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

Lan Xinhui leaned close to Wang Zichen's ear: "Thank you, husband."

Lan Xinhui is also a reserved person, she seldom calls him husband so nastyly, Wang Zichen heard a throbbing, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her forehead sideways.

"As long as your wife is happy." He bowed his head and whispered in her ear.

Wife... Lan Xinhui pursed her lips and smiled softly.

The way she shyly purses her lips and smiles is so charming!Wang Zichen looked at her, unable to look away.

"I'm really happy to be with you!" Lan Xinhui sighed contentedly: "I thought it was the happiest day every day, but the second day was even happier than the first day!"

"It is my dream goal to make you happy every day." Seeing her happy smile, Wang Zichen felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

The two happily strolled down the street, and before they knew it, it was time for dinner.

Eat at the nearest five-star restaurant on the Champs-Elysées.The so-called once-in-a-lifetime luxury in those top restaurants is not a luxury at all to Wang Zichen.However, for Lan Xinhui, it was already the ultimate enjoyment.

The French delicacies provided there are the best of art delicacies, no matter in sight, smell, taste or touch, they all give people unparalleled enjoyment.

Three world-class delicacies: French fried foie gras, caviar and truffles are essential.

Lan Xinhui saw that truffle omelette and truffle risotto were the same, "Why do you order the same thing? Try one flavor, maybe a few more dishes would be better?"

"I won't repeat the others," Wang Zichen said, "Eat more of this one."

This one needs to be eaten more, and the effect of truffles... He deliberately lowered his voice, coupled with his ambiguous tone, made Lan Xinhui blush and heartbeat.

Seeing her lowering her head shyly, Wang Zichen laughed: "I didn't eat well on the plane, and I went shopping for a long time today. You must be very hungry, right? Let's eat slowly and eat more... dishes Well, you can have as much as you want."

Later, they ordered stewed chicken, beef stewed in red wine, baked escargot in Burgundy, egg tart with cheese and bacon, Marseille-style seafood, etc.In order to taste more varieties, Wang Zichen specifically requested to reduce the amount of each dish.

French cuisine is famous for its delicacy, romance, and elegance. Delicious dishes are served in delicate tableware to create a picturesque visual effect of the dishes. Inextricable.

At the moment of delicious food, Wang Zichen's eyes and heart are full of the woman in front of him savoring the delicious food carefully.

Lan Xinhui once participated in the school's public relations club when she was in college, and learned the corresponding table manners.Therefore, although it was the first time to dine in such a formal and luxurious western restaurant, her table manners were still impeccable.

In addition, she herself belongs to the kind of traditional ladies who are quiet and showy, with a gentle and decent manner, which is pleasing to the eye.

The French are very particular about the use of wine in food and drink.Different meals need to be paired with different wines. Although Lan Xinhui only sipped a little bit, after slowly accumulating, her face turned red and her eyes were blurred.She looks a little more charming like this.

Facing her, Wang Zichen no longer felt the charm of delicious food, his heart, his eyes, his appetite...all were on her body.

"Hurry up and eat?" Lan Xinhui leaned over and urged him in a low voice: "You have been so slow to move the knife and fork, the waiters will think that you dislike their food."

She smiled mischievously and said, "Or, looking at it, you feel very hungry?"

"You really don't want to eat," Wang Zichen nodded, he leaned over to whisper something to her, Lan Xinhui blushed and glared at him after hearing this.