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

After taking a hot bath, Lan Xinhui immediately regained her vitality.

Seeing that her originally pale face had returned to rosy, Wang Zichen was relieved a little.

"How do you feel now?" He asked confirmingly, "How about I go out behind your back?"

"No need," Lan Xinhui waved her hand with a smile: "I don't feel uncomfortable now, the way out is all steps, and it's not steep, I can walk by myself."

Wang Zichen put the backpack on his back, took her hand and walked out: "Tell me when you're tired, and I'll carry you on my back, or stop and rest."

"Okay, I get it." Lan Xinhui said with a smile, "I won't be polite to you."

She looked up at the lush tree branches above her head, and the west slanting sun shone through the branches, shining brightly like broken gold.

"This world is so beautiful!" she exclaimed, "Fortunately, I'm still alive! It feels so good to be alive!"

Hearing her talk about this, Wang Zichen felt a lingering fear again, and couldn't help but feel the emotion and fear of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"Don't take such risks again, okay?" He said to her seriously: "You should do what you can to save people, don't rush to save people who are stronger than you, especially those who are easy to lose their minds. People... you have to think about me more, what should I do if you have any troubles?"

Lan Xinhui's voice was choked when he heard what he said, she knew the fear and worry in his heart, she shook the hand they were holding affectionately, and said softly: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

She couldn't help but confided to him: "Because the first person I rescued was you, so when I saved people before, I always regarded them as you, and I was never afraid in my heart... But today I am afraid, I'm also worried, what if something happens to me, what will you do?"

She lowered her voice and said to him: "I don't want to leave you, we just met each other not long ago, I don't want to leave you so soon."

"No matter how long it takes, don't leave me." Wang Zichen held Lan Xinhui's hand tightly, put it on his lips and kissed him: "Promise me, for me, take good care of yourself."

Lan Xinhui nodded vigorously: "Well, I will take care of myself in the future, for you; you should also take care of yourself, for me."

"Okay." Wang Zichen nodded firmly.

"Come on, pull the hook." Lan Xinhui stretched out her other hand to make a pull hook with childlike innocence, and Wang Zichen also stretched out his hand to hook her fingers.

They stared at each other with their fingers crossed, and smiled at each other.

That picture is like classic romance and full of beauty.

"Click" and "click" the SLR camera faithfully freezes the beautiful picture.

Wang Zichen looked over and frowned when he saw someone taking pictures of them.

Lan Xinhui let go of his hand, and then patted him softly. She looked at a young woman holding a camera, and asked politely, "Excuse me, did you take pictures of us?"

"Yes," the woman exclaimed, "You don't know how beautiful you are just now!"

She adjusted the photo to the preview screen and showed it to Lan Xinhui. Seeing that the picture was so beautiful, Lan Xinhui couldn't help but said: "You took the picture really well! Can you send it to me?"

"Yes," the woman said. While pulling out the photo, she said, "Are you college students? Do you want to work part-time? I can ask you to be my fashion models."

"No, thank you!" Lan Xinhui politely declined.

College Students?Do we look that young?And, as a model?Does it mean that our men and women are all good-looking?

Lan Xinhui thought secretly, and raised the corners of her mouth happily. She looked at Wang Zichen, and saw that he was wearing a T-shirt, and he looked much younger, like a college student.