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

Lan Xinhui didn't bother them, she went directly to Miao Miaomiao's attending physician and asked about the results of the examination.

The attending doctor told her that Miao Miaomiao was just suffering from malnutrition, anemia, low blood sugar and stomach pain. Apart from these minor problems, her pregnancy was quite stable and there were no other major problems.

Lan Xinhui breathed a sigh of relief, and when she returned to Miao Miaomiao's temporary hospital bed, she saw Wang Ziji squatting beside the hospital bed, whispering to her in a low voice.

Lan Xinhui stopped and looked at them from a distance.

Even though they are in a corridor with people coming and going, the picture of them together is so warm, maybe this is the power of love?

Lan Xinhui took a deep breath and turned away.

The mood is relaxed and full of blessings.She didn't know why she could bless them so easily.

Wang Ziji, he was the one she had been thinking about and looking for before!

She had never imagined before that one day she could bless him and other women so easily and sincerely.

Thinking back to myself back then, I clearly knew that Wang Zichen didn't love me, but I still tried my best to please him; I knew that he had cheated, but I still cried bitterly and begged him not to leave...

Is it because you have exhausted your mind, exhausted your energy, and broken your heart when you are with Wang Zichen?

So, how can I be so open-minded now?

Wen Jianshu, who had been silently by Lan Xinhui's side all this time, didn't know what was going on in her heart at this moment. He could only feel that she was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes away from her with the corners of her lips raised and a faint smile on her face.

In the face of other people's happiness, some people are jealous, some people ignore it, but how many people can truly bless them from the bottom of their hearts?

However, he saw sincere comfort and blessings from her eyes, and felt her positive and optimistic attitude towards life from the corners of her raised lips and faint smile.

That's why she moved his heart.

Lan Xinhui's phone rang again, she answered it, and when Wang Zichen asked about Miao Miaomiao's situation, she told him the truth.

Wen Jianshu beside her listened to their conversation silently. As a bystander, he felt that Wang Zichen's calls to Lan Xinhui were too intensive.

As Lan Xinhui's suitor, he was sensitive to Wang Zichen's intentions.

Wen Jianshu remembered that when Lan Xinhui went to Nanshan Temple last time, she firmly said that it was impossible for her and Wang Zichen.

However, today he always felt that Lan Xinhui's attitude towards Wang Zichen was too gentle and kind.Although not close, it is not as blunt and distant as the last time I saw them.

After Lan Xinhui finished making the phone call, she noticed that Wen Jianshu had been watching her silently.

"It's the prince...President Wang's call," Lan Xinhui explained.

Wen Jianshu tentatively said: "I feel that his attitude towards you seems a little strange."

"Yeah," Lan Xinhui said, "I also think it's weird! According to the doctor, it seems that I was hit and concussed, and my memory has gone wrong."

"No way?" Wen Jianshu didn't believe it: "I went to see him today and found that he is quite normal."

"It looks normal," Lan Xinhui said, "It's just a little weird sometimes."

"Maybe he just treats you strangely?" Wen Jianshu reminded tactfully.

"I don't know, maybe!" Lan Xinhui was noncommittal.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be disgusted, Wen Jianshu felt a little bored, but he hid it, and smiled at her: "Let's have dinner together tonight."

"Thank you, but there's no need." Lan Xinhui said, "I'm sorry, I left today without finishing lunch. Help me to apologize to your mother and aunt."

Wen Jianshu sent Lan Xinhui back to the company. Before parting, he said: "Don't forget my birthday, otherwise I will come to ask for a gift."