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

In the early morning, the warm light of the early sun shines through the glass windows in the spacious and clean kitchen. In the warm light and shadow, a slender figure stands gracefully.

Her slender and pale hands were working nimbly. After wrapping the last shrimp dumpling, she vigorously put a whole drawer of dumplings into the pot, covered the lid, and started to cook.

She lifted the lid of the purple clay pot next to her, and the fragrant and glutinous porridge came out. She sniffed with satisfaction, and then lowered her head to look at the porridge that was slowly boiling in the pot. Almost done, she sprinkled some scallions on it, put the lid on again, and turned off the fire.

This is what Wang Zichen saw when he walked into the kitchen.

For a moment, he didn't know whether such a scene was really an illusion.Because not long ago, in a dream before waking up, he saw a similar scene: there was a beautiful snail girl in his kitchen, who was carefully preparing meals for him.

He walked over quietly and hugged her from behind: "Don't run, my snail girl."

"I'm not running," she laughed, and turned to kiss him, and they kissed passionately.

Then, right in the kitchen, they consummate a toss-up making out.

However, at the end, he suddenly saw clearly that the snail girl was Lan Xinhui, and Lan Xinhui's face slowly transformed into a poisonous snake spit out its core in front of him!

Wang Zichen was startled and woke up.After he got up, he changed his **** underwear, took a shower, put on his sportswear, and planned to go for a run.

When he came down from the stairs, he remembered that dream again, and he walked into the kitchen by a strange coincidence, so he saw such a scene that was both real and illusory.

After Lan Xinhui turned off the fire, when she turned around, she suddenly saw a person standing not far away, she was shocked.

Her feet were in a mess, and she accidentally hurt her feet. With a "ouch", she held onto the stove and lifted her feet up to hurt her feet.

Seeing this scene, Wang Zichen wanted to go to help her as if by conditioned reflex.However, he immediately controlled himself. He stood in the distance and asked coldly, "Why are you here?"

Lan Xinhui tried her best to ignore the frost on his face, and tried her best to smile: "I'll come and prepare breakfast for you."

"How did you get in?" Wang Zichen said, "Didn't you lose your memory? How did you remember my password?"

"I don't remember." Lan Xinhui explained: "I saw the housekeeper inside and asked her to open the door."

"I have a housekeeper, so I don't need you to prepare breakfast for me." Wang Zichen said coldly: "In the future, please don't enter my house without permission."

"Didn't you let me live in your house last night?" Lan Xinhui said in a low voice.

"I didn't intend to take that house at first. After the divorce, that house will belong to you." Wang Zichen said, "But it won't work here."

Seeing that he finished speaking, he turned around and walked outside, Lan Xinhui hurriedly said: "But, I came today because I have something to tell you."

Wang Zichen walked out without stopping: "I don't want to hear it."

"But..." But, his figure had already disappeared outside the door.Lan Xinhui limped after him, but suddenly saw him stop outside the door.

"You—" She couldn't help but rejoice.

He looked indifferently at her eyes lit up by surprise, and said, "I went out for a run for 10 minutes, and when I come back, I hope to never see you staying at my house again."