The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

"What is she saying?"    

"You country bumpkin, she is giving a speech!" Liang Liang tsked, "This is a classmate from our revision institution. His name is Xie Jingzhen. It's good that you're studying. He's really good at English. I heard that he even settled down overseas for a few years. However, I don't understand what you're saying either. It's not like you don't know the level of my English. "    

Someone smiled and echoed, "What's so great about being able to speak English? I think Sister is a little cuter."    

Liang Liang raised his eyebrows and smiled with a smile. "Is that so?"    

She took the phone screen to her face and asked one by one, "Tell me, who do you think is prettier between me and her?"    

Sister, the second in command, spoke. No one dared to say anything wrong.    

Everyone who was asked answered in unison, "That's definitely you, Liang Liang."    

Liang was just about to take back his phone in satisfaction when he suddenly saw Nanxing Chuan walk out of the bathroom. Her eyes turned and she deliberately walked forward, "Brother Yan, tell me, who is prettier between me and this girl?"    

When the phone was in front of him, Nanxing Chuan immediately saw the person on the screen.    

Nanxing Chuan originally wanted to take back his perfunctory words, but when he saw the familiar little girl, his eyes couldn't help but stop for a few seconds.    

The little girl stood on the stage and looked forward, calmly speaking fluent English. The wind gently blew across her face, and she gently rolled up her hair behind her ear with a very light smile on her face.    

"Brother Yan?" Liang Liang looked at Nanxing Chuan eagerly, and his heart was beating very fast.    

She had liked people like Nanxing Chuan since she was young. He was handsome, tough, and manly. Most importantly, he ignored her and was full of energy!    

So, when she heard her brother say that he was going to celebrate for Nanxing Chuan today, she stubbornly followed him.    

Liang Liang chuckled as he raised his phone a little higher so that Nanxing Chuan could see more clearly, "Brother Yan, tell me, who is better looking than this Xie Suo?"    

Hearing this, Nanxing Chuan's gaze finally shifted away from the screen. He did not say anything and directly turned around and went to the balcony.    

"Hey, Brother Yan, what's the meaning of not saying anything? If you don't say it, I'll just take it as you tacitly admitting that I'm better looking than Xie Jingzhen!"    

"With a bang.    

Nanxing Chuan closed the glass door and closed the curtains, finally cutting off the chattering behind him.    

The night view in the south of the city was beautiful. Standing on the balcony of the living room on the ninth floor, looking into the distance, the whole world seemed to be quiet.    

Nanxing Chuan held the beer can with one hand, and the moment he opened the zipper, some scenes popped up in his mind.    

It was the first time he was being chased by someone and took advantage of by the little girl before escaping.    

The second time, at the bar, he saw her who was almost bullied.    

The third time, he taught a bunch of stupid things a lesson, and she happened to see it.    

The fourth time was that night at the club. She knocked on the door and carefully gave herself a Band-Aid. However, she didn't recognize him.    

That pair of eyes was shy like a deer, hiding the innocence of a girl.    

Nanxing Chuan's throat unconsciously moved, and he raised his head to drink the beer in his hand.    

It was also at this moment that the balcony of the 903 bedroom opposite was opened.    

Someone walked out.    

Xie Jingzhen liked roses, so Nan Yichun prepared a full balcony full of roses in her bedroom. The fragrance of the flowers was rich, relaxing the mind and also helping sleep.    

Seeing the balcony that looked like a small garden, Xie Jingzhen laughed from the bottom of her heart. She squatted down slightly to smell the fragrance of the flowers, then reached out to touch the flower petals. Just as she was about to turn around and tell Xie Zecheng that she liked it, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye - there seemed to be someone in front of her.    

Xie Jingzhen subconsciously looked out, and with just a glance, her hands stopped moving.    

Under the night wind, the young man leaned against the balcony. He wore a gray long-sleeved shirt and held a can of beer in his hand.    

He looked over and was also looking at himself.    

Xie Jingzhen did not dare to believe that she met Nan Uncle here!    

Noticing that the man's gaze had also landed on her, Xie Jingzhen's heart skipped a beat. She subconsciously turned her body and hid behind a pot of rose that was slightly higher in the dark.    

What was going on? Why was he here? Could it be that he rented a house here as well?    

But this was too much of a coincidence. Her bedroom was facing his living room... and they actually lived on the same floor!    

While his mind was still filled with all sorts of conjectures, Xie Zexing's voice came from inside the room. Xie ___ responded and slowly poked her body out.    

The balcony opposite was already empty. The curtains on the balcony were drawn and only the lights were lit inside. Nothing else could be seen.    

Xie Zhen heaved a sigh of relief and walked back to the bedroom.    

Xie Zexuan asked her, "How is it? You still like it, right?"    

Xie Zhen thought of the man just now. For a moment, he did not know how to answer Xie Zexing's question.    

She could only smile. "Thank you, Big Brother, and also thank Sister Nan."    

Afraid of affecting Xie Jingxuan's rest, Xie Zecheng did not stay for long. After a few more reminders, he left.    

The apartment suddenly became quiet, making people not know what to do.    

She went to take a shower and took her pajamas. When she passed by the balcony, she stopped and quietly opened the door to look at the other side.    

The curtains were still tightly closed and nothing could be seen.    

Xie Jingzhen could not help but have a thought. Was there a possibility that her eyes were playing tricks on her...?    

With this thought in mind, Xie Jingzhen did not sleep well the first night. The next day, she woke up at 5: 40 am.    

When she went out, it was already dawn.    

The 902 door was tightly shut and there was no movement at all.    

Xie Jingzhen took a few glances, took a few deep breaths, and turned around to go downstairs.