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

Lan Xinhui heard Wang Zichen leaving the bathroom door outside, she opened the bathroom door and walked out.

"Thank you for lending me the clothes." Lan Xinhui pointed to the clothes on the other hand and said, "I'll return the clothes to you after I wash them."

Wang Zichen nodded, his eyes were still locked on Lan Xinhui's body, seeing her tight upper body, his pupils tightened.

"Are you going to work dressed like this?" He fixed his eyes on her proud place, and spoke in a tone like a jealous husband.

Lan Xinhui looked at him quietly: "Wang Zichen, don't forget, we are already divorced, you have no right to control what I wear to work."

Hearing her say the fact that they had divorced in such a calm tone, Wang Zichen was silent.

"Anyway, thank you for today!" Lan Xinhui's tone softened a lot: "I'm going first."

However, when she walked to Wang Zichen's side, he grabbed her wrist.

She didn't struggle, but looked up at him quietly: "What are you doing?"

"You." He was still a simple word.

"Wang Zichen, do you have to talk to me like this?" Lan Xinhui's tone was filled with anger.

"I really miss you..." Wang Zichen's voice was low and hoarse. Just by listening to the voice, he knew what he meant by "missing you very much".

"You clearly know that I can't do it now... No, we are no longer able to have that kind of relationship." Seeing that he seemed to be suppressing it very hard, Lan Xinhui restrained her anger and persuaded patiently.

"Then you, help me..." He said, holding her hand and covering it on top of him.

The extraordinary touch made both of them gasp.

Lan Xinhui withdrew her hand abruptly, and ran out in a hurry, not realizing that the clothes she was carrying had fallen off.

Lan Xinhui hurried downstairs and saw Miao Miaomiao was already waiting in the living room downstairs, and she was also dressed in smart business attire.There was some light makeup on her face.

Panting, Lan Xinhui tried her best to calm down the violent panting, and looked at her pale face with concern: "Are you going to work today? Your complexion is not good, why don't you take a rest for a day or two?"

"No need." Miao Miaomiao said, "Work can make me forget all my troubles."

"I think you guys just don't communicate too much." Lan Xinhui persuaded, "You should have a good talk to understand each other's thoughts..."

"It's not necessary." Miao Miaomiao cut her off: "What else is there to communicate? He has a girlfriend...no, his fiancée...he's going to marry someone else..."

Lan Xinhui was stunned, she didn't expect Wang Ziji to have a fiancée, and, obviously, that fiancée was not Miao Miaomiao.

After a while, Miao Miaomiao changed the subject and said: "My car is at the company, we will take a taxi there in a while, and I have called Didi to come over."

In the bathroom on the attic, Wang Zichen desperately washed his face with cold water. He wiped his face casually. Seeing the face in the mirror still full of desire and dissatisfaction, he beat his head angrily: How could he still want to fuck her?Still want her to help him?You still want to care what she wears to work?Brain rusted out?

He recalled what she said: "Wang Zichen, don't forget, we are already divorced..."

Divorced, and, most importantly, she doesn't love him, she never loved him!

In her eyes, he is actually a stand-in!

The reason why she was able to toss and turn Cheng Huan under him in the past, and the reason why she was willing to help him soothe his nerves before, was because she regarded him as the person she wanted to find!

Now, she already knew that he was just a stand-in, how could she still be in love with him?How could he still be willing to help him soothe?

He even asked her for sex?He actually asked her for help?Isn't he mentally ill? !