The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

Gu Huaiyu put the medicine on the coffee table and lifted up his pants. Only then did she realize that the back side of his pants was almost wet. She put it down again. "Take it off. It's so wet that you don't feel comfortable wearing it. Don't catch a cold."    

    

Thus, history once again happened by accident.    

    

Wen Chen took off his pants without any psychological burden. His legs were long and straight, beautiful and powerful.    

    

In comparison, Gu Huaiyu was slightly awkward.    

    

He repeatedly muttered in his heart, Do not look down on molestation, do not look down on molestation.    

    

Gu Huaiyu tapped the space between her brows with a finger to drive away those messy things, and then she focused her gaze on her knees to focus on applying medicine.    

    

The rubbing wounds on the surface of her skin, after applying the medicine for a day, had already formed a layer of shallow scars. If the medicine was added again, it wouldn't hurt anymore, and it also didn't look that serious and frightening anymore.    

    

When Gu Huaiyu was applying the medicine, Wen Chen was holding his iPad to draw.    

    

Since he told Gu Huaiyu today that he wanted to draw a basketball competition poster, then he had no choice but to do it.    

    

Gu Huaiyu also noticed that after the medicine was done, she sat beside Wen Chen and stared fixedly at Wen Chen's movements.    

    

Half an hour later, Wen Chen had already finished drawing more than half.    

    

It was different from the simple sketch in the morning. This time, Wen Chen's meticulously drawn drawing even had color on it.    

    

Gu Huaiyu was already shocked speechless. He pointed at a small mole on the youth's temple in the portrait. "I have this mole?"    

    

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to touch it and said curiously, "Why don't I know myself? Why are your eyes so sharp?"    

    

Wen Chen put away the brush indifferently and raised his eyes to look at Gu Huaiyu's eyes. He said, "It's not that I have sharp eyes, but it's because it's very beautiful that I noticed it."    

    

Gu Huaiyu was stunned, then smiled and said politely to him, "It's you who drew it beautifully."    

    

Wen Chen looked at the painting and then turned back to look at him. After comparing for a while, he pursed the corners of his lips. "No, it's still not as good as me."    

    

Gu Huaiyu had received a little too much praise from Lord Chairman today.    

    

Hearing that, Ye Xiu said, "Is that so? But why do I still feel that your drawing is rather pretty?"    

    

He pointed at the face of the person on the painting and took out the half-assed commentary from outside the door. He said calmly, "Look, your eyebrows are good, your eyes are good, your nose is good, and your mouth is good too."    

    

Finally, he clicked his tongue and modestly concluded, "I'm not that good looking."    

    

Wen Chen's gaze followed the movement of his fingertip. After he stopped, he turned his head along his arm and looked back at his face.    

    

Gu Huaiyu did not hide nor was she shy. The corners of her mouth held a smile as she openly showed it to him.    

    

She felt that he was almost done comparing. Just as she was about to speak, the space between her brows was suddenly pressed down lightly by her finger, blocking the words that she had yet to say.    

    

Wen Chen's fingertip swept across his brow bone and slowly moved along the outline to the corners of his eyes, bypassing his face and nose, all the way down, until she very lightly pressed her lips together.    

    

His long eyelashes fluttered down along with his gaze, and his gaze was serious and focused.    

    

Gu Huaiyu was slightly stunned.    

    

Wen Chen didn't speak from the beginning until the end, but he seemed to have understood everything he wanted to say.    

    

He said that you're more beautiful than the painting.    

    

Your eyebrows are good, your eyes are good, your nose is good, and your mouth is also very good.    

    

Gu Huaiyu was stunned, and her gaze unconsciously slid across his face with the same rhythm. His cold eyes, straight nose, light pink lips...    

    

Gu Huaiyu immediately shifted her gaze away, silently cursing herself for being disappointing. In a few days, he must find a girlfriend!    

    

Gu Huaiyu leaned back slightly, dodging Wen Chen's finger.    

    

He laughed dryly and said bitterly, "That thing, it's a little hot."    

    

Wen Chen did not mind. He retracted his finger and climbed onto his shoulder in the next second. He raised his head to the side of his face and sniffed. The hot air he exhaled sprayed below his earlobe, and the sensitive itch scratched his heart.    

    

"Ah Yu." He lowered his voice and called out to him by his ear. He asked softly, "Didn't we use the same shower gel? Why is your body so fragrant?"    

    

His tone was pure and unadulterated doubt, as if he was really just curious and wanted to know the answer.    

    

However, deep inside, there was an indescribable temptation.    

    

Wen Chen's hand on his shoulder tightened, looking at him with more confusion in his eyes.    

    

He seemed to move a little uneasily, but he did not mean to bring the situation closer to an uncontrollable direction.    

    

Under the long eyelashes, Wen Chen's gaze towards him dimmed, his arm already firmly locked at Gu Huaiyu's waist at some unknown time.    

    

The silence continued for a long time, and it was finally broken by Gu Huaiyu.    

    

He forcefully closed his eyes and exhaled heavily.    

    

As if suddenly waking up from a dream, he stood up with the fastest speed possible and strode towards the bathroom.    

    

He was about to die. The president was sick. Why was he so good at teasing people?    

    

Gu Huaiyu faintly felt that the atmosphere between him and Wen Chen earlier was not quite right, but she did not think too much about it either. She just thought that Wen Chen was sick and had a reliance on him.    

    

But Gu Huaiyu quickly started to be curious again. Exactly what secrets did Wen Chen not tell him? Was it related to his illness?