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

The night in the village was relatively quiet, and Lan Xinhui and the others went to bed early at ten o'clock.

Lan Xinhui slept very peacefully at home. In the past, when she came back to see her grandma, she would feel very at ease.Now, with Wang Zichen by her side, she will feel inexplicably at ease.

When I fell asleep and woke up naturally, it was already the next morning.

Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Wang Zichen's smiling face: "Are you awake?"

"Well," Lan Xinhui smiled at him, "When did you get up?"

"It's been a while." Wang Zichen replied vaguely, while taking off his sportswear, revealing his smooth and strong upper body.

Lan Xinhui sat up, saw that he was covered in sweat, and asked, "Did you go to exercise? Where did you exercise?" She couldn't think of any place in the countryside where he could exercise, mountain climbing?

"I punched for a while in the yard." Wang Zichen explained, wiping his sweat with a towel.

Boxing in the yard?Lan Xinhui had never imagined that one day there would be a handsome guy boxing in her yard, that scene was very beautiful just thinking about it.

Seeing that he had some difficulty wiping the sweat on his back, she got out of bed and walked to his side: "Let me wipe it for you!"

"No need." Wang Zichen didn't give her the towel, but moved away and hid: "I'm sweaty all over, don't come close to me, be careful to smoke you."

"I don't feel the smell," Lan Xinhui leaned over and sniffed, and she really didn't feel the smell.

When she was studying in the past, occasionally a male classmate walked past her with sweaty smell after exercising, and she felt the smell was very bad. It smells bad, not only does it not smell bad, but she feels it smells good.

When did she become Wang Zichen's fan girl?Lan Xinhui snickered to herself: How could he even smell his sweat?

Wang Zichen stared at Lan Xinhui who still insisted on coming closer to smell him: "Lan Xinhui, are you teasing me?"

Lan Xinhui blinked her eyes and raised her eyes to look at him: "Teasing? Isn't this something that men should do?"

She reached out and touched his sweaty chest, her fingers were stained with shiny sweat: "I just want to wipe some oil."

She looked like the first time he saw her in the capital, she was as enchanting as a blooming poppy, beautiful and dangerous.

He couldn't help but grabbed her little hand and pulled her into his arms: "Welcome to mop!" He heard his voice sinking: "It would be better if you could squeeze me dry." Well, this is very explicit Molested.

This kind of flirting, if it used to be, might trigger a fierce "battle".

It's only possible, now is a special period of "doing nothing".

Lan Xinhui evaded with a "giggle" smile: "Hero, please spare me!"

"Spare your life?" Wang Zichen deliberately asked, "How will you repay me?"

"Little girl, little girl agrees with her heart." Lan Xinhui said.

"Okay." Wang Zichen agreed, and his big hands climbed up: "Let me touch Xu Yuwo's ​​heart and see."

Lan Xinhui broke away from him with a coquettish smile: "It's a secret promise from her heart, invisible and intangible."

"Can't see or touch?" Wang Zichen asked: "Then how do I know that you have secretly agreed?"

Lan Xinhui walked out: "Little girl, go and make soup for the hero to wash his hands."

After Lan Xinhui went out to wash with clean and cool well water, she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, only to find that Wang Zichen had already cooked porridge and boiled eggs in another pot.

Lan Xinhui looked at the prepared breakfast and secretly laughed: Who washes hands and makes soup for whom?

After a while, Qin Lao brought the pumpkin pie and side dishes made by her mother.

Although Lan Xinhui's breakfast was light, it was quite rich.