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

When Lan Xinhui turned back to the second unit where she lived, she suddenly realized that the way she left without saying a word seemed to be suspected of being angry with Wang Zichen.

When she turned around, she secretly looked back, and saw Wang Zichen walking straight towards his garage without turning his eyes.

"Xinhui, good morning!" A sudden voice startled Lan Xinhui.When she looked over, she saw Wen Jianshu striding towards her.

"Oh, good morning!" Lan Xinhui looked at him in surprise, "What are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"There happened to be a Cantonese breakfast restaurant next to the hotel where I stayed last night. I heard that the breakfast there is very good." Wen Jianshu raised the lunch box in his hand and signaled: "I brought some here for you to taste."

Lan Xinhui thanked with a smile: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Wen Jianshu said, and he looked behind her suspiciously: "How did you come from there just now?"

"Oh, that's it." Lan Xinhui turned around and took a look, but Wang Zichen had already entered the garage without seeing him.

"This morning, An Ji called to say that he couldn't find Wang Zichen, and the phone and cell phone couldn't get through. I thought something happened to him, so I went to have a look."

"Is he okay?" Wen Jianshu asked with concern.

"It's okay, it was a false alarm." Lan Xinhui said lightly.

Her eyes fell on his hands: "Why did you bring so much breakfast?"

Wen Jianshu smiled and said, "I bought Millie's as well."

"That's it, thank you so much!" Lan Xinhui smiled and said, "Millie and the others must be very happy."

Wen Jianshu looked at her with a smile: "What about you? Will you be happy?"

"Of course!" Lan Xinhui said with a smile, "I'm a big foodie, I'm sure I'll be happy if I have something to eat!"

Wen Jianshu smiled, stretched out the hand that had been hidden behind his back, and unexpectedly held a bouquet of flowers!

Seeing him suddenly conjure up a bouquet of flowers as if by magic, Lan Xinhui's big eyes widened.

"Flowers match beauties." Wen Jianshu said, and handed her the flowers in his hand.

"Thank you very much!" Lan Xinhui happily took the bunch of fresh and elegant perfume lilies in the past. She lowered her head and smelled the fragrance of lilies, and closed her eyes intoxicated: "It smells so good!"

Wen Jianshu looked at her childish behavior with a smile, "Because I don't know what flowers you like, so I picked a bunch of flowers that I like, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't have any flowers that I particularly like," Lan Xinhui said, then lowered her head and sniffed the bunch of flowers: "But I like this bunch very much."

At this time, Wang Zichen drove over, and when he drove past them, he didn't stop, but simply blew his horn twice.

Lan Xinhui embraced the flowers, glanced at the car that was leaving in the dust, and felt that Wen Jianshu's eyes were still watching her.She smiled at him: "Let's hug!"

Upstairs, both Millie and Qin Lao had just woken up, and Millie was washing the pot and preparing to make breakfast.

Millie was pleasantly surprised to see Wen Jianshu bring so many breakfasts.

Four people were sitting around the dining table and eating breakfast when suddenly the doorbell rang.

"I'll open the door." Millie stood up and walked towards the door.

After a while, she brought back a bunch of flowers and handed them to Lan Xinhui: "For you."

"Give it to me?" Lan Xinhui took the flowers in surprise: "Who gave it to you?"

"I don't know," Millie said, "The person who sent the flowers said he didn't know, and he didn't have a card..." She glanced at Wen Jianshu, and said half-jokingly, "Maybe it's your admirer?"

"Nonsense." Lan Xinhui glared at Millie, but she couldn't help wondering who sent her the flowers.

Could it be from Wang Zichen?She guessed, but she quickly denied this guess: If it was in the past, maybe it was possible, but this morning, he was so indifferent to her, it was impossible to send flowers!