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

"I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming!" Wang Zichen patted his head frantically: "Wake up, wake up quickly!"

"Brother, brother! Don't do this!" Wang Ziji quickly pressed his hand: "Brother, it's true, you face the reality!"

"This is not reality! It's a nightmare!" Wang Zichen couldn't help but patted his head again: "It can't be real."

Wang Ziji pressed his hand again: "Don't hit me! You have a concussion in the first place, if you hit it again, you will lose your memory. Do you want to lose your memory?"

Amnesia, don't want to!Wang Zichen stopped his hands, he suddenly grabbed Wang Ziji's hand, and said whimsically, "Xiao Ji, did Lan Xinhui lose her memory again? She doesn't recognize us anymore, does she?"

Wang Ziji was stunned by his brain opening, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Wang Zichen pointed at him and laughed: "Haha, I acquiesced. That's the way it is, right? It must be like this..." He murmured: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if she doesn't remember me, as long as I remember her."

"But, brother..." Wang Ziji looked at his brother worriedly. He felt that there was something wrong with Wang Zichen's spirit, and he couldn't help worrying, wondering if he should expose his fantasy and let him face the cruel reality.

"Where is she now?" Wang Zichen struggled to stand up again: "I'll go find her now."

Wang Ziji sighed: "Brother, you will never see her again."

Hearing this, Wang Zichen, who had just stood up, swayed and sat down.

Wang Ziji sighed again: "Because you have been in a coma, you were not able to attend her memorial service."

"A memorial service? A memorial service? A memorial service? A memorial service..." Wang Zichen murmured the word repeatedly, as if he didn't know the meaning of the word;

"A memorial service? A memorial service? A memorial service? A memorial service..." Wang Zichen kept repeating the word, as if the meaning of the word would change as long as he said it a few times.

Seeing him like this, Wang Ziji couldn't help but feel like a knife was twisting his heart. He hugged Wang Ziji in pain: "Brother, you want to open..."

"Impossible, impossible," Wang Zichen let him hug him numbly, and he said mechanically: "Absolutely impossible. It must be you, no, it must be Dad who asked you to tell me this false news, right?"

Wang Ziji shook his head, he let go, took out his mobile phone, clicked on a news, and handed it to Wang Zichen.

Wang Zichen snatched the phone impatiently, and saw a picture on the screen of the phone: it was a picture of a river in the background, many people in uniforms were busy in the picture, and there were a few people in the middle and back On the carried stretcher lay a figure covered in a white cloth.

"No, that's not her, it's not her!" Wang Zichen roared hoarsely, but his eyes saw the words in the headline of the news: "...found the body of Lan Xinhui, a brave man..."

Lan Xinhui, body, the words like sharp and cold knives pierced straight into his eyes, and from his eyes straight into his heart.

Painful, cold, painful and cold, his body began to tremble, he gritted his teeth, not letting himself continue to tremble: "That's not her, they must have made a mistake, that's not her!" Accept the facts presented to him by his brother.

Wang Ziji took the phone in his hand, turned off the news, turned on the camera, and pulled out a photo.

A face in the photo was pale and swollen, but the face was familiar. Wang Zichen rushed over, grabbed the camera, and stared at the photo.

He wanted to deny it, he wanted to say that the person in that photo was not Lan Xinhui, but he couldn't say it: Although that face was lifeless, it was so familiar!

Looking at that photo, Wang Zichen suddenly felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out...