The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

After guessing that it was Nanxing Chuan, she took out her phone and sent a message to him: "You are also at the Midnight Hotel?"    

After sending the message, she looked at the screen in a daze.    

Although she deleted his contact details, she had already memorized this number.    

Not long after, the screen lit up and Nanxing Chuan replied with a short word: "No."    

He was denying it, but the more Nan Xingchuan denied it, the more Xie Jingzhen felt that it was him.    

Xie Jingxuan did not want to be entangled with him in such an unclear manner. She wanted to know what he was thinking, so she had an idea in her heart.    

She talked to An Tong and took her phone to the second floor beside her. She specially walked towards the direction where there were many people.    

Xie Jingzhen sent a message on the stairs next to her. "Is that so? Someone helped me settle the dispute in the restaurant today and even sent me food."    

She went straight to the second floor. The guests who came and went toasted and exchanged cups. It was bustling with noise and excitement.    

Suddenly, someone rushed past. With a bang, the other party dropped a black wallet, but he did not notice it at all.    

Xie Jingzhen squatted down, picked up the wallet, and shouted at the other party, "Your things dropped."    

While waiting for Nanxing Chuan to reply, Xie Jingzhen held the wallet and typed in the dialog box with her right hand, "He seems to be a good person. Now that I have met him, do you think I should leave a communication method for him?"    

After sending the message, Xie Jingxuan pressed the button on the screen and no longer looked at her phone. Her white fingers pinched the black wallet, patiently waiting for the other party to walk over and take back his things.    

The other party was a man with glasses and looked refined. He took it and said, "Thank you, thank you."    

"You're welcome. Check if there's anything missing."    

Seeing the passerby walk over, Xie Jingzhen moved towards the second floor's railing. The other party also walked over.    

The other party opened the wallet and saw that his ID card, a few bills, and his bank card were all there. He let out a sigh of relief and looked up. Xie Jingzhen was looking at him with a smile. It was quiet and beautiful.    

Xie Jingzhen was wearing a white knitted shirt, high waist jeans, long hair reaching to her waist. Hair kept falling in front of her forehead. She reached out and pulled it to the back of her ear.    

It was casual and moving.    

It was a kind of charm that was between purity and beauty.    

The other party's breathing started to become disordered. It was obvious that he was tempted.    

"Thank you for that. Do you want me to buy you a drink?" The other party said with a smile.    

It wasn't that she didn't know what this signal meant.    

It meant that she wanted to become friends and get to know more about it.    

Xie Jingzhen's brows curved. Just as she was about to open her mouth to agree, a familiar smell of tobacco came over. Someone grabbed her arm, and a rather oppressive shadow enveloped her.    

She didn't even need to look to know that it was Nanxing Chuan.    

Xie Jingzhen understood Nanxing Chuan too well. He wasn't good at expressing himself, so no one could understand his thoughts.    

But sometimes, if he forced him, this person would show some sincerity for you to see.    

Xie Jingzhen guessed that he was in the restaurant, but did not show his face. He just pretended to be embarrassed with someone else and came out.    

Xie Jingzhen did this because he wanted to ask for clarification.    

The man stood beside her. Xie Jingzhen used her nails to grab his arm without batting an eyelid. She used a lot of force, wanting to push him away.    

A few bright red nails immediately appeared on her tight little arm. However, Nanxing Chuan acted as if nothing had happened. He received it without saying a word and nodded at the man in front of him. A magnetic voice sounded. "Sorry, she was drunk."    

The man could only nod his head and a disappointed look flashed across his face before he finally left.    

After he left, Nanxing Chuan let go of her and Xie Jingzhen lowered her head to tidy her clothes.    

Nan Xingchuan's lower ebony line was tightened. A pair of pitch-black eyes nailed her to the ground as he slowly asked:    

"Is it fun?"    

Xie Suo leaned against the railing and looked straight at him. There was a trace of tiredness in his eyes. "I should be the one to ask you this question."    

"Nanxing Chuan, you are really hard to understand. What are you doing now?"    

There was a strand of hair stuck in the buttons of the sewing shirt Xie Jingxuan was wearing. She could not smooth it no matter how hard she tried, and she felt a little irritated.    

Nanxing Chuan leaned over and freed his hands. His knuckles were clearly pointed at his chest. His long fingers hooked his hair and it was rescued in a short while.    

The two of them were very close to each other. The lights around them were dim.    

The surroundings were very noisy. The sound of wine glasses colliding and the sound of conversation could be heard very clearly.    

Xie Jingzhen looked at the tall and straight man in front of her who was seriously helping her with her hair. The man who had been silent all this while suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. "Forget it."