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

"What about you?" Wang Zichen asked, "Who are you going to have dinner with tonight?"

Lan Xinhui was not used to Wang Zichen being so clingy, so she glanced at him: "Why do you ask this?"

It is said that if you do not want to answer the question, it is very effective to ask, "Why are you asking this question?"

Sure enough, Wang Zichen fell silent.

How could he say, because of jealousy, because he didn't like her going out to dinner with other men?

He is not qualified to control who she associates with now, and he is not even qualified to show his jealousy in front of her.

Because she hasn't fallen in love with him yet.

Because they are not lovers yet.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling another heartache.

At this moment, how much he wanted to tell her that she was the person he had been looking for and thinking about.

He really wanted to tell her that since Jinghong's first meeting many years ago, after she saved him, he has always put her in his heart...

However, at this time, he had a lot of worries.

She did not believe now that he loved her.If he said anything more about saving his life, or meeting her for the first time, he worried that she would become more suspicious that his feelings for her were just repaying her.

Moreover, he didn't know that she belonged to that little girl back then until he fell in love with her.

So he knew clearly that he loved her.He loved her in the past, he loved the innocent and enthusiastic little girl in his memory;

However, he didn't only love her because she was that girl back then.He also loves her now, who is helpful and responsible, who does not flatter the world and believes in true love.

After falling in love with her, he recognized her as that little girl, and to him, it was a great surprise that was icing on the cake.

Because of this, he decided not to tell her yet, he wanted to chase her, and only after she fell in love with him did he tell her the truth back then.

Regardless of whether she still remembers the past, he wants to tell her that he has never forgotten it.

Lan Xinhui put a small table on the bed and put the porridge bowl on it.But Wang Zichen didn't move, just looked at her stupidly, she lowered her head, and urged: "Didn't you say that you are very hungry? Eat porridge!"

Wang Zichen sat upright with difficulty, stretched out his left hand, and clumsily picked up the spoon in the bowl, and when he started to scoop the porridge, he almost spilled the porridge.

Lan Xinhui looked anxiously at the side, so she sat on the side of the bed: "I'll do it."

She picked up the bowl, removed the small table with her other hand, and began to feed Wang Zichen porridge.

Wang Zichen opened his mouth cooperatively and ate the porridge. He was really hungry and finished the bowl of porridge in a short while.

Lan Xinhui put the bowl on the table, pulled the tissue and turned around to hand it over.

Wang Zichen took the tissue with his left hand and wiped it clumsily.

Lan Xinhui looked at him: "There's still a little bit that hasn't been wiped clean." She pointed to her lips as a gesture.

Wang Zichen awkwardly wiped the position of the lips opposite her.

"No, the other side." Lan Xinhui corrected him.

Wang Zichen wiped the other side again, but he couldn't get anywhere.

Lan Xinhui sighed, took out another piece of paper, and wiped it for him.

A soft tissue was drawn on his lips. Although his lips were not as rosy as usual, they were not as pale as they looked in the morning.

Although she didn't touch his lips directly, her fingers could feel his soft and elastic lips.

She couldn't help but feel her face heat up.

What's worse, just as she was about to withdraw her hand after wiping his lips, his cell phone rang suddenly.

When he looked over from the side, his lips brushed her fingers, and she couldn't help shaking her hands, her fingers connected to her heart, and her heart seemed to be beating suddenly a few times.