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

After Lan Xinhui returned to live in Xinyuan, Greentown, she and Wang Zichen changed from sleeping in separate beds to living apart temporarily.

Wang Zichen calls her two or three times a day, and sends her WeChat messages whenever he is free.

Since she heard what he said on the phone, she no longer repelled him.

She started talking to him on the phone, and she would seriously reply to his WeChat messages.

He would often say that he misses her very much. Lan Xinhui didn't know how to respond to him. She usually sent him a smiling expression. If it was a phone call, she would simply say "um", and she still couldn't respond to him. enthusiasm.However, she no longer rejects and ignores his affectionate confession.

This kind of getting along seems to suddenly return to the way of getting along before we were together.

After a period of big fish and big meat, such porridge and side dishes seem to be good.At least the two of them feel pretty good.

That day, Lan Xinhui returned to Green City Xinyuan after get off work, first went to the vegetable garden on the top floor, picked and watered the vegetables, and then took the picked vegetables back to the suite where she lived with Millie Qin Lao.

She will be moving to a new house next week, and Millie has to go shopping for furniture. Lan Xinhui asks Tan Lao to accompany her, and returns by herself to pick vegetables and cook.

After cooking the rice, Lan Xinhui began to process the ingredients she bought.The meat in the afternoon was not very fresh, so she bought some fresh seafood.

Although seafood is fresh, it is not easy to handle.Lan Xinhui put on her gloves, and carefully picked out the prawn threads from each prawn.

Just as she lowered her head and carefully cleaned the shrimp line, suddenly, someone quietly hugged her from behind.

Startled, she looked up and saw a figure reflected on the clear window pane of the kitchen, a figure she was very familiar with.

Since the day after he learned that they might be cousins, he has hardly had any physical contact with her.

Although he will always say that he misses her very much, although once or twice when he comes to her at noon, he will still look at her with burning eyes, although he is still infinitely gentle when facing her, even though he has done a lot for her. However, he will never touch her again.

However, now that he hugged her from behind so silently, maybe he didn't want her to avoid it?As Lan Xinhui thought about it, her heart softened, but she didn't push him away immediately.

And her acquiescence seemed to have greatly encouraged Wang Zichen, after he hugged her, he lowered his head and kissed her.The kiss was a little frantic, carelessly kissing her hair, neck, and shoulders...

Lan Xinhui struggled, she struggled to break free from his embrace, but the kitchen space was limited after all, she took a few steps back, Wang Zichen took two steps forward, stretched out his long hand and pulled her over.

Seeing that he hugged her and wanted to kiss her again, Lan Xinhui hurriedly pushed him and shouted: "No!"

Wang Zichen stopped kissing, he still hugged her, put his chin lightly on the top of her head, panting, and whispered: "I miss you so much!"

She knew the deep meaning in his words, people who love each other long to see each other when they don't see each other, and can't help but want to hug each other when they see each other, and want to kiss further after hugging, even further...

However, they cannot do that.

Wang Zichen seemed to be able to sense Lan Xinhui's thoughts, he let her go, took a step back, and said with a smile: "I'll do a magic trick for you."

Magic again?Lan Xinhui thought of the previous few magic tricks, he had brought her surprises, what about this time?She waits and sees.

She watched him slowly raise his hand, first his right hand slowly opened one finger at a time in front of him, to show that there was nothing in his palm; then his left hand was raised to Lan Xinhui's eyes and slowly opened, still nothing in his palm .

Next, his hands rolled over and closed at the same time.This time, the left hand was slowly opened first, nothing.

Then, just as Lan Xinhui blinked, he saw a pink rose in his right hand and handed it over.