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

"I'm sorry!" Wang Zichen sincerely apologized: "I saw you all alone in the box at that time, and I heard that he was making an appointment with his lover, so..."

"So, you regard me as that 'lover'?" Lan Xinhui asked.She finally knew why he looked so indifferent and distant every time he saw her.

"I'm sorry!" I'm sorry I used to look at you like that, Wang Zichen thought to himself: If it wasn't because he thought she was Wang Wenwei's new favorite, if they didn't meet for the first time in that way, or the misunderstanding later produced.

Wang Zichen himself had to admit: since he thought she was Wang Wenwei's new favorite, he began to look at her with colored eyes, and he also knew that it was a prejudice against her and it was unfair to her.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't hate her so much, maybe they wouldn't divorce.

Hearing Wang Zichen's apology again, Lan Xinhui didn't blame him: "Forget it, it's not an important matter. Since it's a misunderstanding, just clarify it." She turned around and wanted to leave.

However, Wang Zichen grabbed her wrist again and held her back: "Don't go, I still have something to ask you."

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Lan Xinhui became a little impatient, she didn't want to tell him so many things about the past, because she really didn't want to have any entanglements with him anymore.

"There is one more thing, I want to ask clearly," Wang Zichen said, "What happened the night we...we were together for the first time?"

"I don't know." Lan Xinhui said, she really didn't know what was going on, and she didn't like to mention such things to Wang Zichen again: "Let him pass the past, don't pursue it anymore .”

"I don't know?" Wang Zichen repeated her words in a murmur. In the past, he must have thought that she was avoiding her, but at this time, he believed her, because as another party involved, he himself didn't know what to do. thing.

Seeing her struggling to leave, he firmly grasped her wrist: "Don't rush away, let's find out the truth of the matter together. Tell me, did you give me the medicine that night?"

"No. It's not me." Lan Xinhui denied it very flatly. She wouldn't admit that it wasn't something she did.

Wang Zichen nodded, he knew now that she was not lying.But why did the waiter say that Lan Xinhui asked her to open a room for them? "I must find out the truth about this matter," he said.

"Wang Zichen, what's the point of figuring out what happened in the past now?" Lan Xinhui said impatiently, "For example, now that you know that I'm not your cousin's husband's lover, so what? What is the meaning of the truth to life now?"

"Who says it's meaningless?" Wang Zichen retorted: "At least, I know that you have been misunderstood. I know that I blamed you for some things before."

"I don't care if you see me wrong." Lan Xinhui said: "No matter how you look at me, I am still me and have never changed."

"If I had known earlier that I misunderstood you, maybe we wouldn't have divorced." Wang Zichen said, she said she didn't care what he thought of her, which made him a little upset, but he endured it.

"Wang Zichen, did you remember wrongly?" Lan Xinhui felt the need to remind him: "The reason why we divorced is not because you misunderstood me, but because you cheated and killed someone."