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

Chatting happily, Lan Xinhui fell asleep unconsciously.

Wang Zichen drove the car alone, but he didn't feel bored, because Lan Xinhui was sitting beside him.

Taking advantage of the absence of cars, Wang Zichen took the time to look at Lan Xinhui, who turned her face to his side and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing her innocent sleeping face, he couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, really wanted to reach out and touch her soft face, but he was driving a car at this time, and he couldn't bear to wake her up.

Thinking of the catastrophe that she had experienced such a near-death experience today, he couldn't help feeling sorry for her.

Alas, that master Crow's Mouth really hit the mark, but fortunately, she survived the catastrophe smoothly. Now that the crisis has been resolved, there shouldn't be any hardships in the future, right?

Let's hope, thinking of seeing Lan Xinhui go through so many hardships with his own eyes after the reunion, he feels distressed and blames himself.

Now that the misunderstandings have been clarified, and they have recognized each other, he really hopes that there will be no more hardships. He only hopes that she can be by his side safely and happily in the future.

When the car stopped, Lan Xinhui was also waking up. She stretched herself, looked out of the car, and found that their car was parked in an unfamiliar parking lot.

"Where is this place?" She asked, opened the door and got out of the car.

"This is the Municipal People's Hospital." Wang Zichen explained to her: "Come and check your body first, and then go to eat."

"Physical examination?" Lan Xinhui asked in surprise, "But, it's already evening, isn't the doctor off work yet?"

"An Ji has already made arrangements." Wang Zichen said, and came to lead her into the hospital.

After a comprehensive examination in the hospital, according to the partial examination results, Lan Xinhui's body did not have any major problems.

Just because of soaking in water, the inflammation recurred.Rinse once with ozone and take some medicine back.

When they came out of the hospital, both of them were very relaxed. Lan Xinhui touched her stomach and said, "I'm a little hungry, where should we go for dinner?"

Wang Zichen told her: "Go to Xiaoji and they eat there. I heard that they have delicious food there. Let's go eat."

When they went to the residence of Wang Ziji and Miao Miaomiao, Lan Xinhui found that Ou Zijie and An Ji had also gone there.

Ou Zijie, who was one step ahead of Lan Xinhui and the others, hadn't taken his seat yet. When he saw them arriving, he only glanced at them and then pointed to their T-shirts, laughing uncontrollably.

Lan Xinhui looked down at the T-shirt she was wearing, and saw the pattern on it, it was two silhouettes leaning towards each other and kissing.

Lan Xinhui has seen this kind of T-shirt worn by others before, she doesn't think it's so funny, why is Ou Zijie's smile so low today?

Wang Zichen glanced at him, a little annoyed and said, "Why are you laughing, and get out of here." He forgot that this is not his home, but Wang Ziji's.

"We're in love!" Ou Zijie ignored his threats, pointed to the words on the shirt and read, then pointed at them and smiled: "We've been married again and again, and now we're in love?"

Wang Zichen glared at him: "You don't care when we fall in love!"

"Okay, I don't care when you fall in love." Ou Zijie said: "However, if there is no show of affection, there will be no harm. Is this the rhythm of cruelty to a dog?"

Wang Zichen squinted at him: "Are you a dog?"

"Well, single dog." Ou Zijie said.

Wang Zichen said: "A person like you who sleeps in flowers and sleeps in willows, do you have the nerve to say that you are single?"

"What do you mean by sleeping flowers and willows?" Ou Zijie said, "In front of my sister-in-law, save some face for me!"

"Your sister-in-law already knew who you were," Wang Zichen said, "What difference does it make if you tell me or not?"