her directly on the lips.She dodged: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet...uh..."

The short kiss ended quickly, but Lan Xinhui still remained in the shock of that kiss. She watched him blankly after the kiss ended, then turned around to get the suitcase in the corner of the room, and then , he turned back and smiled at her, and walked towards the door.

Seeing him open the door and walk out, Lan Xinhui suddenly jumped up from the bed, threw off the quilt, and rushed towards the door.

She hugged him about two meters outside the door, and she hugged his waist from behind him: "I don't want you to go." She heard herself whispering.

"You—" He suddenly turned around and hugged her: "You will be so cold like this..." Seeing the tears in her eyes, he didn't continue his reproach, he sighed, Hold her tighter.

He dropped the suitcase, carried her back to the bedroom, found a thicker long home coat and put it on her, carried her downstairs, and placed her by the dining table, he went to the shoe cabinet to find a pair of cotton slippers .The slippers are embroidered with exquisite patterns, making them soft and warm to wear.

"You bought it for me?" she asked in surprise.

He nodded, his cell phone rang again, he ignored the cell phone, but kissed her forehead: "Eat well, take care of yourself."

"Well," she nodded vigorously, "I'll wait for you to come back."

He rubbed the top of her hair, turned around, picked up the suitcase, changed her shoes, and went out.

She silently opened the purple clay pot containing the porridge, and the fragrance of the porridge came to her nostrils. She filled a bowl of porridge, lowered her head and took a sip, her mouth felt soft and sticky, but she couldn't swallow it.

It was as if something was stuck in her throat, preventing her from swallowing.

And my heart is empty.

She also couldn't explain why this happened: Isn't it just a few days away?Why are you so sad?