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

Wang Zichen originally thought that Lan Xinhui's grandmother should be a typical minority old woman who was dark and thin, but he saw that although Lan Xinhui's grandmother was very thin, she was not as short as ordinary southern women, and her complexion was fairer No wonder Lan Xinhui looks so tall and fair.

Seeing her niece suddenly bring a young man back, Lan Xinhui's grandmother Zhu Jiumei looked slightly surprised, but she quickly covered it up.

"Come in!" she said, smiling, and opened the door to let them in.

The smile gave Wang Zichen a very friendly feeling, and he greeted politely: "Grandma, hello!"

Lan Xinhui quickly introduced, "Grandma, he is my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Zhu Jiumei looked at Wang Zichen with a smile, and nodded in approval: "Very good, very good!" She pointed to the sofa in the room: "Please sit down!"

"Okay, thank you grandma!" Wang Zichen found that Lan Xinhui's grandma's Mandarin was pretty good, without any accent.

While exchanging pleasantries, Millie came back, and when she saw Wang Zichen sitting on the sofa, she was stunned, and blurted out: "Mr. Wang?"

Wang Zichen nodded to her, when the doorbell rang, Millie turned around and opened the door, it was the little brother who delivered the food from "Zhengwu Pavilion", and she signed for it.

The place Lan Xinhui rented was very narrow, the dining table was placed in the living room, it was usually folded and put away, and only unfolded when eating.

Seeing that Lan Xinhui wanted to move the table, Wang Zichen who was originally sitting on the sofa quickly stood up and strode up: "I'll do it."

"No, no need." Moving the table was something Lan Xinhui did almost every day, and at this moment, she was still habitually treating Wang Zichen as a customer, a guest, how could she ask for help from a guest?

She was about to bend down to move the table, but Wang Zichen grabbed her and whispered: "Be careful, you now..."

"Hush -" Lan Xinhui hurriedly stopped him from continuing. She glanced at her grandmother worriedly, and she was relieved when she saw that she was turning around to remove the small stool in the living room to make room for the table.

"Anyway, be careful." Wang Zichen still insisted on reminding her, he pulled her aside, moved the table over, and placed it in the vacated space in the center of the living room.

At this moment, there was a knock at the door, Wang Zichen turned his head, Tan Lao opened the door with the key, and pushed the door in.

When Tan Lao saw Wang Zichen who rolled up his sleeves and set the table, he was shocked, and the key in his hand fell to the ground with a "slap".

Wang Zichen nodded to him calmly, and glanced at the keys that fell on the ground without any trace: he didn't have the keys to his wife's house, but other men did. He didn't like this situation.

"Brother Tan Lao, are you back?" Lan Xinhui greeted Tan Lao when she saw Tan Lao came back, "It's time to eat, go and wash your hands."

Brother what brother?Scream so affectionately!Wang Zichen couldn't help muttering in his heart: Besides, what do you mean "you're back"?This is not his home!

"How about I go buy some wine?" Millie said, "We don't have alcohol here. We have guests today!"

"No, she..." Wang Zichen was about to say "she can't drink", but Lan Xinhui quickly said: "No, no, what kind of guest is he!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was taken aback, even Lan Xinhui was shocked by her familiar tone.

Tan Lao was so shocked that he dropped the key he had just picked up to the ground again.