The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

It was only now that Xie Jingzhen noticed that his expression was actually very bad!    

However, Nan Xingchuan shook his head and said lightly, "No."    

He did not seem to want to bring up this matter too much. After he finished speaking, he changed the topic and actually had the mood to tell a joke to make Xie Jingzhen happy.    

After eating the noodles, Nanxing Chuan looked at the time, picked up the key on the table, and said, "Let's go."    

Nan Xingchuan took the things and went out. He thought of something and turned his head. His hand stopped on the door handle and said, "Remember to lock the door when you are alone."    

He treated her like a child again.    

Xie Jingzhen said in a low voice, "I know. I lock the door every night."    

Nan Xingchuan raised his hand and touched her head.    

Why was she so obedient?    

If she liked him, she would be even more obedient.    

Nanxing Chuan restrained his gaze and withdrew all his emotions. "Good night."    

After sending Nan Xingchuan away, Xie Jingzhen closed the door. When he was cleaning the table, she received a message from An Tong and asked curiously, "Baby, are you staying outside today? I just asked the class monitor. He said you met Nan Uncle downstairs? How are you and him? "    

Xie Jingzhen sighed helplessly.    

What could he do?    

All of her courage was spent on confessing to Nan Xingchuan. Right now, she was afraid and could not believe that Nan Xingchuan liked her.    

"I have nothing to do with him"    

When An Tong received this message, she let out a long sigh.    

Although she felt that Nan Xingchuan was a good match for their Zhen. But at least she could clearly see how tired Zhen was when she chased after him.    

She even felt that Xie Jingzhen's obedient and soft personality was very disadvantageous when she fell in love with someone like Nan Xingchuan.    

There were too many uncertain factors on Nan Xingchuan's body. When he liked you, it was like a flame, scorching and intense.    

But sometimes he was like a gust of wind, unable to grasp it.    

Compared to a passionate love, what she needed more was a steady flow of water and a sense of security.    

...    

It was already very late after cleaning up, but Xie Jingzhen did not feel sleepy at all.    

While she was bored, she received an anonymous email.    

It was filled with pictures of the same frame as the pictures of Sun Zhensui and Nanxing Chuan.    

When Xie Jingzhen saw the first email, she knew who sent it.    

She suddenly felt so tired. It was not like she had snatched away the Nanxing Chuan. Why did Sun Zhensui chase after her?    

"Xie Jingzhen? I am Sun Zhensui. It took me a bit of effort to get your number. I don't know if you have time, but there are some things I want to talk to you about."    

Xie Jingzhen's eyelashes trembled. She edited it in the dialog box and said, "I have nothing to talk to you about."    

After she finished typing, she clicked the return button and deleted it. She dragged Little Sui's message into the draft box and did not reply in the end.    

She lay on the bed tiredly. After a long while, her phone vibrated again.    

She thought it was another message from Sun Zhengrong, but when she opened it, she found it was from Nanxing Chuan.    

"In the future, if you don't dare to come home too late, you can tell me in advance. I'll send you home, so you don't have to trouble others."    

When she saw this message, Xie Jingzhen didn't feel happy. She only felt sad.    

The email and text message from Sun Zhensui woke her up. Xie Jingzhen felt that everything she did was like a punch on cotton. There was no effect at all.    

Their relationship was still in a mess.    

She admitted that she still liked Nanxing Chuan, but compared to the fact that she might be given up by him again in the future, she could make concessions.    

Furthermore, there was still a Little Sui separating them.    

Although she said that she didn't care, she still felt uncomfortable in her heart.    

Her eyelids trembled as she sent a message to Nan Xingchuan. She said word by word, "Nan Uncle, today you asked me if I like Li Shuming? I didn't tell you that I quite like him."    

The message was sent after a few seconds. After a long time, Nanxing Chuan didn't send another message.    

Xie Jingzhen did not look at her phone anymore. She turned it off and closed her eyes.    

In a trance, she heard someone shouting upstairs, "It's snowing!"    

Xie Jingzhen sat up from the bed and looked out the window. It was really snowing.    

The snowflakes were small, like fur, like transparent crystals. Xie Jingzhen could not help but reach out to catch it. The snowflakes fell into her palm and melted in an instant. Water fell from between her fingers.    

Most of the good things were not strong, so the colorful clouds were fragile.    

Xie Jingzhen suddenly thought of this poem.    

Just like her and Nanxing Chuan, Caiyun Yi dispersed in the end.