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

Lan Xinhui raised her glass and said: "With this glass of wine, I apologize to you for the bad things I did to you before..."

Seeing that he picked up the wine glass, she stretched out her wine glass and clinked with him lightly, and said solemnly: "I'm sorry!"

He took back his glass and took a sip, but didn't say it was okay.After tomorrow, they will have nothing to do with each other, and it doesn't seem to matter whether they say it or not.

Lan Xinhui drank the wine in the glass boldly, and she turned the empty quilt upside down as a gesture.

Seeing him looking over, she met his gaze, stared into his eyes, and said: "However, I don't regret what I did at the beginning, being able to be with you, even if it can't last forever, but having it once is enough... .I will always remember you."

Wang Zichen did not avoid her gaze, looked directly into her eyes, and said seriously: "I hope you forget about me as soon as possible and start your own life."

"What if I can't forget?" Lan Xinhui said: "I feel as if I have loved you for a long time, as if you have been engraved in my heart, how can I forget?" He choked, and his eye circles became hot.

"That might just be your illusion," Wang Zichen looked away: "You have lost your memory, how could you have loved me for a long time?"

Lan Xinhui looked away, and reached out to grab the wine bottle, but Wang Zichen snatched the bottle before her: "Stop drinking, eat something!"

Lan Xinhui smiled wryly: "Are you afraid that I'll be sexually violent after drinking? Even if I have the heart, I don't have the strength! Besides, when we were together, didn't you take the initiative?"

All?Wang Zichen thought, after she lost her memory, he had only been intimate with her once, that was on the night of New Year's Eve, where did it come from?However, at this time he didn't want to discuss such a private matter with her.He coughed lightly and said, "If you want to drink, you can drink it after I leave!" He let go of the glass, but stood up.

"Don't—" Lan Xinhui hurriedly grabbed his hand: "I won't drink, I'll eat, can you finish this meal with me?"

Glancing at her persevering and forbearing little face, Wang Zichen sighed, sat down, and continued to eat.

Lan Xinhui breathed a sigh of relief, raised her smiling face, and said, "Let's continue eating! What do you like to eat?" She pointed to the dishes on the table: "Among these dishes, is there anything you like?"

Wang Zichen originally wanted to say: "It doesn't make any sense if you know what I like to eat." However, he didn't say it, but picked up the chopsticks and tasted every dish.

Lan Xinhui ate happily, and told him while holding the vegetables: "I liked eating this kind of sweet and sour pork ribs a while ago, but now, I don't know why, the taste suddenly changed, and it became very strange , sometimes I want to eat light food, sometimes I like to eat heavy food..."

Wang Zichen didn't express any opinions, but just ate in silence.

Lan Xinhui suddenly withdrew her chopsticks and looked at him: "Can you tell me what our life was like...before I lost my memory?"

The previous life... the sweet life when we first got married flashed through Wang Zichen's mind like a movie. At that time, he never thought that he and she would get to where they are today.

He withdrew his mind, and said lightly: "There is nothing to say... Now that you know those things, it doesn't make much sense."

"Who said it's meaningless?" Lan Xinhui said, "I don't even have the memory of us living a normal life like other couples in my mind."

She couldn't help asking curiously: "Has this been the case since we got married? Have you always been so indifferent to me?"

Wang Zichen hesitated, then nodded: "Yes, so, forget about the past and start your new life!"