The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

3Late at night, a soft and gentle male voice fell into her ears. In just two to three minutes, Xie Jingzhen was not sad anymore.    1

    

She should be grateful.    

    

Nan Uncle was willing to care for her, and was willing to take care of her. He gave her the warmth she wished for when she was young.    

    

Xie Zhen couldn't help but secretly look at him. When she saw his thin lips moving as he spoke, she saw him immersing himself in his voice bit by bit. Her heart was peaceful and calm.    

    

"I was distracted again." Nan Xingchuan suddenly knocked her on the head with a pen.    

    

Xie Jingzhen let out an "Aiya" sound and touched her hair in embarrassment. After pausing for a moment, she deliberately said, "It hurts."    

    

Nan Xingchuan raised his eyebrows. "I didn't even use any strength."    

    

"But it hurts."    

    

He acted like a child, acting like a spoiled child.    

    

Nanxing Chuan felt inexplicably soft in his heart. He reached out his hand and rubbed her head, like how he had taken care of Ah Chun when he was young. "How about this?"    

    

Xie Jingzhen pursed her lips, her eyes curved like crescent moons. "It's done."    

    

She smiled, and Nan Xingchuan suddenly realized what he had just done.    

    

He quietly retracted his hand, and his gaze stopped on the message book on the right side of the desk. After a while, he asked Xie Jingxuan, "Do you have milk?"    

    

"Yes." Xie Zhen stood up and was about to go get it. "There's also juice and coffee. What do you want to drink?"    

    

"Milk." Nan Xingchuan rested his elbow on the table and gently tapped his forehead. "Heat it up."    

    

Xie Jingzhen did not think too much about it. She nodded and went to the kitchen.    

    

Nan Xingchuan saw her open the fridge and found another cup. He seriously wanted to heat it up for himself.    

    

Looking at the girl's pure back view, Nan Xingchuan smiled and looked back at the table. There was a bright yellow table lamp, a few messy test papers, pen and paper...    

    

A few of the simplest items were pieced together to form a warm temperature.    

    

The life that was wandering in the strange, strange, and obscure darkness seemed to be getting further and further away.    

    

Perhaps even Nanxing Chuan himself did not expect such a day to come. He quietly sat there, patiently giving a seventeen year old girl questions.    

    

Nanxing Chuan took the message book over and opened it.    

    

It was filled with the messages of ordinary classmates. Occasionally, there would be a few who would call her darling.    

    

As he flipped through it, a sentence that was different from the other classmates suddenly appeared.    

    

"Sister Zhen'er, I wish you can find a handsome man to be your boyfriend in the future! Don't forget to invite me when you get married! I can be a bridesmaid (the type that brings my best man), hahaha. Love you! PS: In the future, if brother-in-law treats you badly, tell me. I'll help you beat him up! "    

    

For some reason, Nanxing Chuan felt that this tone was familiar. He looked at the name.    

    

As expected - Liang.    

    

Nan Xingchuan frowned. He did not know when this rebellious little girl knew Xie Suo.    

    

And what nonsense did she leave behind? What boyfriend? What marriage?    

    

It was fine as long as she had all these in her head all day long. Even if she wrote a message, she would still beat people up.    

    

Nanxing Chuan picked up the pen on the table speechlessly and directly flipped to the last page.    

    

Although he did not know who Xie ___ wanted to leave this page with, it was not important anymore.    

    

Nanxing Chuan had never thought that he would be so childish one day. He wanted to write his name down in this message book.    

    

He did not know what kind of mentality he had.    

    

Perhaps it was because he would soon be far away from Xie Jingzhen, away from this clean and warm little girl.    

    

The time he spent with her was surprisingly reassuring.    

    

So, even if he knew that they were not the same person, he hoped that he could leave something behind in her world.    

    

Even though it was just a few lines of words.    

    

When Xie Jingzhen came out with the hot milk, Nanxing Chuan handed the cup back to her.    

    

"Drink the milk and sleep early."    

    

Before Xie Jingxuan could react, Nanxing Chuan had already walked out and closed the door.    

    

She was a little stunned. She thought that her "plan" had not even had time to take a sip, and the atmosphere that had just been laid out had not come in handy yet. Why did he leave?    

    

Xie Jingzhen was a little depressed. She put the milk on the table and just as she was about to clean up the test papers, she realized that her message book had unknowingly been placed in the middle of the table from the right stack of books.    

    

She was stunned for a few seconds before she suddenly had some uncertain fantasies.    

    

Could it be...    

    

Xie Jingzhen immediately opened the message book and flipped to the last page without thinking.    

    

When she saw the words on the page, she couldn't believe it at first glance.    

    

Xie Jingzhen even used her hand to flip through it again to confirm that it was really the last page before continuing to read.    

    

"- - - 'Dream what you want, go where you want to go, and become the person you want to be.'"    

    

After repeating these words repeatedly, Xie Jingzhen was finally satisfied.    

    

What she wanted him to do, he had already done it in advance before she could say anything.    

    

Xie Jingzhen slightly curled her lips.