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

Lan Xinhui hugged the underwear that Wang Zichen lent her, while tucking in the towel on her body, she escaped into the bathroom.

When she came out after changing her clothes, Wang Zichen almost drank all the water in the bottle.

He raised his eyes and looked over, and saw that Lan Xinhui had her hair spread out like last time, hanging in front to block the bulge in front, the sleeves of the shirt were carefully rolled up by her, and the hem was tied in a knot at the waist; The white slacks were a little fat on her body, and they were very long, and she rolled them up a bit.

The whole outfit looks pretty and cute.

Under his scorching gaze, Lan Xinhui felt that the moisture in her body was about to evaporate.

She licked her dry lips: "Is there any water to drink?"

The job of adding her lips inadvertently made Wang Zichen's body tense and he almost couldn't control it.

He handed over the bottle in his hand.

Lan Xinhui didn't pick it up, she asked: "Is there any other water?"

Wang Zichen grabbed her wrist and pulled her to turn around: "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Lan Xinhui shook her hand, but she couldn't shake off, she glared at him angrily.

Wang Zichen went to the living room, picked up a bottle of mineral water at room temperature, and led her to continue walking outside.

"Where are you going?" Lan Xinhui couldn't help but asked again.

"Get out of here." Wang Zichen finally gave her the answer. At this moment, he didn't want to stay with her in this house with Wang Ziji at all.

He pulled her downstairs, came to his car, opened the passenger door, settled her in, and then gave her the water bottle he was holding.

He took the driver's seat himself, started the car, and drove out.

"My car...and clothes..." Lan Xinhui exclaimed.

Wang Zichen locked the car door: "Let's find a place to talk first."

talk about what?Lan Xinhui wanted to ask, but she didn't ask.

Thinking of Wang Zichen seeing her and Wang Ziji in bed, she felt very embarrassed.

Although she was the one who struggled passively between her and Wang Ziji, she was still very embarrassed when another man saw her rolling on the bed with a man.

When the car drove out of the neighborhood, Wang Zichen asked, "Where are you going?"

"Find a quiet place nearby?" Lan Xinhui said, turning her head to look out of the car window, searching for a place to go.

However, all she could see at this moment were brightly lit hotels.

hotel?

No, no, no!

After a while, they saw a small bar called "Night Color".

"Let's go there!" Lan Xinhui said, she was still thinking that this place is close to the community where Wang Ziji lived, so it would be convenient to pick up the car and go back later.

Wang Zichen had no objection, and after parking the car, he brought Lan Xinhui into the bar.

Because it was a temporary visit, it was difficult to drive to the box all at once.When Wang Zichen was coordinating with the foreman at the front desk, a drunk approached him drunkenly.

The drunk squeezed to Lan Xinhui's side, and looked at her lewdly: "Yo ho, this girl is very upright!" He looked her up and down: "This dress is also very tasteful."

As he spoke, he began to move his hands and feet.

Wang Zichen reached out, grabbed his hand, and squeezed it hard.

He had been suppressing his anger and the evil fire in his body tonight, and he was feeling uncomfortable. This man happened to hit the muzzle of the gun, so he didn't deliberately control the strength, and squeezed the salty pig's hand very well.

The drunk man howled like he was killing a pig: "Oh, ouch! It hurts! Brother, if you have something to say, please say it!"