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

The next day, grandma returned to the capital by plane.

Lan Xinhui and Wang Zichen resumed their peaceful two-person world.

However, Lan Xinhui's heart was not at peace. The tragic story of the girl's close relatives married and had children that her grandmother told about, and the children she had seen in Tianyou's family who were haunted by flies sat listlessly The appearance of the yard made her panic every time she thought about it.

Sometimes, she has nightmares, dreaming that she also gave birth to a disabled child.

The most frightening thing was that once he dreamed that the child he gave birth had no hands or feet, and it would bleed when he touched it.

She woke up from the nightmare and found that it was broad daylight. After washing, she changed her clothes and planned to go for a run.

However, when she passed the door of the study, she vaguely heard Wang Zichen talking on the phone inside.

She rarely heard him speak in such an impatient voice: "I've said it all, there is no blood relationship between me and Xinhui, how many times do I have to say it before you believe it!"

"If you don't believe me, go check it out yourself... The materials I made? I can also make materials for the army? You think highly of me!...You can do whatever you want! Xinhui and I are legal couples. It's our decision not to divorce, it's not your turn to make the decision!"

Lan Xinhui didn't continue listening, she turned around and walked away quietly.

When she was running outside, Wang Zichen's suppressed angry voice kept echoing in her mind.

Although Wang Zichen is generally indifferent to strangers, he has always been kind and kind to his family.

He would talk on the phone in that voice, which meant that they had already had a pretty serious fight.

well!Others are happy when they get married. When she got married, it didn't go well the first time, but the second time it made Wang Zichen's family go crazy, which made her very depressed.

Could it be that this was the ordeal she had to go through?

After jogging for about half an hour, Lan Xinhui returned home. Before entering the door, she tried her best to raise the corners of her mouth so that she could enter the door with a smile.

When she went upstairs, she heard Wang Zichen coming out of the study, still angry, closing the door with a heavy hand gesture, and the door slammed loudly.

Lan Xinhui stopped in her tracks, waited, and then went upstairs.

When they met at the stairs, Wang Zichen's eyes were still a little cold, but when he saw her, he had a smile on his face, and he reached out to help her wipe the sweat from her forehead: "I finally got up today. Went for a run?"

"Well, what about you?" Lan Xinhui looked him up: "Aren't you going for a run this morning?"

"No," Wang Zichen said lightly, "I answered a call, it was delayed."

"Come on, let me wipe your sweat for you." He pulled her to sit down on a nearby sofa chair, took off the towel hanging around Lan Xinhui's neck, and wiped her sweat carefully.

Lan Xinhui sat obediently beside him, letting him wipe her sweat, she looked up into his eyes: "There is a call early in the morning, who is it?"

Wang Zichen pondered for a moment, but still answered truthfully: "Father."

"What did he say?" Lan Xinhui couldn't help asking.

"He still doesn't believe that we're not related by blood!" Wang Zichen said angrily, "I've told him many times, but he just doesn't believe it, and said he wants us to do a DNA test again, it's so annoying!"

Lan Xinhui raised her hand to gently stroke his frowning brows, and persuaded softly: "Your brows are frowning. Don't be so troubled! Since he wants to test again, let's do it again. "

"Test and test, who is afraid of whom!" Wang Zichen seemed to be desperate: "I am most annoyed that he talks to me in such a completely distrustful tone, it's really annoying!"