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

In the haze, Wang Zichen seemed to smell a bloody smell, he sat up from the bed, looked beside him, there was no Lan Xinhui.He wanted to call her, but he didn't know why he couldn't. He looked for her everywhere, but couldn't find her.

Suddenly, bright red blood slowly flowed over. He looked in the direction of the blood flow, and saw that the blood flowed from the bathroom.

He rushed over and opened the bathroom door, only to see Lan Xinhui lying quietly on the bathroom floor, looking lifeless.Her wrist was hanging limply by her side, and the blood was gurgling out from the cut wound on her wrist...

There was a dull pain in his heart, he wanted to call her, but he couldn't; he wanted to save her, but the blood merged into a river and washed Lan Xinhui away.

He wanted to jump into the blood-filled river to save her, but as soon as he moved, he kicked something... He woke up—it turned out that it was just a dream.

Wang Zichen raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and at the same time, he turned his head to look at the position beside him where Lan Xinhui was lying last night.

The quilt was flat and flat, it didn't look like someone was lying in it, he lifted the quilt and looked, and Lan Xinhui was nowhere to be seen!

My heart, which had been calmed down a little, started beating wildly again.

He suddenly jumped up from the bed, rushed straight to the bathroom, and opened the door suddenly.

What caught the eye was a slender back, and it was a naked back.

Wang Zichen didn't know what was going on, and stared at the back, stunned.

Lan Xinhui had just taken off her pajamas, before she had time to put on her clothes, when she heard the sound of the door opening, she reflexively hugged the clothes that she would not be able to put on in the future, blocking important parts.

At the same time, when she looked back, she saw Wang Zichen staring at her dumbfounded.

Their gazes collided in the air—the four eyes met.

Wang Zichen quickly came to his senses, he hurriedly said "I'm sorry", and hurried out.

The heart in his chest was beating even more crazily, and the blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling, rushing towards the top of his head and between his legs.

He took a big mouthful of breath before he regained his sanity.

Gotta find something to do, some distraction, he thought.

Turning around in a circle, he saw his clothes. He took off his pajamas, picked up his trousers, shook a bit, and raised one foot to put it on the trousers.

Suddenly, a low voice came.Caught off guard, he was taken aback, the supporting foot jumped a few times unconsciously, and the lifted foot couldn't fit into the trouser leg.

He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Lan Xinhui standing not far away. She said "I'm sorry!" while turning around, and hilariously raised her hand to cover her eyes.

Wang Zichen picked up his pants and put them in front of him, covering the obvious breasts on his underwear.For unknown reasons, he suddenly reacted.

The room fell silent, and the two stood there in a daze for a while without moving.

Wang Zichen coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said, "Not long ago, I had a dream,"

For some reason, he said it out: "I dreamed that you committed suicide, and you were in the bathroom, so I suddenly opened the door and went in."

Lan Xinhui glanced at him sideways, seeing that he was still disheveled, she quickly looked away and said: "Your dream reflects your subconscious worries. Thank you for worrying about me!"

She paused, and then said: "However, you don't have to worry, I won't commit suicide. Because I want to see you live happily, even though I am not the one who gives you happiness..."