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

In a blink of an eye it was Tuesday.Green City Xinyuan, in the duplex apartment where Wang Zichen and Lan Xinhui lived when they were newly married.

Lan Xinhui, who was wearing an apron, was putting the stir-fried vegetables on the plate, when she heard the doorbell ring, she put the dishes on the table and put them away before rushing to open the door.

Seeing Wang Zichen outside the door, she smiled and opened the door to welcome him in: "Are you back?" She tried her best to suppress the excitement and enthusiasm in her heart, using a relatively calm and familiar tone, pretending that they were old husbands who lived together every day old wife.

However, Wang Zichen did not cooperate with her as an old couple. He handed her the present and said politely: "Happy birthday!"

"Thank you!" Lan Xinhui took the gift, but did not open it, but greeted Wang Zichen who was standing outside the door politely: "Come in!"

She bent down and took his slippers out of the shoe cabinet, and put them at his feet: "Actually, you don't need to ring the doorbell, and the door code is not changed."

"Thank you!" Wang Zichen said while lowering his head to change his shoes, "It's better to ring the doorbell. Now...and in the future, this is just your residence."

Lan Xinhui's smile froze, she knew he was referring to the after divorce, she wanted to tell her that she didn't want his house either.

However, thinking that today was the last day she spent with him, she pretended not to hear it, continued to smile, changed the subject, and said, "Just wait a moment, the food will be ready soon."

It was just a meal for two, but the dishes on the table were full. Lan Xinhui cooked almost all the dishes she could handle.

She also lit candles to create a romantic atmosphere.

When everything was ready, she untied her apron and hurriedly changed into a set of beautiful clothes before she came to invite Wang Zichen to dinner.

Wang Zichen came to the dining table, looked at the dishes on the table, was startled, and then looked around, as if to see if there were other people eating together.

"It's just the two of us eating together." Lan Xinhui said half-jokingly: "Because there will be no chance to show off your skills in the future, so take the opportunity to show off tonight, and try some of the dishes that you find pleasing to the eye."

"Actually, you don't need to do this." Wang Zichen said, "We can't eat that much either. Doing so much would waste food and waste your time and energy."

Lan Xinhui heard these words very harshly: her hours of hard work and meticulous preparation, when it comes to him, it becomes a waste.She was a little sad, and wanted to distinguish between two sentences, but couldn't bear to spoil the atmosphere, so she held back.

At this time, Wang Zichen's cell phone rang. He glanced at the cell phone, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and picked it up. Although he lowered his voice, Lan Xinhui could still hear: "Hi... To eat...and...customers..."

After such a conversation, Lan Xinhui guessed that the person on the other end of the phone must be Xin Tiantian.

It's ridiculous to think about it: this wife and her husband have dinner, and the mistress comes to check on the post?

However, thinking that her wife's validity period is only up to today, Lan Xinhui couldn't help but smile wryly: she just fulfilled her wife's rights ahead of time.

For a moment, Lan Xinhui had an evil thought to make a little noise to let Xin Tiantian know that Wang Zichen was eating with her.

However, she didn't do that in the end, she couldn't bear Wang Zichen's difficulty.Although she has some prejudice against Xin Tiantian, since she decided to fulfill them, she will not destroy them again.