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

Lan Xinhui hung up the phone, and seeing Wen Jianshu was still waiting silently, she sat down on the chair beside him, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Wen Jianshu smiled at her and asked, "What are your plans for Saturday night this week?"

"I don't have any arrangements at work," Lan Xinhui said, "But..." But Miao Miao, and Wang Zichen need to take care of her, but she didn't say anything, but asked: "Why do you ask? "

"Saturday is my birthday." Wen Jianshu said bluntly.

"Oh, then I wish you a happy birthday in advance!" Lan Xinhui said: "I'm sorry, I may not be free to go to your city to celebrate your birthday with you that day, but gifts are available."

"I hope you can spare as much time as possible to come." Wen Jianshu said half-jokingly: "It doesn't matter if the gift arrives, as long as the person arrives, it's the best gift if you can come."

Lan Xinhui pondered, although S City is not far away, it still takes a few hours to go back and forth. It may be very late after attending the birthday party, and it will not be safe for her to drive back from there alone.

Wen Jianshu seemed to understand her scruples, and said: "Because Bingze is still here, some relatives and friends will come here, so I arranged the birthday party here in N City, and you can come over to have a meal when the time comes That's all, it should be fine, right?"

"No problem." Lan Xinhui said: "I will attend on time, and of course there will be gifts." As they spoke, the two looked at each other and smiled.

At this time, Lan Xinhui's cell phone rang again, and it was Wang Zichen who called: "Is Xiaoji here?"

Lan Xinhui looked around, but did not see Wang Ziji's figure, and replied: "Not yet."

"Why haven't you arrived for so long?" Wang Zichen said anxiously, and then asked: "How is the situation over there?"

"It's still the same, Miaomiao hasn't finished the inspection yet." Lan Xinhui told the truth.

"Oh, have you had lunch yet?" Wang Zichen asked without words.

"I've already eaten." Lan Xinhui replied.

Just as she was talking, she saw Wang Ziji walking over in a hurry, and she quickly said: "Zi Ji has arrived, so let's do this first!"

Lan Xinhui hung up the phone, looked up at Wang Ziji, and saw that one sleeve of his formal shirt was rolled up, and the tie around his neck was crooked, completely missing his usual meticulous appearance.

"Where's Miaomiao? What happened?" He hurriedly asked as he walked over, "How is the situation now?"

Lan Xinhui pondered, she was thinking about how to answer his question, because the doctors are still not sure about Miao Miaomiao's condition.

Wang Ziji misunderstood the meaning of Lan Xinhui's meditation, thinking that the situation was very dangerous,

"What's the situation?" He almost collapsed: "Why did my brother say that someone was killed?"

Did Wang Zichen say that he was killed?

But think about it, if you have a small life, isn't it the death of a human being?

Lan Xinhui didn't expect that Wang Zichen would kill his brother so simply and rudely.

However, now is not the time to comfort him, because the sudden fainting and shock can vary greatly, and Lan Xinhui herself dare not say that Miao Miaomiao is fine without a doctor's diagnosis.

She could only change the subject and said: "I think you two should have a good talk, you really lack communication. If you love him, tell her frankly that you love her; if you don't love her, don't Caring for her in this way makes her misunderstand and have illusions."

Lan Xinhui didn't know whether Wang Ziji listened to these words, because he was in extreme anxiety all the time, and Miao Miaomiao was pushed back before she finished speaking.

Wang Ziji rushed to meet him, but Miao Miaomiao turned away and ignored him.