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

Because of grandma's arrival, Wang Ziji and Miao Miaomiao came to have dinner with them, and they went back after eating.

Lan Xinhui got up, took the cups they had used for tea, washed them and put them away, and when she came back, she poured another cup of longevity tea for her grandma.

Then, she poured Wang Zichen a cup of tea, and when he handed him the tea, he grabbed her little hand as he took the tea.

He pulled her to sit on the sofa beside him: "I've cooked so many dishes tonight, are you tired?"

"It's okay, I'm not tired." Lan Xinhui shook her head. She glanced at her grandma and saw that she was looking at them. Although they didn't make any excessive movements, she was always a little uncomfortable.

"I'm not tired yet," Wang Zichen stretched out his hand to stroke her face, and said distressedly: "My little face is pale."

"It's not that I did it alone, you also helped." Lan Xinhui said softly.

"I told you to go up to rest and let me do it alone. You don't want to be so brave in the future, huh?" He bowed his head and rubbed the tip of her nose affectionately.

"Cough cough," the grandma coughed lightly, and seeing Wang Zichen and Lan Xinhui looking at her, she said, "Pay attention, old lady, although my eyes are a little presbyopic, I can still see. "

"Grandma," Wang Zichen said with a smile, "what didn't we do?"

Grandma glared at him: "What else do you want to do? Perform bed exercises in front of grandma?"

"Grandma!" Wang Zichen said with a smile, "That's still many levels away from exercising in bed!"

Grandma was silent for a moment, then sighed and said: "You think I'm old-fashioned, but I still want to say something, I think, you guys, forget it!"

"Forget what?" The second monk Wang Zichen Zhang couldn't figure it out: "Grandma, what are you talking about?"

"You will have children in the future, right?" Grandma said worriedly, "In case, if the child has something... then what should I do?"

Hearing her grandmother mentioning this matter, Lan Xinhui's heart sank, and she unconsciously moved a little away from Wang Zichen.

"Grandma!" Wang Zichen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Didn't I tell you the last time I called? Although grandma is our ninth aunt, I have no blood relationship with Xinhui!"

"No blood relationship?" Grandma said, "That's what you said to fool your grandma and me, right?"

"Grandma! You have misunderstood." Wang Zichen said: "What I told you is true. Both Xinhui and I have gone to check the DNA. The results of the DNA test show that we are really not related by blood... Xinhui Hui also saw the DNA test results, right, Xinhui?" He brought Lan Xinhui in to increase his persuasiveness.

However, what he said later became a counterexample to prove that his words were not credible, because Lan Xinhui blushed and lowered her head guiltily.

Grandma sighed again, and said, "If you want to get a divorce, you can marry while you are still young, and find someone better."

"Grandma!" Wang Zichen felt dumbfounded again: "Grandma, you didn't come here specially to beat mandarin ducks, did you?"

"I was thinking of you," said grandma, "You two are so closely related by blood, the quality of the child you give birth may not be very good. What if..."

"Grandma!" Wang Zichen seldom had the habit of interrupting other people's words before, but at this time he couldn't help interrupting his grandma: "Grandma, please stop for a while, and I will tell you again. It's true!" He repeatedly emphasized: "We went to test the DNA, and the results showed that Xinhui and I were not related by blood. I asked someone to check, and Xinhui's mother was raised by Aunt Jiu. .”

Seeing that grandma still looked skeptical, Wang Zichen stood up and said, "I'll go get the information and show it to you."