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

Hearing Lan Xinhui joked that he only learned French to meet French girls, Wang Zichen denied: "No. I watched an episode of the program introducing the Champs Elysees, saying that this is the place where all women dream At that time, I thought that after I found you, I must bring you here, so I suddenly came up with the idea of ​​learning French."

"Did you watch it on Travel TV?" Seeing Wang Zichen nodding, Lan Xinhui widened her eyes in surprise and joy: "I just happened to watch that show too!"

She thought about it, and figured out that the time he was studying for a Ph.D. coincided with the time when she was studying in college: "Did it air one night a week before May Day?"

Wang Zichen nodded with a smile: "It seems that we are watching the same program."

"Okay, what a coincidence!" Lan Xinhui clapped her hands excitedly: "Although we are thousands of miles away, we were watching the same program at the same time, and, at that time, I was thinking, if one day I could go somewhere and you planned to bring me here at that time...it's amazing!"

"This is the heart-to-heart connection," Wang Zichen said: "I once read a book that said that there is a magnetic field between people, and when the magnetic field between two people is strong enough, they can achieve a heart-to-heart connection. ...It seems that the magnetic field between us is still quite large."

"Only when the magnetic field is strong will they attract each other!" Lan Xinhui said: "Fate is sometimes a very wonderful thing."

"Yes." Wang Zichen said: "So, although we didn't recognize each other before, we were still attracted by each other. This is the powerful force of the magnetic field."

The two discussed for a while about the power of the magnetic field before Lan Xinhui remembered to change her skirt.

When she came out after changing her clothes, Wang Zichen had already signed the bill and was waiting outside.

Lan Xinhui was about to walk towards him, when she suddenly saw a sexy girl with an oriental face twisting her body and walking towards Wang Zichen.

"Handsome, are you Chinese?" she asked in Chinese.

Wang Zichen continued to look down at the phone in his hand without even raising his eyebrows, turning a deaf ear to her question.

The sexy beauty asked again in English: "Hi, handsomeboy! Where are you from?"

What responded to her was still Wang Zichen's deaf ears.

The beauty moved closer and asked him again in Japanese and Korean.

Wang Zichen said coldly: "I'm sorry, I want to be quiet."

When he said this, he was still looking down at the phone, and he never looked up at the beautiful woman from the beginning to the end.

Seeing that he ignored the other beauties' flirting, Lan Xinhui pursed her lips and snickered in satisfaction.

Hearing her chuckle, Wang Zichen stepped over a few steps, stretched out his hand and hugged her: "You man, your husband was accosted by another woman, and you not only didn't come here to declare your sovereignty, but you were still smiling happily !"

"I think she's quite talented, and she can speak several languages!" Lan Xinhui deliberately teased him: "And she's very pretty! Why don't you look up?"

"What's there to see?" Wang Zichen said bluntly, regardless of whether the person heard it or not: "I've already eaten up my appetite for talking about a vixen."

Lan Xinhui said with a smile: "Don't you men all like vixen?"

"I don't like vixen who are full of dirty smells," Wang Zichen said, "I like you, a sweet vixen." As he spoke, he lowered his head and stole a scent on her cheek while he was not paying attention to their side.

This should be a very touching love story, right?As Lan Xinhui thought about it, her face became slightly hot, and a wave of sweetness surged in her heart.