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

After lunch, Mrs. Wen reluctantly took Lan Xinhui's hand and invited her to her house to play.

Lan Xinhui thought she was just being polite, but she didn't expect that after only two days, she received a call from Mrs. Wen, asking her to attend their [-]th wedding anniversary celebration banquet.

This is a very good social opportunity, Lan Xinhui agreed without hesitation.Mrs. Wen said that the official invitation had been sent to Wang Zichen and asked him to bring his wife to attend.

However, Lan Xinhui waited for two days, but Wang Zichen still hadn't contacted her, and she couldn't get in touch with him.

Since she went to cook him breakfast and go to him for lunch, he treated her more coldly, and when she called him, she was always transferred to Secretary Liu, who always said that their president was in busy.

Isn't Wang Zichen planning to attend the wedding anniversary banquet of Wen Jiangong and his wife?Or, he doesn't plan to go to the banquet with her at all?What if she went and he showed up with another woman?

Just when Lan Xinhui was guessing wildly, Wang Zichen called.He briefly informed Wen's couple of their request, asked her if she was free in the afternoon, and said that he wanted to meet with her to discuss about attending the banquet.

They met at a top clothing boutique.When Lan Xinhui arrived at the boutique, Wang Zichen also arrived.

The sun was shining that afternoon, and the weather suddenly became very warm.Lan Xinhui stood in the warm sunshine, when she raised her eyes to Wang Zichen who was striding over with long legs, she couldn't help but stare blankly.

He was only wearing black suit pants and a white shirt, the simple white and black, he wore the ultimate beauty, highlighting his handsome figure and handsome features.

Looking at him, she suddenly had a very familiar feeling in her heart, and then, a vaguely similar figure and face gradually rose up from the bottom of her heart.

Lan Xinhui was very surprised, because this was the first time her previous memories had surfaced since she lost her memory.

She guessed that that vague figure must be the deepest part in her memory.

The warm and sweet feeling flowing from the bottom of her heart told Lan Xinhui that she must have had deep feelings for this person before.

Perhaps, she had admired Wang Zichen for a long time before and loved him madly, so she resorted to some tricks to achieve the goal of marrying him?

When Wang Zichen walked over, she saw Lan Xinhui staring at him obsessively, but she wasn't necessarily staring at him, her gaze fell on him, but her focus seemed to be far away.Judging from her expression, she seemed to be seeing or thinking of someone through him.

Standing in the sun and thinking, she has a quiet beauty.This kind of her suddenly reminded him of the scene when he saw the girl quietly admiring the flowers for the first time many years ago.

Lan Xinhui looks like that little girl?How can it be? !Wang Zichen withdrew his gaze, and also withdrew his absurd thoughts.

"Did we meet each other a long, long time ago?" Lan Xinhui asked suddenly, she looked up at him, her watery eyes were clear and transparent.

Wang Zichen's heart jumped inexplicably, he didn't know whether it was because of this sentence or because of these eyes, he hurriedly looked away to prevent himself from being bewitched by her.

Gradually returning to his senses, he suddenly heard the flaws in her words, and asked back: "Haven't you already lost your memory? How can you remember things from a long, long time ago?"

"I don't remember," Lan Xinhui said truthfully, "Just now there was a vague shadow... I must have loved you very much before, right? It was because I loved you so much that I tried every means to marry you."

"Love is an emotional interaction between two parties, not a selfish possession." Wang Zichen said lightly, and he has returned to the mode of not believing Lan Xinhui's words.

Her amnesia is too strange, isn't it?Remember what you want to remember, and forget what you want to forget.