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

Lan Xinhui on the hospital bed was still lying motionless, like an unconscious statue.

Looking at her like this, a cold undercurrent ran through Wang Zichen's heart.

When he saw her for the first time in the capital, she was so charming, enchanting and charming; later he became a partner, and he often saw her as calm, capable, intelligent and decisive; As his wife, she was gentle, virtuous, warm and generous; after the divorce, when she faced him, she always looked affectionate and dejected...

In the past, no matter what she looked like, she was so vivid and vivid, not as cold and lifeless as she is now, like a lifeless ice sculpture.

Wang Zichen didn't know how long he sat on the hospital bed until Millie told him that she would stay here with Lan Xinhui at night and asked him to go back to rest first.

Only after Wang Zichen got out of the hospital did he realize that it was already night.After he went back, he ate something hastily.

Xin Tiantian called again to ask if he had time to go to her house. He said that he had already returned home and was very tired now and wanted to rest early.

He did feel tired, a kind of exhausting sleepiness.

However, for some reason, after he lay down on the bed, he couldn't fall asleep.

Close your eyes, and replay the scenes of getting along with Lan Xinhui over and over again in your mind like a movie: whether it is good or bad; whether it is happy flirting or angry quarrels and accusations... everything is very clear came to his mind.

Lan Xinhui is fine, she will be fine... He comforted himself.

The night gradually deepened, and Wang Zichen, who tossed and turned for most of the night, felt a little drowsy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

In a daze, he seemed to be in front of Lan Xinhui's hospital bed again.

He reached out to touch her hand, but what he felt was a cold sensation. He was startled, and looked up, only to see that the bed sheet covered Lan Xinhui's head.

"Sorrow and change." I don't know who said such a sentence to him.

Then he saw the hospital bed being pushed out.

"No, don't!" He chased after him, grabbed the hospital bed, lifted the sheet, and vigorously shook Lan Xinhui who was lying stiffly on the hospital bed: "Lan Xinhui, wake up quickly!"

However, Lan Xinhui was like a lifeless rag doll, shaking her stiff head and arms unconsciously as he swayed.

"Lan Xinhui, I know you are pretending!" Wang Zichen cried: "I know you are pretending to be able to remarry me! I promise you now, I will remarry you! I will remarry you! Wake up quickly Bar!"

"Is it true?" Lan Xinhui's eyes suddenly opened, and there was a light of surprise in her big beautiful eyes: "You must mean what you say!"

Seeing her suddenly become lively and vivid, Wang Zichen only felt a burst of excitement, he hugged her hard, trying to hold her tightly in his arms.

However, what his hands embraced was nothingness. He was taken aback. He looked down and saw that Lan Xinhui had turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared...

"Lan Xinhui!" "Lan Xinhui!" He shouted in pain.

Then he woke up.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he looked around, and found himself lying on the bed in the master bedroom of a suburban villa.

He exhaled, and heard a bell ringing, a very familiar ringtone - it was the ringtone of a mobile phone!

Is it Millie calling?Did Lan Xinhui wake up?He rushed over and picked up his phone to answer it...