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

There were no lights on the terrace, the two there were lit by the dim light of the hallway.

In the dim light, Lan Xinhui recognized the two figures standing in the dark at a glance, they were Wang Zichen and Xin Tiantian.

Lan Xinhui stopped in her footsteps, because she saw that their standing postures were very ambiguous.Although she couldn't see clearly, she could still vaguely see that Wang Zichen seemed to be standing with his back against the railing, and Xin Tiantian was standing with his back facing this way.

They're facing each other... in this pose... what were they doing just now? !

It turned out that Wang Zichen really called Xin Tiantian to come out, and they were actually here, dating at a place where she could come out to see it anytime, and even before she saw it, they didn't know it was still there. What an intimate thing!

Feeling an indescribable pain in her heart, Lan Xinhui turned and walked away.

Her legs and feet seemed to be filled with lead, and they were so heavy that she could hardly lift them up, but she bit her lip tightly, dragged her heavy steps hard, and walked away step by step.

Wang Zichen watched Lan Xinhui walk away slowly step by step. Although he couldn't see the expression on her face clearly due to the backlight, he could see the sadness in her heart through Lan Xinhui's too slow steps.

Although rationally, he knew that since the divorce was going to happen sooner or later, it was best to let her give up as soon as possible.However, he didn't know why, seeing her like this, his chest felt tight, as if his heart was stuffed with a ball of cotton.

When Lan Xinhui took about ten steps, she suddenly stopped.

"Why should I leave?" She asked herself: "I haven't done anything wrong myself, why should I leave in despair?"

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and walked quickly towards the balcony.

As she walked over, she looked straight at Wang Zichen and Xin Tiantian.

Seeing her walking back, Wang Zichen still kept his original standing posture, but Xin Tiantian turned around after hearing the footsteps.

"I'm going out to get some air," Lan Xinhui greeted them nonchalantly, "Are you here too?"

She heard her voice tense and trembling slightly, she took a deep breath quietly, clenched her fists with the hands hanging by her sides to cheer herself up.

She watched them approach step by step, and finally, she came to their side.At this time, she finally saw clearly that Xin Tiantian was not actually leaning against Wang Zichen's arms, there was a distance of one or two steps between them.

It's just a matter of the angle, and the lighting is not bright, so it gave her the illusion that they were hugging each other.

Seeing this situation, Lan Xinhui's heart suddenly became determined.

She looked at Wang Zichen, smiled at him, and said, "Did you give me that wild vegetable soup? Thank you!" She specially used "I" instead of "we".

"It's just a dish, don't be polite." Wang Zichen said.

Lan Xinhui saw that he didn't seem to care about her words, and he didn't obviously hint or explain anything to Xin Tiantian, so she couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, she remained calm and continued: "That dish is delicious, as delicious as the one you cooked for me."

Wang Zichen and Xin Tiantian looked at each other, and he explained: "The reason why I cook for you...and deliver food to you is because..."

"I know why you are." Lan Xinhui hastily interrupted him: "As long as you did it for me and you gave it to me, that's enough."

Xin Tiantian couldn't listen to her show of affection intentionally or unintentionally. She looked up at Wang Zichen: "Shall I go in first?"

"Okay, you go in." Wang Zichen said.

When Xin Tiantian turned to leave, her feet twisted, as if she was about to fall.

Lan Xinhui had expected that she would flop, and immediately reached out to support her: "Are you all right? Why did you twist your foot every so often?"