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

When Lan Xinhui pushed away the blanket, she felt a little cold.After getting off the plane, she felt even colder.Seeing her crossing her arms, Wang Zichen put his own coat on her shoulders.

"Thank you, but no need, you can dress yourself!" Lan Xinhui declined.At this time she was wearing a two-piece business suit, but he was only wearing a formal shirt, and it was thin.

"I'm not cold," Wang Zichen said, "Put on, you can't be cold right now."

Hearing him say that she can't take the cold now, Lan Xinhui was a little embarrassed, because Ou Zijie and An Ji were by her side at that time.

Wang Zichen glanced at them and said, "Hurry up and get your luggage, what are you doing here?"

After receiving the luggage, Lan Xinhui opened the suitcase and took out her coat.Take off Wang Zichen's coat and give him his coat.

Fortunately, the coat was long, so her feet in stockings could finally be warm.

Although it was late at night when they left the terminal, there were still people waiting to pick them up.

There were two cars coming to pick them up, and Ou Zijie and An Ji got into one of them.Lan Xinhui followed Wang Zichen into another car.

When the car entered the urban area, Wang Zichen looked at his watch and said, "It's only 10:30, do you want to have some supper?"

"No need." Lan Xinhui said, maybe because it's her menstrual period now, she feels weak all over, she just wants to lie down in a warm quilt and sleep as soon as possible.

So, the car sent them directly to the seven-star hotel, where the room was already ready, Wang Zichen took the card, and handed one to Lan Xinhui.

Lan Xinhui saw him going upstairs with her with the room card, so she couldn't help asking: "Aren't you going home to live?"

"No," Wang Zichen said, "Going back at this time will wake them up." In fact, he was worried about her living here alone.

Their rooms are adjacent, when Lan Xinhui opened the door, Wang Zichen stopped her.

She turned around and saw him walking straight into her room, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she took two steps back unconsciously.

Wang Zichen walked straight over and stretched out his hand to reach out.

At this time, she hadn't had time to plug in the card to get the power, as if there was only a faint light from the corridor.

His figure was elongated by the faint light, which also created an ambiguous atmosphere.

Lan Xinhui felt her heart skip a beat, her breathing was stagnant, and when his hand touched her, she reflexively closed her eyes.

"You have a fever," she heard him say, "that's why you're always flushed."

She blushed, but it wasn't necessarily because she had a fever. The oolong incident on the plane also made her blush a lot.She thought to herself, she couldn't figure out why there were always so many ambiguous oolong incidents when she was with him.

Wang Zichen let her go, took the room card from her hand, and helped her insert the card to get electricity.

"Take a rest first, I'll go and buy you some antipyretics." Then, he turned and left the guest room where she lived, and closed the door for her.

Lan Xinhui put the suitcase in her hands away, took off her coat and hung it up, she touched her forehead, it was really hot, and she was a little dizzy, she really wanted to lie on the bed and go to sleep.

However, she still went to take a hot bath.

Just after taking a shower, the doorbell rang. Lan Xinhui saw Wang Zichen outside, and opened the door to let him in.

After seeing him enter the door, his eyes fell on her body, she unconsciously gathered up her pajamas, and realized that she was not wearing pajamas at this time, she let down her hair again to cover the scenery on her chest.