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

After Lan Xinhui returned to the company, she began to immerse herself in her work. It wasn't until Wang Zichen called that she realized that it was past the off-duty time.

"Are you off work yet?" Wang Zichen asked, "Did you have any entertainment tonight?"

"I haven't finished get off work yet." Lan Xinhui said: "There is no entertainment, but after get off work, I will go to see Miao Miao first."

"Where is Xiao Ji taking care of it!" Wang Zichen said, "They have all had dinner."

"Then have you eaten?" Lan Xinhui asked following his words.

Wang Zichen immediately replied: "Not yet, I didn't eat well at noon, and now I am very hungry." This is the truth.

Lan Xinhui thought that the reason why he didn't eat well was because of his wound, so she said sympathetically, "Then why don't you eat dinner earlier?"

"No dinner." Wang Zichen said pitifully.

She asked with concern: "Has no one brought you food yet?"

"Not yet." Wang Zichen said, "Ou Zi and An Ji have dinner parties tonight."

In fact, an assistant can do such small things as buying meals, but An Ji and the others knew that Wang Zichen wanted to eat with someone, so they really didn't arrange for anyone to buy and order meals for him.

"Then I'll bring you some right away, you have to bear with it first." Lan Xinhui said, while she started to pack her things, she picked up her bag and left the company in a hurry.

While going downstairs, Lan Xinhui made a phone call to order food, ordered food from Yunding, and asked them to deliver it to Wang Zichen's ward.

On the way to the hospital where Wang Zichen was, she saw a branch of "Porridge House", and stopped by to buy some porridge to take with her, so that Wang Zichen could pad her stomach first.

Wang Zichen frowned when he saw the porridge that Lan Xinhui was carrying: "Although I said 'you have to eat like a beggar for dinner', am I too wronged as a beggar? Just order porridge like this? Also, Where's your dinner?"

He looked at Lan Xinhui who was looking at the opened porridge, and then looked at Lan Xinhui who was still wearing formal attire at this time: "You don't mean to go out for a big meal by yourself?"

He guessed that Wen Jianshu must have invited Lan Xinhui to have dinner with him. He thought that Lan Xinhui just casually brought a bowl of porridge to dismiss Wen Jianshu in order to rush to have dinner with Wen Jianshu, and he felt extremely wronged.

"It seems that if you're not your husband, you'll be treated differently." He said sourly, wishing he could remarry her soon.

Lan Xinhui turned to look at him: "Do you know we're divorced?" She thought that his memory was wrong, that they hadn't divorced yet, that's why he was so clingy to her.

"Of course I know," Wang Zichen said, "I've said it all, I don't have amnesia."

Lan Xinhui couldn't help but said: "But, why did you treat me..."

"That's because I like you, no, I love you." Wang Zichen said, "Have I not told you before? I love you very much, and I hope to remarry you as soon as possible."

Suddenly hearing his passionate confession, Lan Xinhui's hands trembled, almost spilling the porridge in the bowl.

Why is he still so affectionate towards her?His memory should still be biased, right?

When she met his affectionate gaze, she quickly lowered her eyes and brought the porridge over.

"The doctor said that your memory may be a little off." Lan Xinhui said, "It's because the back of the head was severely injured earlier, resulting in a concussion."

She also mistakenly thought that she loved him very much after amnesia, so she experienced Wang Zichen's symptoms at this time.

"I don't have amnesia," Wang Zichen said: "There is no problem with my memory, I just understand that you are the person I have been looking for, you are my dream lover. You are my ideal wife."

Lan Xinhui felt that what he said was more like a person with a memory problem, but she didn't express her disbelief, she just changed the subject and said, "Come and have some porridge first, I even ordered dinner at Genting for you , will send it over later.”