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

"It's so late, go back and rest!" Wang Zichen heard Lan Xinhui say softly, with a gentle and calm tone.As if she and him were an old couple for many years, as if this was what they experienced every day.

Her face was still gentle and calm, without any hint of triumph in the negotiation.

For some reason, her calm expression made him sigh slightly.

He stood up and said, "Let's go." He heard his tone was gentle and calm, as if this was a daily conversation they experienced every day.

Lan Xinhui walked back to the door of the living room, picked up the suitcase she had placed there when she entered the door, and then turned and followed him.

Wang Zichen noticed that although her suitcase had pulleys, she did not drag the suitcase. Instead, she struggled to lift the suitcase and carried it. She should be worried that dragging the suitcase would make noise and disturb other people sleeping. Bar?

He turned around and walked towards her: "Let me mention it!"

"Thank you!" She handed him the suitcase, and he inadvertently grabbed her finger as well.

He quickly let go of her hand pretending not to care, and then grabbed the handle of the suitcase.He noticed that her hand seemed to be trembling, and then she touched the hand he had grasped with the other hand unnaturally.

"Does it hurt you?" He asked, thinking that he had used a lot of strength to grab the suitcase, and maybe it hurt her hand.

"No," she shook her head, but a red cloud suddenly appeared on her face.

How could you blush like this?He thought, the person who talked to him just now seemed like an old married couple!

But he didn't say anything, and brought Lan Xinhui to his room with his suitcase.

After entering the room, he put Lan Xinhui's suitcase on the luggage rack by the door.

When he turned around, he saw her quietly looking at the room.

He involuntarily glanced at the familiar room: the matching old mahogany furniture, very simple and very masculine decoration...

He suddenly remembered Lan Xinhui's room he had seen in her hometown: the furniture inside was not new, but the bedding on the bed was brand new and festive.

After a quick sweep of her eyes on the bed, she returned to his face. She looked at him and asked, "Can I take a shower first? I feel a little cold and want to warm up quickly."

"Yes," Wang Zichen nodded, "I'll go to another bathroom to wash."

Hearing what he said, Lan Xinhui couldn't help but blush again, this time it was embarrassing: why is she so stupid, this is the famous Wang's family, and it's not a student dormitory, how could she need to take turns to take a bath?

When he came out with his towel from the bathroom, she happened to go in to take a shower, and they happened to meet at the door.

She stopped to let him, but he stopped to let her at the same time.

When she wanted to leave first, he happened to take a step too, and the two met face to face at the door just like that, and they were only one step away from colliding with each other, and he could even smell the faint fragrance of her body...

He reacted first, took a quick step back, and got out of the way.

She walked in through the path he made, and when she passed by him, he smelled the faint fragrance of her body again.

He didn't know if it was a hallucination, but he felt that when she entered the bathroom, there seemed to be that kind of fragrance floating in the air inside.

That fragrance is not the fragrance of perfume, but her unique body fragrance.He remembered that when they were making out in the past, this fragrance would be more fragrant.

He used to be very obsessed with this kind of fragrance... He suddenly realized that he had thought too far, she had already entered the bathroom, as if waiting for him to go out, or waiting to stay.

Because he seemed to hear her say: "Why don't we go together!"