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

This house in Green City Xinyuan, Wang Zichen asked the housekeeper who works in the suburban villa to come over regularly to tidy up, so the place is very clean and tidy, even the sheets, quilts, pajamas, etc. are clean.

Walking into the long-lost bedroom again, Wang Zichen felt as if he had stepped into a world of memories.

Lying on the long-lost bed, he seemed to be lying in the arms of memories, and the past scenes were shown in front of his eyes like a movie:

The way she made the bed in the morning, the way she brushed his hair after he just took a shower, the way she sat in front of the dressing table combing hair and makeup...

Once, when she bent down to make the bed, he reached out and touched her nipples. Originally, he just wanted to tease her, but in the end he couldn't help throwing her on the bed, treating her like a glutton for breakfast. And eat;

Once, after he took a bath, she wiped his hair, and he just wanted to touch her soft waist, but then it turned into unscrupulous hands up and down, and in the end, before his hair was dried, he put her on the bed;

Once, she was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair and makeup, and he hugged her from behind while she was dressing up, raised her chin, and kissed like that until sparks shot out and the dry wood ignited...

In his memory, her tenderness and consideration, her whispers and coquettishness, her beauty and shyness... were like layers of honey, seeping into his heart.

The sweet and sweet scenes of those **** nights have been spreading from the memories into his dreams...

After half a night of anxiously searching, he relaxed into a dream and fell into a deep sleep until the sun was rising.

After waking up, he stretched comfortably all over his body. After opening his eyes, he saw the familiar environment he hadn't seen for a long time, and the memories flooded back again.

While washing, he made up his mind: he must make those memories become reality again, no, become a daily life in the future.

Coming down from upstairs, he went straight to the kitchen as before.

Before entering the kitchen, the smell of breakfast had already filled the air. He looked up into the kitchen and saw Lan Xinhui standing with his back to him.

From behind, he could also see that she was uncovering the steaming pot. She fanned her hands, and while fanning away the steam rushing towards her, she looked anxiously at what was inside the pot.

In the past, at this time, he always pulled her away and filled the breakfast pot by himself.

It was only after the picture of the memory was revealed that his eyes saw almost the same picture at the same time.

Wang Zichen was stunned for a moment before realizing that the person in the kitchen who pulled Lan Xinhui aside and poured out the porridge from the pot was not himself, but his younger brother Wang Ziji.

Only then did he remember that Xiaoji also lived here last night.

At the same time, he also remembered that Xiao Ji was the one Lan Xinhui liked!

There was a dull pain in his heart: it turned out that in those sweet bits and pieces, he was just a substitute shadow!

"It smells so good!" Miao Miaomiao's voice came from behind Wang Zichen: "What breakfast do you have today?"

"There are millet porridge and noodles." Lan Xinhui turned around and said to Miao Miaomiao, "Because the ingredients are limited, I can only make such a simple breakfast."

"It's okay." Miao Miaomiao quickly glanced at Wang Ziji who was wearing an apron, "Millet porridge is good for my stomach."

She pushed Wang Zichen who was stunned outside the door: "Brother, why are you still standing there, go in and help bring breakfast out!"

Wang Zichen walked in, and he walked beside Lan Xinhui, seeing that she was about to reach out to take out the plate of noodles, he held her hand to stop it. "I come."

He remembered that she was very afraid of being hot. In the past, after the fried dishes were put on a plate, she would find it too hot to carry them. How could she carry such a large bowl of noodles with bare hands today?Was it because Xiaoji was standing beside her that she lost her head?