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

After Lan Xinhui returned to Green City Xinyuan, Millie helped her to rest in the bedroom upstairs. She was lying on the bed, feeling very tired, and really wanted to sleep, not to endure this feeling of physical and mental exhaustion anymore.

But after lying in bed for a long time, I couldn't fall asleep.Thoughts were tangled in her mind: how would she explain to Wang Zichen the misunderstanding that she was not pregnant?What would Wang Zichen's reaction be when he found out?

She didn't know how long she had been suffering, but suddenly, she heard the sound of the door opening, and immediately after that, she saw Wang Zichen striding over.

Seeing Wang Zichen striding towards her, Lan Xinhui was suddenly speechless and just looked at him straight.

"I..." As soon as she opened her mouth, she found that her throat was choked, which made her very uncomfortable.

Sitting by the bed, Wang Zichen stretched out his hand to embrace her, and embraced her in his arms.

Being hugged into his warm arms, Lan Xinhui took a deep breath of his familiar breath, thinking that after she confessed to him, maybe she would never be able to snuggle into his arms like this again, she couldn't help but tighten her grip Snuggling against him, greedily breathing his fresh and charming breath.

He didn't say anything, just gently stroked her back, like comforting a frightened child, his gentle movements seemed to be full of infinite tenderness.

The warm light of the setting sun shines in from the window, making the bedroom extraordinarily warm, and the figures of the two embracing each other quietly on the bed are like a beautiful still painting, with a meaningful and profound artistic conception.

Lan Xinhui really wanted to freeze this moment forever, but for some reason, she suddenly said, "I'm sorry!" She said, "What happened today..."

She paused slightly, it took courage to confess, and she needed to think about how to tell him the truth.

"I already know." Wang Zichen said, Lan Xinhui could hear that although he tried his best to maintain a steady tone, his breathing was a bit messy, which showed that his mood was still not calm.

"How did you know?" Lan Xinhui heard her own voice asking him, "Did Millie tell you?"

"No, a nurse told me." Wang Zichen said.

He went to the nurse's station of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department to inquire. No one knew about Lan Xinhui's situation. He was in a hurry when he suddenly heard a person calling: "Do you know? I saw Millie today."

Hearing Millie's name, Wang Zichen stopped, and he heard the nurse say, "No, she didn't perform the operation, she came with someone else, maybe her colleague?"

Wang Zichen waited patiently for the nurse to finish calling on the mobile phone, and then came to ask her: "Beauty, I'm sorry, I heard you mention Mili just now, is it rice from rice, Li from jasmine? In Xinrong Industrial Co., Ltd. The Millie who works at the company?"

"Yes," the nurse looked at Wang Zichen: "Are you looking for her?"

"No, I heard you say that she came with someone... to see a doctor, is that person called Lan Xinhui? I'm her husband. Excuse me, do you know where they are now?"

"That person?" The nurse said, "She is resting in the observation room after the operation, so go find her there!"

When Wang Zichen went to the postoperative observation room, he didn't find Lan Xinhui. He asked a passing doctor, and the doctor said that she had gone back.

"I am her husband," Wang Zichen introduced himself, and then asked, "How is her situation?"

"The baby has not been saved, the gestational sac has flowed out, there is no way." The doctor said: "Be careful next time, it is best not to have intercourse in the first three months of pregnancy."