The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

3A few hundred meters in total, the two of them soon reached the neighborhood downstairs.     4

    

Xie Jingzhen walked in, but Nanxing Chuan stood outside the door and did not move. "You go back first."    

    

Xie Jingzhen said, "Do you want to go out?"    

    

"Yes." Nan Xingchuan lightly smiled, "I still have something to do."    

    

Xie Jingzhen nodded, and first swiped the access card to enter the building.    

    

When the girl's figure completely disappeared from his line of sight, the smile on the corner of Nan Xingchuan's mouth also disappeared at the same time.    

    

His expression turned cold. He reached out and pulled the collar of his shirt, then turned around and walked towards the place where he had just received Xie Jingxuan.    

    

There, in a remote and dark corner, Liang Rui was leaning against the wall lazily smoking. Under the lingering smoke, two young men with wretched expressions squatted on the ground. Clearly, they had already eaten a "forward meal."    

    

Seeing Nanxing Chuan walk over, they seemed to have smelled an even more dangerous scent, and started to beg for mercy and retreat.    

    

"Yes, sorry, I didn't know it was your people... Don't -"    

    

But it was already too late.    

    

Nanxing Chuan casually picked up an abandoned umbrella handle that someone had thrown on the side of the road.    

    

The moonlight was swallowed by his pitch-black eyes, and his gentle outer clothes were ripped off. The hidden hostility he had was almost instantly gushed out.    

    

...    

    

Xie Jingzhen did not know what was happening when she was bathing and reading quietly at home. It was a few hundred meters away from her.    

    

It was as if the world had been split into two. One side was clean and pure to the point that there were no flaws, while the other fell into the darkness, shaking the heavens and earth.    

    

Dust touched the clouds. The two of them were separated from each other, but they had accidentally entered each other's world in such an ordinary and enthusiastic manner.    

    

They got closer and closer, drowning themselves in it.    

    

A small table lamp was lit in the bedroom. Xie Suo squatted on the balcony and trimmed the flowers, thinking about the scene when he just came back with Nanxing Chuan. Even the breeze that blew in the middle of the night became warm and warm.    

    

She glanced at the other side.    

    

She had waited for almost an hour, but Nanxing Chuan still did not come back.    

    

The wind blew her long hair into a mess. Xie Jingzhen took a deep look again, and could only get up and return to the bedroom.    

    

He put out all the lights, but left a gap in the curtains.    

    

The fragrance of flowers permeated into her nose. Xie Jingxuan suddenly felt that those roses were especially beautiful tonight.    

    

She laid on the bed with both hands under her face, her eyes focused on the opposite side. Just as she was about to fall asleep, light finally came from the gap.    

    

The lights in the room opposite turned on.    

    

Xie Jingzhen immediately lifted her body and confirmed that it was really Nanxing Chuan who had returned.    

    

He sat on the sofa as if he was writing something. Under the dim light, his blurry figure was still warm and familiar.    

    

Xie Jingxuan finally felt at ease. She pulled the blanket and lay down again. She pursed her lips and said very softly in his direction, "Goodnight."    

    

The next morning at six o'clock in the morning, Xie Jingxuan went to school as usual. When she closed the door, she found that there was a convenience note on her house door.    

    

"My number is 187 x xxxx. Call me if you need anything, Nan."    

    

She remembered that she saw him writing something on the coffee table last night. Could it be that he was writing her number?    

    

Xie Jingzhen's lips curved up as he gently pulled down the note, trying to figure out what Nan Xingchuan's words were.    

    

The stroke was sloppy but powerful. It was the type of beautiful handwriting.    

    

Xie Jingzhen did not know why Nanxing Chuan would suddenly leave a phone call for her, but this feeling was as if Nanxing Chuan had opened a door for her.    

    

A door that could pull them into their relationship.    

    

Xie Jingzhen was somewhat happy. She had very few relatives and friends by her side.    

    

Nanxing Chuan was one of the people she respected very much.    

    

Xie Jingzhen carefully saved Nan Xingchuan's number. In the name column, she only wrote two words: Uncle.