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

Lan Xinhui's interview process went very smoothly. She could tell that the interviewer seemed to appreciate her a lot. She thought that the interview would be a sure thing, but she was not included in the final list of those who passed the interview!

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Lan Xinhui was very disappointed when she learned that she failed the interview.

It's really unlucky today, I met that person, but I forgot to bring the longevity lock to come out.Before she had time to ask if he was the boy from back then, she made him disappear from her eyes again.

Lan Xinhui, overwhelmed by disappointment and melancholy, walked dejectedly.In such a bad mood, she didn't notice that the green light had turned red when crossing the road, and she still stepped on the crosswalk.

A car that sped out from behind a tall off-road vehicle did not expect that there was someone on the sidewalk, and rushed straight towards Lan Xinhui——

"Beep——" The sudden sound of the horn startled Lan Xinhui, her hand trembled, and the mobile phone she was holding in her hand flew away.

She subconsciously reached out to pick it up. Although she narrowly managed to get the phone back, she stumbled, lost her balance, and fell down.

"Squeak—" Accompanied by the screeching sound of brakes, the car that was heading straight stopped in time, and stopped about [-] centimeters away from Lan Xinhui.

At a [-]-degree angle on the left side of the intersection, An Ji and Wang Zichen heard the movement in the luxury car waiting for the traffic light. They turned their heads and saw Lan Xinhui who fell on the road and the car that almost hit her.

From their positions, they could clearly see that the car did not touch Lan Xinhui, but she fell to the ground.

Ou Zijie in the back seat even lowered the window and leaned over the window to watch.He exclaimed: "Hey, touch porcelain! She fell down before she touched it, tsk tsk, this fake fall!"

When he saw the person who fell on the road, An Ji gasped: Why is it her again?How come you see her everywhere?

"She can't really be a professional in Pengci, right?" An Ji said in disbelief. Except for the first time when he saw her, she was almost hit by a car when he saw her. Don't let him wonder if she is a professional in porcelain.

Hearing what he said, Ou Zijie asked, "Do you know her?"

"We almost bumped into her a few nights ago," An Ji replied, "And this morning..."

Ou Zijie asked: "How is it? Have you been blackmailed?"

"No," An Ji shook his head, and he said happily, "We left her alone..."

Ou Zijie's eyes turned to the side of the road again, he clicked his tongue again, and said, "That woman is quite beautiful... Let me say, why did you leave her alone?"

He remembered the joke he had made with Wang Zichen in the capital, and he couldn't help laughing: "Haha, I really hit the spot!" He glanced at Wang Zichen who had been silent all this time: "Play with her slowly!" Son, are you still afraid that you won't be able to play with her?"

Wang Zichen still ignored him, his eyes looked at Lan Xinhui's position outside the car window.There was no expression on his face, but the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed.

A middle-aged man got off from the car that almost hit Lan Xinhui, and while bending over to help her up, he said something to her.

When seeing that person's face clearly, Wang Zichen frowned.

An Ji also exhaled softly: "Isn't that Mr. Xin?"