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

Lan Xinhui smiled and said: "I don't think there is anything unreliable about Liang Liang. He is not only handsome, but also very humorous."

"He's from the entertainment industry!" Wang Ziji found another reason to object: "Besides, do you know how chaotic that person's love life is? A scumbag who started in chaos and ended up abandoning him!"

"It's not that serious, is it?" Lan Xinhui differentiated: "His romances back then were nothing more than gossip, just a means of publicity."

"In short, absolutely not!" Wang Ziji said firmly: "My family will not let Miao Miao associate with people in the entertainment industry!"

Lan Xinhui looked at his solemn face and laughed: "I'm just kidding you! Actually, I didn't intend to win them over."

Seeing that the dignified look on Wang Ziji's face did not relax, she comforted: "Even if I want to draw them into a couple, if they don't see each other well, then it won't work, right?"

"How do you know they don't see right?" Wang Ziji said sullenly.

Lan Xinhui said: "Didn't you say that? They are not on the same page."

Wang Ziji immediately attacked Zizhidun with Zizhi's spear: "Didn't you say that? There is a feeling called happy enemies?"

"Then what should we do?" Lan Xinhui spread her hands, "Remove Liang Liang now? Is it too deliberate?"

That's right, after he talked with Lan Xinhui in the office for a while, Lan Xinhui suddenly changed her mind, and no one else knew whose idea it was without thinking.

"Just in case, I mean in case, if they are really in love with concubines," Lan Xinhui said tentatively, "Then have I become a mandarin duck? As the saying goes: 'Better to demolish ten temples, Don't tear down a family..."

"What kind of beating mandarin ducks?" Wang Ziji said irritably, "If you let them be together, that's beating... Oh, forget it, let's talk about business!"

After Wang Ziji and Lan Xinhui finished talking about business, they came out of the office, just in time to see Miao Miaomiao and Liang Liang walking over one after the other.

Although the two of them did not speak, Wang Ziji could feel the tense atmosphere between them.

However, the more this happened, the more worried he was.If he saw them walking over talking and laughing, he would not be so worried.

"Have you ever heard that there is a feeling called 'Happy Enemy'?" Lan Xinhui's words echoed in his ears, making him even more irritable and inexplicable.

After sitting in the car, he dialed Miao Miaomiao's cell phone.

The phone rang for almost a minute before being picked up.

"What's the matter?" Miao Miaomiao asked indifferently on the phone.

"It's nothing, just..." He paused, but fortunately, as a lawyer, he reacted quickly: "I'm going to my brother's place, do you have anything you want me to bring there?"

"No." Miao Miaomiao cherished words on the phone like gold.

"How about... let's have afternoon tea together!" Wang Ziji said, "I don't think you ate much at noon, are you hungry now?"

For some reason, Miao Miaomiao said after a few seconds: "...I'm busy, if there is nothing important, I will hang up first."

Immediately afterwards, a busy tone of "beep beep..." came from the phone.

Wang Ziji was so angry that he stared at the phone for a long time before he sighed and dialed another number designed as a speed dial.

"Brother, I'm at Xinrong Industrial." He said into the phone.

"What's the matter with your voice?" Wang Zichen keenly heard that his voice was unusual: "What? Did something happen? Lan Xinhui? Did something happen to her?"

"It's not her, it's Miaomiao." Wang Ziji recounted the unusual interaction between Miao Miaomiao and Liang Liang, emphasizing their fight once.