Adorable Wife: My Professor Husband is the President

In the past few days when Tang Ruochen was away, LAN Weiwei occasionally went to LAN's house and listened to Lin Jiao's words. When she was in a bad mood, she would hate two words. When she couldn't listen, she would find an excuse to flash directly.

A week later, LAN Weiwei was more punctual than the alarm clock. She cooked dinner at home. Sure enough, she heard the familiar sound of opening the door.

Tang Ruochen went to the living room and looked around. His home was still his home. The food was ready, but he didn't find LAN Weiwei's figure. He couldn't help feeling lost. He only heard her voice behind him: "you're back."

Tang Ruochen turned around and saw that she was all right. He nodded, "HMM."

"I'm ready for dinner. Why don't you wash your hands and change your clothes so that we can eat?" Lan Wei asked.

"OK." Tang Ruochen simply answered and went upstairs.

I don't know where the woman is sacred. At this point, LAN Weiwei didn't see her.

When Tang Ruochen came downstairs, Lan Wei didn't know where she had the courage and asked, "is she your girlfriend?"

Hearing the speech, Tang Ruochen glanced at her faintly and said, "No."

LAN Weiwei was relieved and then asked, "are you still single???"

Tang Ruochen didn't answer, but his eyes seemed to ask again, don't you know if I have a girlfriend?

"Well... The rice is almost cold. I'll heat it up for you." Lan Weiwei turned and returned to the kitchen.

This result was exactly what she wanted to hear, but... The woman he had never met was always a knot in his heart.

"Last week, you brought me back?" Lan Wei asked.

"You dare to mention it."

Lan Wei carefully peeped into Tang Ruochen's look: "didn't I say anything?"

"What do you want to say?" Tang Ruochen said expressionless.

"No... nothing," Lan Wei said with her head down.

Tang Ruochen just took a bite of rice and heard LAN Weiwei ask, "what kind of girl do you like?"

After this sentence was asked, Tang Ruochen was silent for a while, "does this have anything to do with your study?"

"No," Lan Wei said honestly.

Seeing that Tang Ruochen didn't speak, Lan Wei was unwilling to say, "I'm just asking."

"Remember, I'd better not ask too much about me, and..."

"And what?" Lan Wei looked up at him seriously.

"I have a principle. I don't like my students, let alone the servants I hire."

Is that for her?

Isn't that her?

With a slap, LAN Weiwei's chopsticks fell to the ground. She immediately lowered her head and picked them up, "I'll change a pair of chopsticks."

After LAN Weiwei arrived in the kitchen, he didn't dare to go out for a long time. It seemed that he was splashed with cold water. He couldn't slow down for a long time.

When she went out, Tang Ruochen had gone upstairs. LAN Weiwei packed up the dishes. He would not like his students or the servants he hired. He had many students, but the students and servants were only himself. Moreover, this was his principle. The meaning was obvious. He was telling her that he would not like her.

The thunderbolt crashed, and LAN Weiwei's feet were burning. With the sound of the broken plate, his feet were cut.

She realized that she didn't put the dinner plate in the sink at all and fell to the ground. She quickly took out her feet from the greasy broken plate and wiped them with a paper towel. It happened that Tang Ruochen heard the noise and walked out of the kitchen. Seeing her injured left foot, she couldn't help frowning: "what's the matter."