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

Maybe Wang Ziji's story is really good for drinking, maybe the wine is really delicious, maybe, "everyone gets drunk when wine is not drunk", and later, Lan Xinhui was completely drunk.

When she woke up, it was already the next day.

Opening her eyes, she saw that the surrounding light was somewhat hazy and dim.

She looked sideways at the bright place, only to see that the covering curtain was only opened a small gap, not only that, but there was also a tall figure standing there, blocking a lot of light.

Lan Xinhui sat up, she suddenly felt a burst of dizziness, then a pain in her head, and then she realized the unusual coolness on her body, she looked down, and couldn't help but be shocked - her body was naked!

With a cry of surprise, she hurriedly lay down and pulled the quilt to cover herself.

Why is she naked? !

What happened last night? !

She tried her best to find relevant information from her memory, but because she was too flustered, she couldn't remember anything, she had no memory at all!

Hearing her low voice, the handsome man who was standing quietly by the bed turned around and came to the bed.

"Are you awake?" he asked, with a slightly rising note at the end of his voice.

"You, you, you...I, I, I..." Lan Xinhui's voice trembled in panic, but she couldn't speak a complete sentence.

She looked at him in panic, hoping he would explain.

However, he also looked at her silently, as if patiently waiting for her to speak clearly.But how can she speak clearly now?

Lan Xinhui swallowed with difficulty, took another deep breath, and then asked with difficulty: "What happened last night?"

"You're drunk..." he said without further ado.

"And then?" she asked impatiently.

"Then, you kept pestering me...I was also drunk...so..."

So what, as long as it is combined with her naked appearance at this time, it seems to be self-evident.

Lan Xinhui closed her eyes, bit her lips in frustration, took a few deep breaths, and then said, "You, forget about it!"

"Why?" he asked.

She ignored his reasons and said, "Just act as if nothing happened."

But he asked stubbornly: "Why did I forget, and I pretended that nothing happened? What about you?"

Lan Xinhui ignored his question, she closed her eyes: "You go first!"

"You'll always remember that, won't you?" he asked quietly.

"I don't remember what happened last night at all?" She said angrily, suddenly, she opened her eyes vigilantly and looked at him: "Are you Wang Zichen?!"

She was so startled that she almost jumped off the bed: "Why you?!"

"Who do you think?" Wang Zichen asked coldly.

Lan Xinhui let out a long breath: Fortunately it was him, otherwise she wouldn't know how to face Miao Miaomiao and Wang Ziji...

"You go out first!" Lan Xinhui said, at this moment, she just wanted to be alone.

But Wang Zichen didn't go out obediently, he was still standing by the bed, staring at her on the bed: "I know it's me, are you disappointed? You hope that the person who was with you last night was him?"

"I don't know what you are talking about?" Lan Xinhui didn't start, not letting him look at her face.

He bent down and held her bare shoulders with both hands: "Look at me and answer my questions."

Lan Xinhui flinched, but she didn't struggle, she just kept looking away from him, and said: "Wang Zichen, don't forget, we are already divorced."

Wang Zichen let go of her shoulders, held her face in his hands, and turned her to face him. He looked into her eyes and asked slowly: "Are you in love with him?"