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

Chapter 520 Verbal Molestation

I don't know how long she danced, Lan Xinhui was a little tired, she declined other people's invitation to dance, went to drink some water, and then went to the bathroom.

There were people in the nearest restroom, so Lan Xinhui went to the one a little further away.Because I knew that there were not many people in that bathroom, it was really empty there.

When Lan Xinhui came out of that bathroom, she looked up and saw Wang Zichen waiting outside.

She thought he was waiting to use the bathroom, so she didn't think much of it. She just paused and continued walking.

Unexpectedly, when she walked up to Wang Zichen, she heard him say: "Let's talk."

"Now?" Lan Xinhui was a little surprised, but also a little hesitant: "Is there anything very important and urgent? Do we have to talk about it now? There are too many people now, and besides..."

Before she could finish her sentence, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. She was startled, and while struggling, she raised her head and stared at him: "What are you doing?"

He ignored her stare and strode away: "Let's talk."

"I don't want to talk to you right now." Lan Xinhui wanted to struggle, but couldn't.He took her hand with one hand, wrapped her shoulders with the other, and insisted on taking her into a small room next to her.

After they entered the room, Wang Zichen closed the door and locked it.

At that time, the sky was completely dark, and after closing the door, the room was very dark.In such a dark room, facing Wang Zichen alone, Lan Xinhui felt a little flustered for no reason.

She shook her hand, trying to get rid of Wang Zichen, but she couldn't. She stared at him vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

"You." Wang Zichen spit out such a word slowly, it was his heartfelt voice.

In fact, he was just talking on the spur of the moment, but he was just showing off his quick tongue, which actually pleased himself.

Lan Xinhui froze for a moment before realizing what his answer meant.

"You—" She glared at him. To her, this was serious verbal teasing: why did he tease her like this? !

He leaned over: "What? You also want to..."

"Nonsense!" Lan Xinhui pushed him away forcefully, took a few steps back, but bumped into something behind her, staggered a bit, and was supported by Wang Zichen.

She shook her hand again, but didn't shake it off. She shouted in a low voice anxiously: "Wang Zichen, are you not drunk? Do you know who I am?"

When he saw her a few days ago, he had already returned to his previous indifference and alienation. She really couldn't figure out why he was treating her like this now.

"I'm not drunk, I know you are Lan Xinhui." Wang Zichen said: "I just want to ask you, why are you here today? Who are you here for?"

She threw off his hand again angrily: "Why do you care why I came? Anyway, I'm not here today for you."

"I got it." Wang Zichen's voice suddenly became a little aggressive, as if there was some smell of gunpowder: "I got it, you are here for Xiao Ji."

"Is there anything wrong with me coming here because of him?" Lan Xinhui asked back: "He is now my attorney, and I have also received his invitation letter."

After getting used to the darkness, the room doesn't look so dark anymore.The light from the street lamp outside shone in, and Wang Zichen's piercing gaze was fixed on her face that happened to be illuminated by the light: "Is that all?"

Lan Xinhui didn't start, didn't meet his gaze, and asked stubbornly, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Of course it's related." Wang Zichen said, "He is my younger brother, and you are my... ex-wife."