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

Lan Xinhui quickly moved away and left Wang Zichen's embrace. She was about to leave when he grabbed her wrist.

"Don't go yet," he said, his voice a little hoarse: "Stand in front of me and help me cover it."

After thinking about it, Lan Xinhui realized what he meant by helping him cover up.

He unconsciously glanced at the space between his legs. At this time, he was wearing soft trousers that were more slim, so the protrusion was obvious.

"You can't help it if you look at me again." Wang Zichen said, he took a deep breath to control himself.

Hearing what he said, Lan Xinhui hurriedly looked away, and she heard him say: "I've endured it for too long, so it's easy to get angry."

Why did he tell her this?Lan Xinhui felt so embarrassed, her face was so hot that she was about to ignite spontaneously.

At this time, footsteps came over.

Lan Xinhui wanted to leave uncomfortably, they looked so strange standing here like this!

However, Wang Zichen held her back: "Don't move, I saw you have a white head,"

"No way?" Lan Xinhui was skeptical, she was still so young, why did she have white hair?

"Don't move." Wang Zichen fixed her in front of him, "I'll help you pull it out." He really stretched out his hand to grab the back of her head.

"Don't pull it out," Lan Xinhui said, "I heard that more and more people are pulling it out."

"It's nothing." Wang Zichen said, "That's a rumor." As he spoke, he exerted a little force on his hands.

Lan Xinhui felt a burst of pain, did he really pull it out?She thought he said that she had white hair to cover up their awkward standing posture!

At this time, a passerby happened to come to them, Lan Xinhui immediately smiled and nodded at her as a greeting.

After the man passed by, Wang Zichen bent down to pick up the vegetable basket, but his other hand wrapped around Lan Xinhui's shoulder, letting her stand in front of him.

It was awkward to walk like this, but in order to hide someone's embarrassment, she had to endure it.

Finally came to her house, Wang Zichen finally let her go, Lan Xinhui unconsciously glanced at a certain place, and saw that it had returned to normal at some point.

She quickly looked away, looking at the vegetable basket in his hand.

He handed her the vegetable basket, and she reached out to take it: "Wait a minute, I'll give you some vegetables in a bag."

"Put it in a bag?" Wang Zichen said, "Shouldn't it be put on a plate? I thought you gave it to me after it was cooked!"

Lan Xinhui asked in surprise: "Who would cook the food before giving it to others?"

"Then why don't you just invite me in for dinner?" Wang Zichen said.

What?Didn't you agree to give him food?Why did it suddenly turn into inviting him in for dinner now?

Lan Xinhui stared at him: Is he playing a scoundrel?How did a person who was so cold and cold before become like this now?

Seeing her looking at him like this, Wang Zichen smiled: "I was joking with you."

It's not funny at all, Lan Xinhui slandered.However, she said: "I picked a lot of vegetables tonight, you can take some back and cook!"

"No," Wang Zichen said, "there are no other dishes at home."

Hearing what he said, Lan Xinhui couldn't help feeling pity again, worried that he would go to a fast food restaurant to eat again, what if he ate again and ruined his stomach?

However, it was also very strange to let him go to her house for dinner for no reason.

She held the vegetable basket and looked at him hesitantly.

He smiled at her, raised his hand and waved to her, turned around and left gracefully.

Seeing him leaving so simply, Lan Xinhui was a little stunned.

Wang Zichen put his right hand into his trouser pocket and touched the soft hair. The corners of his mouth curled up, whistling in a good mood and walking towards the elevator.