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

After Lan Xinhui went out, Wang Zichen let out a long breath, but his heart was still stuffy.He ignored the dull pain in his heart and the chaotic thoughts in his head, just put on his clothes silently.

When he went to wash in the bathroom, he couldn't help but think of the slender naked back that he saw before, that back was very graceful, like the figure of a woman in an oil painting... He shook his head, trying to get rid of the picture, But in vain.He turned on the faucet and washed his face with cold water to wake himself up.

After washing, he saw some stubble on his lips, so he shaved again.

When he went downstairs, Lan Xinhui brought the cooked noodles to the dining table and put them away. When she turned around and wanted to go back to the kitchen, she suddenly felt dizzy.

Seeing her shaking, Wang Zichen stood up with his hands on the back of the chair, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Lan Xinhui regained her composure and said, "Fortunately, I just feel a little dizzy."

Wang Zichen remembered: "Last night you caught a cold and had a fever."

"Did you paste ginger for me? Thank you!" Lan Xinhui looked at him gratefully: "Also, I also want to thank you for staying last night."

Wang Zichen avoided her bright eyes: "You're welcome...that doesn't really mean anything."

"However, that's different for me." Lan Xinhui said: "Waking up with you is a very precious memory for me."

Wang Zichen didn't know how to respond to her words, so he didn't say anything, just sat down at the dining table.

After Lan Xinhui brought over the hot dishes, she also sat down and had breakfast with him.

She noticed that Wang Zichen was just eating the noodles in the bowl, and did not pick up the leftovers that had been warmed up, so she couldn't help but said, "I saw you picked up these dishes twice last night, and thought you would like them of."

Unexpectedly, she still remembered the dishes he picked up twice more. It's not wrong that these dishes are what he likes to eat.However, he doesn't like leftovers.

Wang Zichen remembered that when they were newly married, they had a dispute over whether to eat leftovers.

For this reason, she also checked relevant knowledge on the Internet, and told him that although leftover vegetables and other vegetarian dishes have serious nitrite levels, they are not suitable for eating.But if the leftovers of meat and vegetables are frozen, the nitrite will not exceed the standard, so it doesn't matter if you eat a little occasionally.

But the young master Wang Zichen had never eaten leftovers since he was a child, so when he saw the hot leftovers on the table, he would inevitably frown at him.Afterwards, there were no more leftovers on their table.

At this moment, Wang Zichen didn't want to explain any more to her.Anyway, what kind of food he likes to eat and what kind of food he doesn't like to eat, from now on, it has nothing to do with her.

After breakfast, Lan Xinhui reheated all the leftovers, and put the reheated leftovers in a dining box.

After going downstairs, Wang Zichen drove the car out of the garage, but Lan Xinhui didn't take his car and went straight ahead.

He chased after her and parked beside her: "Get in the car, let's go together."

"No need." Lan Xinhui gestured to the things she was carrying with her eyes: "I'm afraid of getting your car dirty."

"It's okay, come up!" Wang Zichen said: what she was carrying were leftovers after warming up, in big and small bags, as if she was struggling to carry them.

"Thank you!" Lan Xinhui hesitated and got into the car. She carefully brought in the leftovers wrapped in layers and put them on the pedal beside her feet: "Can you open the window? I'm afraid of your It leaves a smell in the car."

Seeing that Wang Zichen did so, she smiled and thanked: "Thank you. Please stop at the garbage transfer station on the corner after you exit the gate."

Outside the garbage transfer station, the cleaners who had been busy for several hours were resting. Some of them ate the steamed buns they brought for breakfast, and some of them just sat and rested.

They obviously knew Lan Xinhui, and when they saw her walking over with big bags and small bags, they surrounded her and happily took the lunch box from her hand.

Wang Zichen in the car watched Lan Xinhui distribute the reheated leftovers with a smile: It turns out that she reheated the leftovers for these people to eat.

The soft light of the morning shone on the white dress on her body, the light was reflected by the white dress, it seemed that she was glowing... Wang Zichen suddenly felt that she looked very strange.

Since the first meeting in the capital, she gave him almost all negative impressions.He had never seen Lan Xinhui like this.Unexpectedly, she actually has such a side.