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

After Wang Zichen took his grandma to eat some snacks in N City, he went shopping with her.After they bought the vegetables, they went to pick up Lan Xinhui and went back to the suburban villa to cook together.

After returning to the villa and moving all the ingredients into the kitchen, Lan Xinhui stayed in the kitchen and began to process the ingredients.Wang Zichen led his grandmother to look around the villa and saw that she was tired, so he took her to the guest room to rest.

When he went downstairs and returned to the kitchen, he saw Lan Xinhui washing vegetables with her back to him. She walked over quietly and hugged her from behind: "I got you, girl snail. You can't go back, stay here My lady!"

Lan Xinhui smiled lightly, pretended to be helpless, and sighed: "It seems that this is the only way, I hope you will treat me kindly..." Before she finished speaking, she felt Wang Zichen bow her head and kiss her .

His kiss happened to be on the sensitive part behind her ear, she trembled involuntarily, and she said coquettishly, "Stop making trouble!"

"Grandma is already sleeping upstairs, shall we go and have a rest first?" Wang Zichen said "take a rest" in his mouth, but his hands were full of provocative things.

Lan Xinhui dodged, but couldn't dodge, her pretty face flushed when provoked by him, and she struggled to twist her body: "Farewell, the guests are coming soon, hurry up and cook!"

"Damn!" Wang Zichen gasped and said, "If you keep twisting around like this, I'll kill you right here."

Lan Xinhui raised her wet hand and flicked water droplets onto his face: "Come on, wake up!"

"Oh, you—" Wang Zichen raised his hand to block it, Lan Xinhui took the opportunity to break free from his embrace, and casually stuffed a carrot into his hand: "Wash and cut into shreds, hurry up and get busy! Otherwise it will be too late gone."

Wang Zichen smiled and reached out to touch her nipples before turning to wash the radish.

Lan Xinhui stared at him helplessly: "Grandma asked you to help me, not to tell you to help me."

"I don't want to hit you, I just want to hit you." Wang Zichen said with a smile: "If you don't use some oil, how can there be oil to cook in a while?"

"Where did you go to get money to cook vegetables before?" Lan Xinhui bickered with him while handing him another radish to wash. Seeing that the soup pot was puffing, she turned down the heat.

"I didn't lack that oil in the past." Wang Zichen said, after washing the carrots, he leaned over to steal some incense, then put the carrots on the chopping board and began to cut them.

Lan Xinhui washed the celery, brought it over and put it on the side of the chopping board, she glanced at him.Seeing him skillfully chopping radishes, he is very handsome and beautiful.

At this time, the west-slanting sunlight shone on the window glass and reflected on him, and he, who was dressed in bright light, was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Wang Zichen cut the radish, took the time to look up at her, and saw that she was looking at him, the light in his eyes flickered: "You are handsome? Do you regret rejecting me just now? It's too late to regret now, I don't mind you Get your hands on me."

Lan Xinhui quickly looked away, but his face was a little hot when he said it. She took the shredded carrot and said, "Who wants to do something to you? Don't keep thinking about these things, quickly put the celery Cut it."

It's not tiring to work with men and women, let alone two people who are already in love with each other?

They cooperated with each other tacitly. While working, they bickered from time to time, having a great time and having a lot of fun.

A series of delicacies were born one after another in their busy schedule.

While busy, Wang Ziji and Miao Miaomiao walked into the kitchen.

They had just returned from the capital and hadn't learned about Wang Zichen and Lan Xinhui's certificates. They were a little surprised to see Lan Xinhui appearing in Wang Zichen's kitchen.

"Xinhui! You're here too!" Miao Miaomiao said happily.

Wang Zichen glared at her: "It's not big or small, it's called sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law? Sister-in-law!" Miaomiao was surprised and delighted: "You—"

"We got the certificate today." Lan Xinhui told them happily.