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

Hearing this, Wang Zichen fell silent.

Lan Xinhui still looked up at him: "If, we didn't meet like that before; if, I didn't trick you into getting married like that, would you still divorce me?"

Wang Zichen looked down at her, did not answer her question, but asked instead: "Do you remember how we met and got married before?"

"No," Lan Xinhui said, "I asked Millie, and she said we met because of a client relationship...I also checked some reports about me before...I can't believe I was that kind of person before .”

Seeing her look so lonely and deeply frustrated, he really wanted to comfort her and make her forget the past.But he just wiped his hands and said: "After washing the dishes in a while, you can press this button again, run warm water again, and then dry it."

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

"Yeah." He nodded without making any excuses.He should go. Although he has nothing to do at this time, he understands that he can't stay here any longer.

Because he felt that he unconsciously always wanted to treat her the same way as before.

Or it is because it carries too many bits and pieces of their past life, those past warmth and happiness, like an invisible net, caught him and brought him into the past habits.

Or maybe, she is also an invisible trap of tenderness. Her tenderness, affection, her loneliness and worrying about gains and losses made him unbearable and softened his heart...

He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he stayed here forever.

Wang Zichen went upstairs, changed his clothes, came down, put on his coat, glanced at Lan Xinhui who was standing silently at the side, staring at him tenderly, and asked, "Do you have any housekeepers to cook for you?"

Lan Xinhui shook her head: "I can..."

"The doctor said, you can't touch cold water." Wang Zichen said, "If you don't ask, I'll ask my housekeeper to come over here to help."

"What about you?" Lan Xinhui couldn't help but said, "Why don't you come over here for dinner too!"

"No need," Wang Zichen said, "I will do it myself, sometimes there are entertainment... I'm leaving."

Seeing him go over to change his shoes, she opened the door for him, and said when he went out, "drive carefully."

After closing the door, Lan Xinhui went back to the kitchen, while washing and wiping the dishes, she thought about the details of their relationship before.

After washing the dishes, she went upstairs to continue writing in her diary.

When she wrote that he touched her nipples, she stopped and recalled the scene over and over again. She should have been embarrassed at that time, but, for some reason, she felt as if something was circulating in her body. looking forward to the blood.

Her body seemed to remember that he had touched her like this, or, more intimately...

The pleasant ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted Lan Xinhui's thoughts. She took the phone, looked at the screen, and answered, "Hello, Mrs. Wen!"

"Xiao Lan, have you eaten?" Mrs. Wen asked kindly, and when she heard that she had eaten, she asked again, "Are you feeling better now?"

"It's much better," Lan Xinhui said, "I've been discharged from the hospital."

"Oh, that's great!" Mrs. Wen said, "When I went to see you two days ago, you fell asleep all the time, which made me worry about you!"

"Have you ever come to visit me?" Lan Xinhui said, "Thank you!"

"I didn't come to see you in particular." Mrs. Wen explained: "We went to pick up Jianshu, so we stopped by to see you... I heard from him that you did it to save talents. Xiaolan, You are so kind!"

"Thank you." Lan Xinhui said, "Actually, not only did I go down to save people, but your family Mr. Wen Jianshu also went down to save people."