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

Later, when Lan Xinhui got into Mi Li's car to go to the company, she conjectured that she felt that Wang Zichen seemed to have lost his memory.

"Maybe! Injury to the back of the head makes it easier to lose memory." Millie said: "I used to think that memory loss only appeared in TV dramas. Later, when you lost memory, I realized that the original memory loss is very likely to be What happened around us... hit the head, and after waking up, I don't remember anything."

"But, he remembers An Ji and Ou Zijie, and he also remembers you..." Lan Xinhui said, "But, I always feel that he is very different after waking up today: the way he looks at me, the way he talks to me The tone, as if he has deep feelings for me... He was not like this before."

Millie said: "When you lost your memory, I checked the information about amnesia. There are many kinds of amnesia, some are completely unable to remember the past people and things, and the memory is blank; some people have a vague impression, as long as there is a corresponding Stimulation, I think of it quickly, just like you; and there are some people who just have partial memory loss or misplacement..."

Millie thought for a while and said, "I heard you say that Wang Zichen should be in the third situation now, and his memory may have been biased."

"So that's it!" Lan Xinhui understood.

No wonder, when she asked him if he knew about the relationship between him and her, he thought for a long time before he gave a vague answer: "You are the one I will never let go of again."

Lan Xinhui hurriedly ate the breakfast that Millie brought her in the car, and went directly to the conference room for an early meeting after arriving at the company.

Immediately after the meeting, she returned to the office and started working.

She slept too late last night, and after going through such a thrilling event, her physical strength and energy seemed to be overdrawn, and she felt dizzy all morning, and her work efficiency was very low.

When it was almost lunch time, Millie came in and told her, "Mr. Wen Jianshu is here, and he wants to invite you to lunch."

Lan Xinhui rubbed the center of her brows, she felt a little tired and restless, at this moment she didn't want to see him.

Millie went on to say: "He has come to the company, and he is in the reception room now..." She paused, and said: "He also brought two women with him, and said he must see you. If you can’t make an appointment, they will wait for you to get off work at night.”

"Two women?" Lan Xinhui said in surprise, "You mean he brought two women?" This is very unusual.

"Those two women are quite old, they should be his relatives or something." Millie joked: "They don't come to propose marriage to you, do they?"

"No." Lan Xinhui said, she knew that Wen Jianshu would not make such a reckless surprise attack, maybe something extraordinary happened?

Lan Xinhui then said to Millie: "You go and serve them tea and tell them I'll be there in a while."

When Lan Xinhui entered the VIP reception room, the three people waiting inside all stood up.

Lan Xinhui greeted quickly: "You are welcome, please sit down!"

However, none of the three people sat down, and one of the older women took a step forward: "We are here to thank you especially today! Oh, I really appreciate you, I heard from the doctor, if it weren't for you You, my Bingze may not be saved..."

Hearing his nonsense, Lan Xinhui was confused for a while, Wen Jianshu hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "Xinhui, this is my aunt, this is my mother... yesterday my cousin Bingze was killed The enemy chased him down, but fortunately you bandaged him to stop the bleeding, otherwise... so my aunt came to thank you in particular."