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

At the door of the house, Lan Xinhui took out the key and asked Wang Zichen to open the door and go in.

Although the house was cleaned regularly, it was unavoidably deserted because it had not been occupied for a long time.

Lan Xinhui watched with a smile as Wang Zichen boiled water and tidied up after busy work, and suddenly felt that the deserted home had regained vigor and vitality.

"We should plant some fruit trees in the yard," Lan Xinhui said, imagining the scene of children climbing trees to pick fruit like she was when she was a child, and unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth.

"Okay." Wang Zichen asked her, "What kind of fruit tree do you want to plant?"

"Peach trees, guavas, jujube trees, persimmons, grapefruits, longan..." Lan Xinhui counted with her fingers. At the end of the count, she laughed to herself: "This yard is so small, how could it be possible to grow so many kinds of plants?" Fruit trees? Am I being too greedy?"

Wang Zichen nodded with a smile: "Okay, we will plant whatever you want."

"Stop coming!" Lan Xinhui said with a smile, "How can so many things be planted with such a small amount of land!"

Wang Zichen smiled, did not argue with her, and changed the topic: "Let's go back to N City, shall we?"

"Why do you want to go back?" Lan Xinhui was a little reluctant and left immediately: "It's rare to come back once, I want to live here!"

"However, there is no electricity here now." Wang Zichen patiently explained to her: "Before I came back, I overheard that there are often power outages at night during this time."

Seeing Lan Xinhui pouted slightly unhappy, Wang Zichen held her hand and persuaded softly: "Your physical condition is quite special now, I don't worry about letting you live here because there is no doctor here. "

Just as he was talking, Wang Zichen's cell phone rang, and he took out the cell phone to look at it: "Xiaoji's call, I'll answer it."

He took the mobile phone more than ten meters away from Lan Xinhui before picking it up: "Hey, Xiaoji...Congratulations!...Let me discuss with Xinhui first...I'll call you later..."

Hearing Wang Zichen say "Congratulations", Lan Xinhui understood and asked in surprise, "Miao Miao is born?"

"Well," Wang Zichen nodded, "I just got out of the delivery room."

"A boy or a girl?" Lan Xinhui asked enthusiastically.

"He refused to tell me, saying that we should go back and see by ourselves." Wang Zichen asked, "Should we go back?"

"Of course, go back right away!" Lan Xinhui said enthusiastically, "Hurry up and get someone to help us book a plane ticket!"

"Then shall we set off now?" Wang Zichen took Lan Xinhui's hand, pulled her up, and took her into their car.

Lan Xinhui was a little tired, and fell asleep not long after getting in the car.

When she woke up, she found that they had arrived at the airport.

Wang Zichen led her straight to the terminal and came to the front of a plane.

Before boarding the plane, Wang Zichen stopped in his tracks and said to Lan Xinhui, "Today I want to give you a gift."

"What gift?" Lan Xinhui looked at his hand, but found that he was not holding anything.

Wang Zichen raised his hand and pointed forward: "The gift is far away in the sky, but it is close in front of us."

Lan Xinhui looked up and followed his hand, and suddenly noticed a pure white cloud floating in the blue sky, and that cloud was actually heart-shaped!

"It's so beautiful!" Lan Xinhui said happily, "I like it so much! This is the first time I've seen a heart-shaped cloud!"

Wang Zichen, how could he, Wang Zichen, point to a cloud and say give it to her?

He said: "Besides the clouds, there is another gift, which is also in front of you."

Lan Xinhui withdrew her gaze and looked at Wang Zichen: "You mean yourself?"

There seemed to be two threads hanging from Wang Zichen's forehead. Could this be the legendary "one pregnancy and three years of stupidity"?

However, he didn't say that, because in his eyes, Lan Xinhui was so cute even though she was pregnant.

He smiled and said to her, "Guess again."

It was only then that Lan Xinhui noticed that the plane in front of her was a very brand new small plane, and she suddenly remembered: They didn't buy air tickets, could it be—