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

Although it feels bad to be wronged, she is still very happy to see Wang Zichen sober.

However, thinking that he lied to her by pretending not to be breathing, and secretly kissing her while she was giving him mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration, the doctors and nurses misunderstood that she was sneaking up on patients unscrupulously...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glared at him: "You're clearly awake, why are you still pretending to be unconscious?"

Wang Zichen smiled and said, "I didn't wake up, but I was woken up by your kiss."

"You're talking nonsense!" Lan Xinhui continued to stare at him, obviously he held his breath and took the opportunity to secretly kiss her, and now he is still turning black and white.

"Do me a favor," Wang Zichen changed the subject: "Help me raise the bed a little bit, and sleep in this position all night, I feel like I'm going to become a zombie."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Hearing him say this, Lan Xinhui couldn't help but stop her. After the thrilling and life-or-death last night, she couldn't accept the unlucky word "zombie".

Lan Xinhui helped him adjust the bed, walked to his bedside, formally thanked him, and said, "Thank you very much last night! If you hadn't saved me, I would be lying on the hospital bed now It's me..."

He blocked the knife for her first, and then the bullet for her. She really didn't know how to thank him.

She didn't dare to imagine what she would be like now if the knife stabbed her, and if the bullet hit her... Perhaps, it is possible that she is gone now.

"Don't do this," Wang Zichen took Lan Xinhui's hand with his good left hand and pulled her up: "Why are you so polite to me!"

He looked at her and saw that she had no other injuries except for some small scrapes on her arms. He smiled relievedly: "As long as you are not injured, it's fine if I get hurt a little."

Lan Xinhui was stunned, she stared at him blankly, letting him hold her hand without knowing it.

She always felt that the way he looked at her at this time was very different from before. His eyes were so gentle and affectionate, just like a husband staring at his beloved wife.

Moreover, what he said to her was also very strange. He said, "Why are you being so polite to me!" He said, "As long as you are not hurt, it's fine if I get hurt."

These words are also words that can only be said between husband and wife with deep feelings.

Concussion, memory loss, these two words suddenly broke into Lan Xinhui's consciousness.

Wang Zichen, he must have lost his memory!

"You, do you remember who I am?" Lan Xinhui asked anxiously.

"Remember." Wang Zichen said: "I have forgotten who, and I will not forget you!"

"Then tell me, who am I?" Lan Xinhui asked hastily.

Wang Zichen looked at her affectionately, and said slowly: "You are Lan Xinhui."

"Then you know..." Lan Xinhui still wanted to ask, "Then do you know who I am to you?" But she stopped suddenly, because she suddenly realized that it is not appropriate to ask like this, she is not a prince now Chen's who.

"Do you remember who I am?" Ou Zijie's voice came from the door, and then he and An Ji walked in together.

Wang Zichen looked up at them and said, "Who are you? I don't know you."

"You bastard who forgets friends when you see sex." Ou Zijie habitually raised his hand and wanted to punch him.

"Don't—" Lan Xinhui stopped him quickly, she said anxiously, "He's injured!"

Ou Zijie withdrew his fist and looked at Wang Zichen on the hospital bed: "Are you injured? You deserve it! You have to drink, and you don't know how to call a brother if you have a fight?"