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

"I didn't invite her." Wang Zichen said, "You didn't invite her either, did you? Then why did she come?"

"I didn't invite you." Wang Ziji said gloatingly, "Although I really want to see the two of them fight."

"She won't tear it up." Wang Zichen said.

"Who can't tear it apart?" Wang Ziji asked, "Is it my ex-sister-in-law, or my ex-sister-in-law-to-be?"

"Lan Xinhui." Wang Zichen said, "It's only now that I realize that she is actually quite a gentle person."

"Just discovered it now?" Wang Ziji asked with interest: "And then?"

Wang Zichen didn't have time to answer and what to do, because Xin Tiantian had already walked up to them.

"Happy birthday!" Xin Tiantian said to them first, and she handed them gifts one by one.

"Thank you!" Wang Zichen thanked politely.He didn't say "you're welcome," or "thank you for coming," or anything like that.Because he didn't actually welcome her and didn't thank her for being there.

Wang Ziji said these insincere words politely, and invited Xin Tiantian to go in.

Wang Zichen looked at the gift from Xin Tiantian in his hand, he stuffed the beautifully packaged gift into Wang Ziji's hand, and then snatched the gift from Lan Xinhui in Wang Ziji's hand.

"Hey, why did you snatch my gift?" Wang Ziji exclaimed, seeing that he couldn't get it back, he said helplessly, "At least let me see what it is?"

Wang Zichen also happened to want to see what gift Lan Xinhui had prepared for Wang Ziji, and while no one was coming, he opened the embroidered gift bag that was almost the same as his and was embroidered by Lan Xinhui himself, and took out Cards inside and a soft pouch.

He looked at the words Happy Birthday embroidered on the soft silk bag, put his fingers in, and pulled out the soft fabric inside.

It was a small white silk veil. The veil was carefully hand-locked with silk thread, and embroidered with exquisite and gorgeous dark patterns of the same color.

"Handkerchief?" Wang Ziji said in surprise, "Wow, isn't this a token of love between men and women in ancient times?"

"She must have made a mistake." Wang Zichen said, fearing that his younger brother would come and snatch the handkerchief, he quickly put it in his trouser pocket.

He shook another gift from Lan Xinhui in his hand: "This one is yours."

"Then give it to me!" Wang Ziji stretched out his hand to grab it.

Wang Zichen hid, not letting him snatch it: "Let me see what it is first."

He opened the same embroidered bag and saw a beautifully packaged small rectangular box. After opening it, he saw a delicate Montblanc fountain pen.

Although the Montblanc fountain pen looked expensive, he still couldn't hide his disappointment because there were no traces of her handwork in it.In today's fast food era, handmade gifts are rare... He hastily put the pen back into the pencil case and handed it to his younger brother.

He took out the card from the embroidered bag again, and sure enough, it had his name written on it, as well as a formal birthday greeting.

He couldn't figure it out: Why did Lan Xinhui give Xiao Ji a handkerchief but a pen for him?

"Give it to me?" Wang Ziji shook the pen, "Giving a pen as a gift means: I hope you write romantic poems for me...you really want me to write romantic poems for her." Psalms?"

"What is it?" Wang Zichen angrily snatched back the pen and put it in his trouser pocket.

At this time, another wave of guests came, and the two brothers were busy welcoming the guests in.

When the guests had all gone in and was free for a while, Wang Ziji said to Wang Zichen seriously: "Brother, to be honest, I feel that Lan Xinhui has given up on you, you really haven't let her go ?"

Wang Zichen was a little dazed when asked: he didn't know what kind of emotion he had for Lan Xinhui.

That day, he was obviously persuaded by her. He planned to calm down first and think carefully.

At first, he really calmed down for a while, but when he saw her saving someone that day, he remembered his misunderstanding about her before, and his heart began to become a little confused.

Seeing her so beautiful and refined today, he couldn't move his eyes away no matter what.

Seeing that the gift she gave Xiaoji was a handkerchief, and hearing Xiaoji say that the handkerchief was a token of love in ancient times, he couldn't help being upset.

He treated her as if he was addicted to drugs. He had quit for a while, and thought he had quit her, but when he saw her, he couldn't extricate himself.

He remembered a very literary saying that he had read: drug addiction is easy to quit, but heart addiction is hard to get rid of.