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

The two hands grabbed together unexpectedly, both of them were shocked, and their hands trembled.

Wang Zichen was stunned, and suddenly felt an unusual softness on his fingers, and he was shocked again!

After taking a closer look, he realized that he was only focused on grabbing the tissue just now, but he didn't notice that the tissue had landed on Lan Xinhui's chest, and just now he touched Lan Xinhui's hand again, his hand subconsciously She ducked down on the ground, and pressed her hands down, and they pressed on the valley in front of her chest.

As if they had been electrocuted, both of them were stunned, as if their acupoints had been tapped, unable to move.

They stared blankly at each other, maintaining that gesture: she grabbed his hand, and his hand was pressed on her chest...

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a short second or two, or maybe after a while, Wang Zichen suddenly came to his senses, and he withdrew his hand all of a sudden.

His face was flushed, he coughed unnaturally, cleared his throat, and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Lan Xinhui said, she saw that Wang Zichen's face was red, and her own face was also on fire.She wiped her face, picked up the tissue that fell into the bowl with Wang Zichen's hand, and threw it into the trash can.

"Let's change to a bowl of rice!" Wang Zichen said from the side.

"There's no more rice in the pot." Lan Xinhui said, pouring out the rice that was stained by paper towels.

"I still have some here, do you want me to give you some?" Wang Zichen blurted out, and immediately regretted it. The two people who are about to get divorced have to eat a bowl of rice together. Wouldn't it be too ambiguous?

"No, thank you! I'm already full." Lan Xinhui said, "Use it slowly."

After the shock just now, Wang Zichen also lost his appetite, he hastily finished the few mouthfuls of rice in the bowl, and he was considered full.

Lan Xinhui saw that he was full, so she came over to clean up.

"I'll do it," Wang Zichen said, he still remembered that the doctor told Lan Xinhui not to do housework, touch cold water... the porcelain bowl was also cold.So, he took the initiative to clean up the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash.

Seeing her looking at him again with those foggy eyes, Wang Zichen added, "It's just this one time..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lan Xinhui had already said: "I know, the divorce agreement is still valid." Her voice lowered desolately: "You don't have to keep reminding me."

She looked up at him with big wet eyes: "No matter what happens in the future, I am very grateful for these things you have done for me."

"I did this for you, it doesn't mean..." Wang Zichen was halfway through speaking, but suddenly felt that the words seemed a bit hurtful, so he stopped talking.

"I know," Lan Xinhui helped him finish the sentence, "Just because you do this for me doesn't mean you have feelings for me."

Wang Zichen couldn't bear to look at her big eyes that seemed to be smoky and clear, so he turned around and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

Silence flowed quietly in the kitchen, and in the silence, the sounds of all his movements were extremely clear: He picked up dishwashing powder and poured some into it, put the dishwashing powder away, picked up the rinse aid, added some, Then turn off the dishwasher, press the start button to start washing dishes...

"In the future, you should use the dishwasher to wash the dishes!" He said: "You didn't like to use the dishwasher before, saying that you were afraid that it would not be clean. If you are afraid that it will not be clean, you can run it in warm water again in the dishwasher."

Lan Xinhui didn't seem to hear what he said, she looked at him quietly, and murmured: "It would be great if we met and got married like ordinary people!"