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

N City Airport.

An Ji, who received Wang Zichen smoothly, didn't feel relaxed to help him get out of the golden cicada's shell. Seeing Wang Zichen who was so thin that he almost lost his shape, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

The thin Wang Zichen's eyes were deeper, he nodded to An Ji knowingly, and sat in the car silently, he didn't ask about the company's situation, nor did he ask about Lan Xinhui's situation.

He just sat silently without saying a word, like a statue without emotion or feeling.

After returning to the suburban villa, Wang Zichen went straight up the stairs to the bedroom, and slept on his and Lan Xinhui's bed.

Lying on the bed where Lan Xinhui was sleeping, Wang Zichen closed his eyes, he smelled the fragrance left by Lan Xinhui on the bed, her unique smell.

How could she have died?impossible!Wang Zichen didn't believe it.Although his heart hurts, even though he knew that she had left him, he didn't believe that he and her were separated forever like this, even if he was killed!

can not sleep.Whenever he thinks of Lan Xinhui, his brain cells become extremely active, and the scenes with her are vivid in his memory.He couldn't bear to fall asleep, he wanted to savor every bit of their time together.

I don't know how long it has been.Wang Zichen got up quietly, and he wandered around the villa like a wandering soul.

When wandering into the kitchen, he seemed to see Lan Xinhui standing by the stove cooking; when wandering to the dining table, he seemed to see Lan Xinhui sitting there eating slowly; wandering into the living room , he seemed to see Lan Xinhui sitting on the sofa watching TV; wandering into the bedroom, he seemed to see Lan Xinhui lying on the bed and sleeping soundly...

In every corner of the house, there seems to be Lan Xinhui's figure.Closing his eyes, he seemed to be able to feel her breath, as if he could see her smiling face as long as he opened them...

Such a bright smiling face, such a lovely person, as if he could be embraced in his arms as long as he stretched out his hand.

Wang Zichen closed his eyes and stretched out his hand as expected.However, what his fingertips touched was the cold night wind, and what he hugged into his arms was nothing but nothingness.

Wang Zichen opened his eyes, suddenly unable to bear such loneliness and emptiness.

He was going to find Lan Xinhui and get her back!

Wang Zichen took his mobile phone and wallet, turned around and went downstairs, and took the keys of the off-road vehicle from the counter by the door.

There were very few vehicles in the early morning, so Wang Zichen drove the car very fast.

When they arrived at the bridge where they rescued people together that day, it was the time when the morning light was slightly exposed.Wang Zichen opened the car door and got out of the car, standing in the cold morning wind and looking at the river with a layer of mist.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that the light mist was like a mysterious veil, as if as long as it was lifted, he could see Lan Xinhui's beautiful smiling face.

He did go down that river.Walking down the embankment step by step, he seemed to be approaching Lan Xinhui step by step.

Really, Wang Zichen had a strange feeling at this moment, he felt that he was approaching Lan Xinhui step by step.

The scene of him and her saving lives together that day seemed like an unforgettable movie replay before his eyes.He was so busy saving people at that time, but he still took time to pay attention to her.

He knew when she started to go into the water, and he remembered the cautious and serious expression on her face when she took the baby he carried out of the car; he noticed that her strength was gradually declining, and her movements were getting slower and slower, and he asked her if she was tired. When she was tired, she smiled brightly at him; he remembered the details of when she helped him get married; he even knew that when she saw him fall on the pile of rocks, she immediately jumped off...

At the edge of the water under the embankment, Wang Zichen looked down into the river, and he saw the shadow in the river. At first, the shadow was his thin appearance, but slowly transformed into Lan Xinhui.