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

When attending the memorial service, Lan Xinhui knew that Mrs. Xin was hostile to her. In order not to irritate her, she tried to hide herself in the crowd as low-key as possible.

Wang Zichen also attended the memorial service.

He was wearing a black dress shirt and black suit trousers. Although he wrapped himself in a solemn black suit, he was still so outstanding and his detached temperament made it impossible to ignore.

Lan Xinhui stared at him silently for a while habitually, and unconsciously guessed in her heart: Is he the boy from back then?

The more she looked at him, the more she felt like him: the eyebrows and eyes were so similar, the temperament was so consistent, and even his speech and behavior seemed to be very similar.She always felt that the boy back then should be as extraordinary as Wang Zichen when he grew up.

However, even if he is really the boy from back then, what can she do?Her longevity lock has been lost, and she has no way to return it to him.Moreover, seizing love with a sword is not something she can do...

Lan Xinhui watched silently as Wang Zichen bowed respectfully to the coffin, then went to Xin Tiantian and Tian Lirong to shake hands with them respectively, while whispering some comforting words.

When Wang Zichen and Xin Tiantian shook hands, she who had already stopped crying, began to weep again, looking very pitiful.

"Please forgive me." Wang Zichen said softly while shaking hands with her.

"Thank you!" Xin Tiantian's voice was low and weak.

Then, the moment Wang Zichen let go of her hand, her body went limp and she passed out.

Wang Zichen quickly embraced her with sharp eyes and hands: "Miss Xin, how are you?"

When Lan Xinhui saw Xin Tiantian fainted, her heart also rose.She really wanted to rush over and give her first aid.But she was also worried that Mrs. Xin would find out that she would lose control of her emotions, so she could only hold back.

However, she saw that Wang Zichen seemed to be more skilled in first aid.He calmly carried Xin Tiantian to the nearby sofa, unbuttoned a button on her neckline to let her breathe freely, then saw An Ji brought water, he took it, and fed Xin Tiantian to drink with his own hands.

At this time, Lan Xinhui's sight was blocked by the people surrounding her, so she couldn't help but quietly followed.But at that time there were already many people around, she couldn't see what was going on inside, she could only listen to the people talking in a low voice:

"Give her water!"

"Keep your mouth shut, you can't drink..."

"Ah, it won't be mouth-to-mouth feeding next time, right?" Someone excitedly whispered gossip.

Another person followed suit and said excitedly: "Living mouth to mouth, like in TV dramas?"

Hearing this, Lan Xinhui became inexplicably anxious. She suddenly wanted to squeeze in and tell Wang Zichen that in fact, feeding unconscious people with water doesn't need to be done like that.

At this time, she heard An Ji, Wang Zichen's assistant, say: "Please step aside, don't crowd around here, she needs fresh air."

So, everyone dispersed with interest.

Lan Xinhui gave way to the side, but still quietly raised her head to look there.

She saw that Wang Zichen pinched Xin Tiantian's chin, raised her head slightly, and opened her mouth.Then he brought the water glass to her mouth and slowly fed water into her mouth...

Seeing this, Lan Xinhui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt ridiculous: Wang Zichen is not someone like me, why am I worried that he will talk to Xin Tiantian?