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

From the angle below, Wang Zichen was as tall as an iron tower, and his face was solemn.

Seeing Wang Zichen looking at her solemnly, Lan Xinhui was stunned for a moment.

Wang Zichen stared at her silently, and after a while, he reached out to her, trying to pull her up from the ground.

At this moment, Xin Tiantian ran over, grabbed Lan Xinhui's hand that was originally extended to Wang Zichen, and pulled her up.After that, he helped her to fiddle with some messy hair: "Xinhui, I'm so sorry! My mother is too worried about my father, and she's in a bad mood, that's why she's like this, I'm sorry..."

Then, she looked at Wang Zichen, as if she had just discovered his arrival, and said in surprise, "Mr. Wang? Why are you here?"

"I'll take a look at Mr. Xin." Wang Zichen turned his eyes from Lan Xinhui's body to Xin Tiantian's face, and asked with concern, "How is he doing?"

"Yesterday was very dangerous..." Xin Tiantian said truthfully, "But it's better now."

She turned to Lan Xinhui again, and said, "Xinhui, I'm sorry! My mother was worried that my father would be too emotional when he saw you, which would affect his condition, so she didn't let you in."

"It's okay." Lan Xinhui nodded, and said, "I understand." She moved aside and let Wang Zichen and An Ji behind him, who was holding a lot of supplements, enter the ward.

When Wang Zichen entered the ward, Xin Jinrong was falling asleep.Standing in front of the hospital bed, looking at his thin and gray face, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion at the fragility of life.

Thinking about yesterday when he had lunch with him and went to see the field in the suburbs together, he looked pretty good, unexpectedly, after only one night and half a day, he became like this.

Wang Zichen was staring at Xin Jinrong's haggard and sickly face, when suddenly he saw Xin Jinrong's eyelids move, and then his chapped lips moved too.

"Boss Xin, how do you feel?" Wang Zichen approached him and asked softly, "Do you want anything?"

"Xinxin..." Xin Jinrong murmured two words weakly.

"What did you say?" Wang Zichen couldn't hear clearly for a while, so he couldn't help asking again.

Hearing Xin Jinrong repeat it twice, Wang Zichen recognized it: Xinxin?Did he mean Xinxin?Could it be that Xin Jinrong's nickname for Lan Xinhui is Xinxin?

"Xinxin, Xinxin...don't leave me, Xinxin, Xinxin!" Xin Jinrong became more and more excited as he spoke, and then he yelled "Xinxin" and struggled to sit up.

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?" Xin Tiantian rushed to the bed and asked worriedly.

"Xinxin, Xinxin!" Xin Jinrong grabbed Xin Tiantian's hand and said nervously, "Xinxin, I'm sorry for you! Xinxin, don't leave me, okay?"

"Dad," Xin Tiantian cried, and said, "Dad, I'm Tiantian!"

Xin Jinrong fixed his eyes on Xin Tiantian. After a while, he heaved a sigh of relief and fell against the headboard of the bed. He closed his eyes and said, "Don't cry, Dad is fine."

"Okay, I won't cry." Xin Tiantian wiped away her tears and said, "But, Dad, you need to get better soon."

Xin Jinrong nodded wearily.

Xin Tiantian glanced at Wang Zichen who had stepped aside, and said, "Father, Mr. Wang is here to see you."

Xin Jinrong barely opened his eyes, looked at Wang Zichen who was standing on the edge of the bed, and said softly, "Mr. Wang, you've made up your mind, thank you!"

"You're welcome," Wang Zichen said with concern: "You should take good care of your illness first, and I'll treat you to dinner after you recover."

"Thank you!" Xin Jinrong tried to smile.