The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

She forgot what she wanted to say and heard him say that Ah Yan missed her.    

These words almost made Ding Ruirui lose control of her tears.    

She also missed Ah Yan very much. During this period of time, she had been planning to take Ah Yan away and had not seen him for a long time.    

"Mom, Mom..."    

Ah Yan appeared on the screen. Her eyes were red, and Steamed Bun's face was covered in tears. He looked like a pitiful rabbit.    

Ding Ruirui's heart ached and she quickly comforted him. However, it was the opposite. The little guy's tears fell even harder.    

When Ding Ruirui was at a loss, a helpless sigh came from the other end of the phone. Then a pair of big hands appeared on the screen and held Ah Yan's little face to wipe away his tears.    

"Don't cry, a little man will not shed tears."    

As soon as these words left his mouth, Ah Yan's tears filled his eyes. It was neither right nor wrong to drop them.    

Ah Yan looked at Shen Guanlin, then looked at Ding Ruirui. Finally, he choked and asked, "Mom, Mom. Let's go home."    

Ding Ruirui held back the sourness in her eyes and smiled, "Good Ah Yan..."    

Shen Guanlin did not know that Ding Ruirui had solved most of the knot in her heart. He thought she was sad about how to face Ah Yan.    

His eyes flashed and he remembered what Gu Tingshen said before. He could not force Ding Ruirui to solve the conflict between them.    

He took a deep breath and suppressed the stubbornness in his heart. When he raised his head again, he looked gentle again. "Don't worry. I will take good care of Ah Yan, even if you..."    

Before he could finish, Ding Ruirui suddenly interrupted him. "Shen Guanlin, let's meet."    

Shen Guanlin was stunned and stared at Ding Ruirui's almond eyes.    

After a while, he finally realized that this time, it was ___. Ding Ruirui took the initiative to ask him to meet.    

Furthermore, she did not say that she would take Ah Yan away.    

Did this mean that there was a turning point in everything?    

Shen Guanlin could not suppress the excitement in his heart. He clenched his fists and restrained himself from asking Ding Ruirui what she meant.    

"Okay."    

...    

It was already April, and the weather suddenly became hot. Even in the north, there were already people who could not withstand the heat and had long changed into short-sleeved shirts.    

Wednesday, C University had already organized a part of the school's physical test, and today it was the business school's turn.    

Although the sun above his head was not as hot as the summer, it was extremely hot. There were a few groups of people scattered on the field. All of them were frowning, tortured by the physical test to the point that they could not laugh.    

The vice president had just finished watching the class next door's fledgling program and forced them to return to their own class. Exhausted, he let out a long sigh and sat down next to Wen Chen.    

"President, did you not see that those guys from Class 5 who are even stiffer than carrying poles have their waists almost broken? They barely managed to push out 8 cm, what a tragedy."    

Hearing that, Wen Chen indifferently put down the water bottle in his hand and glanced at the vice president beside him. He calmly said, "Did you push a 3?"    

... "" The vice president was speechless, and said faintly, "Big brother, I sincerely give you a suggestion. When you mock people, your expression actually doesn't need to be so realistic."    

"I didn't mock you." Wen Chen indifferently retracted his gaze. "I'm just confirming the information."    

"This is called soft sarcasm. It's also mockery in nature. No matter what, I'm already injured."    

The vice president mournfully made a heart-warming gesture. "Fortunately, my body was kind enough to fill in 13 and protect the hard ligament that even an old pole like me can't pull."    

Wen Chen ignored his complaints. He raised his eyes and looked at the running opposite him, his face not showing much of an expression.    

His right hand's fingers unconsciously rubbed against it. Even though it was very lively around him, Wen Chen still could not help but wonder what Gu Huaiyu was doing right now.    

Was she like him, missing...    

Wen Chen blinked his eyes, his thumb pressing down on the joints of his index finger.    

He could not think about it anymore. If he did, his illness would flare up.    

Wen Chen snapped back to his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the photograph on the deputy president's phone screen. He paused and took the initiative to speak for the first time. "What are you looking at?"    

The deputy president was surprised that Wen Chen would take the initiative to speak. He hurriedly put his phone before Wen Chen's eyes and said, "It's our school's forum."    

Wen Chen thought for a moment. He seemed to have never gone to the school's forum to look at it.    

He lowered his head and looked at Gu Huaiyu, who was ranked first, and frowned without batting an eyelid. "What rank is this?"    

"It's the school's Grass Roll. The first place is still your junior brother?"    

Wen Chen did not say anything. He took out his phone and found a post on the forum.