The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

It was as if Gu Tingshen was watching everything from the outside.    

The little boy in the dream had always been alone. Every time, he would look enviously at Gu Yufei, who was being held in Yin Jie's arms.    

What Gu Changqing gave him was always a cold face and cold words.    

"So weak. How can he be worthy of being my Gu Changqing's son?"    

"Why is it only 99 points? Do everything in the best possible way!"    

"That's enough. The company still has matters to attend to. We'll let assistant participate in the parent meeting."    

"I still have a business to discuss later. Let the driver pick you up."    

...    

Disappointment and numbness came again and again.    

Gu Tingshen looked at the twelve-year-old boy and stood in front of the empty podium.    

No one congratulated him.    

In his dream, he suddenly smashed the trophy.    

Bang!    

Gu Tingshen suddenly opened his eyes.    

What entered his eyes was Huo Niannian's worried face.    

She wiped the sweat from his forehead. Her eyes were clean and clear, dispelling all the haze in his heart.    

Seeing that he had woken up, he heaved a sigh of relief. "Gu Tingshen, did you have a nightmare?"    

Seeing that he did not speak, she gently patted his shoulder and comforted him. "Dreams are the opposite. The more bad the dream, the more it means that good things will happen in the real world."    

Gu Tingshen stared at her for a moment and held her tightly with his arm.    

He hugged her so tightly that Huo Niannian almost could not breathe. She frowned slightly and did not struggle. She only let him hold her.    

She leaned against his chest and supported his still beating heart to continue comforting him. "Gu Tingshen, are you alright?"    

Gu Tingshen closed his eyes and calmed himself down.    

His five fingers passed through her soft hair and gently grabbed the back of her head. He planted a kiss on her smooth forehead. "Yes, I just had a dream."    

Seeing that he had finally recovered, Huo Niannian let out a sigh of relief. "It's good that you are fine. Dreams are all fake. Don't think too much. I am here."    

"Okay, let's continue sleeping."    

Gu Tingshen realized that he had lost control of himself and slightly withdrew his strength.    

Huo Niannian found a comfortable position and quickly fell asleep in his arms.    

When Gu Tingshen closed his eyes, the scenes in his dreams appeared in his mind one after another. It was as if someone had pressed and played it repeatedly, and he could not stop it no matter what.    

Looking at the sleeping girl in his arms, he gently let go of her. He rubbed his eyebrows and lifted the blanket to get off the bed.    

He took his coat and quietly turned off the light in the bedroom before he left the room.    

The night was even deeper, and the wind in the yard was chilly. The sky above his head was so dark that it seemed to have been splashed with ink. Only a few stars could be seen.    

The street lights fell into the yard diagonally, hitting his tall shadow on the ground. The leaves spiraled down, adding an indescribable loneliness.    

Gu Tingshen leaned against the fake mountain and took out a cigarette from his pocket. He held the flame in his hand and lit it up. As he breathed, the blue-gray smoke slowly dispersed in all directions.    

The little sheep came out of nowhere and ran to his feet, rubbing against his calf and bleating.    

Gu Tingshen looked down and extinguished the cigarette. He bent down and gently touched its head.    

After a while, he remembered the scene of the two little radishes playing with the little goat. The worry between his brows gradually dissipated, and his deep eyes were filled with gentleness.    

Gu Tingshen relaxed his emotions, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips.    

The things in the past would no longer happen.    

He took out his phone and dialed a number. "Help me keep an eye on Yin Jie and Lady Shen. I want to know if they are in contact with each other in the past."