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

Xin Tiantian walked back, and Millie came over with some snacks: "You went out this morning without eating, you must be hungry now? Eat some snacks to fill your stomach."

"Thank you!" Lan Xinhui took the snack. She didn't feel hungry at all, but she was grateful for Millie's concern, so she took it and started to eat.

Millie looked at Lan Xinhui's red and swollen eyes, and said, "Listen to what she said just now, did you meet them both in the hospital?"

Seeing Lan Xinhui nodded silently, Millie said again: "Did she also tell you that they will get the certificate next Friday?"

Hearing this, Lan Xinhui's hand trembled, and a piece of taro cake that was originally inserted fell into the tray.

Lan Xinhui asked in a daze: "Get the certificate? Last Friday?"

"No, they will get their certificates next Friday." Millie said, "Showing off and saying how good the day was...Why, didn't she show off to you just now? Maybe she was worried that you would stop them? Haha, I didn't expect her There are times when I'm afraid of you..."

Lan Xinhui suddenly turned the chair around, and Millie was stunned for a while, knowing that she was sure and uncomfortable, she comforted her: "Don't be sad, anyway, they haven't received the certificate yet, I don't know why, I always feel that, They can't get this certificate..."

"Can you go out first?" Lan Xinhui tried hard to suppress her emotions: "I want to stay alone for a while."

"Oh, good." Millie said, "I wouldn't have told you if I had known...don't be sad, eat well..."

Hearing the sound of the door closing after Millie left, Lan Xinhui couldn't help crying again.

If the bad news in the hospital and Wang Zichen's ignorance of her were a heavy burden she couldn't bear, the news that they were about to get married was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Emotional breakdown is something that cannot be avoided at all...

That night, Lan Xinhui had a high fever, and Millie and Tan Lao were in a hurry.

Lan Xinhui stubbornly believed that if she didn't tell anyone about the poor development of the fetus in her womb, its condition would gradually improve.

Therefore, both Millie and Qin Lao thought that the baby in her stomach was fine, so they dared not give her medicine.She can only apply it with a cold towel and wipe her hands and feet with warm water.

However, it was of no use.She burned repeatedly for several days, and when she was in a daze, she always shed tears silently, or spoke nonsense that others could not understand.

Finally, when her fever was almost gone, it was already the Tuesday of the next week.

When eating breakfast that morning, Millie said worriedly: "You should go to the hospital to see? You have a bad fever these days, I'm worried..."

Lan Xinhui took a sip of the porridge in the bowl without taste, and asked, "What's the itinerary for today?"

"There was originally a meeting." Millie said, "However, I arranged for someone to attend it for you."

"No need," Lan Xinhui said, "I'll go by myself."

Millie said worriedly: "But, you've just gotten better, I'm worried that your body won't be able to take it..."

"It's okay," Lan Xinhui said, "I want to do something to distract my attention, so that I don't let myself think about it all the time."

Millie knew that this scene was a heart attack for her, so it would be good to ask her to go to a meeting to distract her attention.

She didn't expect to meet Wang Zichen there, Lan Xinhui met him after the meeting.

When she walked out of the conference hall, she heard someone greet him, looked over, and saw that he was also looking at her.