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

After Wang Zichen opened the door and got out of the car, he habitually wanted to go around and open the door for her, but he quickly controlled himself.

Lan Xinhui didn't wait for him to open the door, she opened the door and got out of the car.

Wang Zichen didn't look at her much, turned around and walked towards the gate of the restaurant. He went up the steps and walked into the gate of the restaurant.

The welcoming lady in kimono said with a smile: "Welcome! Who are you?"

Hearing her words, Wang Zichen suddenly realized that Lan Xinhui had not followed.He looked back, and saw Lan Xinhui was struggling up the stairs alone.

Her left foot landed slightly, and her right foot quickly jumped up a step.Or it was too hard to walk, or maybe because of the pain in her feet, her lips turned white from being bitten tightly, and fine sweat was already deep on her forehead.

Looking at her swollen ankle looming under her long skirt, Wang Zichen realized that the fall she fell in the suburban villa was not a fake fall, but a real sprained foot.

He sighed, turned and walked down a few steps, reaching out to support her.

"Thank you!" she thanked, smiling at him.He saw that her smile looked very bright and cheerful, like the bright sunshine shining over, which caught him off guard and dazzled him.

He didn't know why he felt this way, and he didn't know if the sudden shock in his heart just now was real.He didn't want to think about it so much, but carefully helped her up the stairs step by step.

If you don't count her hugging him from behind at noon today, and the flirting in the villa, this is the first physical contact between them after that riot.

Her little hands are soft and cool, just like before... All kinds of sweet memories from the past surged up in Wang Zichen's mind like a tsunami. .The blood rushed back to the heart, and then rushed to the limbs...

Fortunately, a few steps were quickly gone, and he immediately withdrew his hand.Seeing her limping and walking slowly, he no longer offered a helping hand, but he couldn't bear to look at her, so don't go.

"You go in first!" Lan Xinhui said softly to him: "Go in and order food first, I can eat as soon as I go in slowly."

Wang Zichen didn't leave first, he stood beside her, watched her move with difficulty, hesitated for a moment, and apologized: "I made you twist your foot at noon, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay." Lan Xinhui stopped walking and raised her head to smile at him, "I know you didn't mean it."

Seeing her smile, he quickly moved his eyes away: "Although it wasn't intentional, it's also true that you were injured a few times because of me..."

He paused and continued: "So, let's get a divorce as soon as possible. After the divorce, whether it's accidental or not, I won't be able to hurt you anymore." Hearing his own tone, he was really earnest.

Hearing him say the word "divorce", Lan Xinhui, who was raising her feet and continuing to walk forward, staggered a little and almost fell down. She supported a pillar next to her to stabilize herself .

She didn't answer, but leaned on the wall of the corridor to avoid, limping forward silently.

In order to be quiet, Wang Zichen wanted the room at the end of the corridor.He stood still and watched her dragging her injured foot to the long corridor with difficulty, feeling a complicated feeling in his heart that he couldn't explain clearly.

Looking at her pitiful and stubborn back, a moment of hesitation flashed in his heart: Although he didn't mean to hurt her, she was indeed hurt because of him, including today's foot injury.And he hurt her like this, and he has been chasing her for a divorce. Isn't it too cruel for her?