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

Not long after, Wang Zichen hung up the phone and came over to sit down at the dining table.

Lan Xinhui filled two bowls of soup, and brought one of them in front of him: "Come, try my three delicacies soup."

"Thank you!" Wang Zichen scooped up a spoon, tasted it, looked up and saw Lan Xinhui looking at him eagerly, he nodded: "It's delicious."

Hearing his affirmation, Lan Xinhui smiled: "Drink more if it tastes good... and these dishes, try to see if it suits your taste... I don't remember what dishes you like, so I will Cook a little of all kinds of dishes, you can choose what you like and eat."

"Thank you!" Wang Zichen lowered his head and drank the soup silently, not actively interacting with Lan Xinhui, he didn't know whether his choice of coming here today was right or wrong.

That day, Lan Xinhui firmly disagreed to sign the divorce on Tuesday of this week, saying that it was her birthday, and she would only agree to the divorce if he had to accompany her to celebrate her birthday.

He hesitated for a long time that day, not knowing whether he should promise her or not. He was worried that some uncontrollable variables would happen when he celebrated her birthday with her.

"I just want you to spend my birthday with me," Lan Xinhui begged, "I just want to leave some memories of our life together." He was finally moved by her plea.

Although he came today as promised, the guard in his heart still hasn't let go.

She didn't send a lawyer to discuss the division of property yesterday. When he called to remind her, she still insisted that she would not ask for a penny from him.

Would she really not want a penny from him?Or, what did she leave behind, she was sure that she would not get married, so she didn't bother to talk about the separation of property?

Seeing Wang Zichen finished the soup silently with his head down, Lan Xinhui served him a bowl of rice, and poured a glass of wine by his hand: "This is homemade wine, I don't remember when it was made I don’t know if you made it or I made it.”

"I didn't make it." Wang Zichen said, he remembered that when he was newly married, the grapes on the top floor were picked after they were ripe, and she couldn't eat so much at once, so she bought a glass jar and put the leftover grapes Put it in.

"Maybe I brewed it?" Lan Xinhui also poured some wine into her own glass, sobered up, took a sip, tasted it, and said: "I think the taste is okay, try it Bar?"

"No need," Wang Zichen said, "I don't want to drink." Having sex after drinking, he has already committed it once last time, he must be careful tonight, he must not commit it a second time.

"Are you worried that I will add spices to the wine?" Lan Xinhui said: "You think too much, and if I really want to add spices, it doesn't have to be just to the wine, but also to soup or other dishes It can be added."

Hearing what she said, Wang Zichen suddenly stopped eating and looked up at her.

Seeing him looking at him defensively, Lan Xinhui quickly explained: "I'm just hypothesizing, it's not true." Seeing that he still didn't relax her guard, she smiled bitterly: "It seems that you have a deep prejudice against me."

Wang Zichen couldn't help but said: "Once bitten by a snake, I'm afraid of well ropes for ten years." He will never forget that the reason why he married her was because he was drugged and slept with her in a daze.

"Although I don't know what happened to the drug at that time, and now I don't approve of using that method to get you and me...to be together." Lan Xinhui took another sip of wine and said, "But, today, I can understand how I felt at the time.”

She picked up the wine glass, took another sip of wine, and said, "I must have thought this way: since it can't last forever, it's good to have it once... So, I want you to accompany me on my birthday tonight, because, I want to leave myself the memory of spending my birthday with you. For later memories slowly..."