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

While resenting that Lan Xinhui had lost his head, Wang Zichen picked up the big bowl of noodles. Due to his wandering thoughts, he slipped his hand and almost knocked over the bowl of noodles.

The soup in the noodles splashed, and some of it splashed onto his hands. He was so painful that he quickly put down the bowl and shook his hands.

Seeing this, Lan Xinhui quickly turned around and went to turn on the faucet, calling for cold water: "Come here and pour cold water!"

Wang Zichen rushed over quickly, and put his scalded hand into the running water to brew.

When he was flushing cold water, Lan Xinhui turned around and walked away.

"Wait!" He quickly stopped her.

Lan Xinhui turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"The place where I got burned hurts so much," Wang Zichen said, "You, please help me apply something!"

"There's no medicine here." Lan Xinhui said, "You need to flush the water for a while, and when you go out, go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine and apply it."

"Didn't you say that peanut oil can also be used?"

Wang Zichen remembered that when they were living together, he was once scalded. After she made him flush with water, she brought the peanut oil from the stove and applied it to his burnt wound.

However, at that time, he was reluctant: "Put peanut oil? What do you think my hands are? Roast pork knuckles?"

As soon as he finished speaking, she bent over with a smile. At that time, he himself was annoyed that he had said that his hand was a pig's hand, but when he saw her laughing uncontrollably, he couldn't help laughing too.

After laughing, she explained to him that peanut oil is vegetable oil, which can reduce inflammation and relieve pain.

However, that day, he finally refused to let her use peanut oil. At that time, he didn't believe that her rural girl's simple method would work, and he couldn't bear to put the oil on his hands.

Lan Xinhui also remembered the past, she asked back: "Don't you like wearing peanut oil?"

One moment, another moment, being unwilling at that time does not mean not willing now: "Now the pain is severe, let's try it for now!"

There was no cotton swab in the kitchen, so Lan Xinhui could only use a paper towel to dip some peanut oil on his wound.

When it was applied, the burning wound felt a little cool, and then, the pain really subsided gradually.

Perhaps because the pain was relieved, Wang Zichen's mood also improved, and seeing Lan Xinhui sitting opposite him having breakfast, he still ate that breakfast comfortably.

After breakfast, Lan Xinhui said to Wang Zichen: "I want to go up and remove all my things."

Move everything?He immediately refused: "No!" He repelled her from his heart to move everything away.

"I just take what belongs to me." Lan Xinhui explained: "I only take what I bought, which is completely my own."

Wang Zichen knew that she had misunderstood, and it seemed unreasonable not to let her take away her own things, so he finally agreed.

When Lan Xinhui went upstairs to get her things, he also followed her into the bedroom.

When she opened the cabinet to get the clothes, he sat by the side and watched. He used to see her open the cabinet to get the clothes like this. Sometimes, he also stood by the side to pick out the clothes, often picking them, and his eyes saw Her body, hands also ran to her waist...

"You don't have to watch over me like this," Lan Xinhui felt uncomfortable under his gaze, "I won't take things that don't belong to me."

"You still love me." Wang Zichen didn't know why he said such words, and he used a firm affirmative sentence.