The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

0But one of them was fascinated by cartoons and saw the key moment jump up on the sofa. She held a glass of fruit juice in her hand and staggered. She did not notice that the glass of fruit juice was full and spilled on Xie Jingzhen's body.    2

    

The orange juice on the white skirt was dripping wet.    

    

The child was also in a panic. The nanny was just about to bring the fruit over. Seeing this, she quickly put down the fruit tray. She quickly took a tissue and handed it to Xie Zhen. She said, "My little ancestor, take a look at what you have done."    

    

Nanxing Chuan heard the noise and walked over. When he saw that Xie Jingzhen's skirt was full of fruit stains, he asked, "What's going on?"    

    

The little girl trembled because of Nanxing Chuan's approach. She said with tears streaming down her face, "I'm sorry, aunt."    

    

Nanxing Chuan frowned and wanted to say something else. Xie Jingzhen looked up at him and stopped him with her eyes. Her other hand touched the little girl's head and her voice was gentle.    

    

"It's okay, but you have to sit well when you watch TV in the future."    

    

"Yes." The little girl sniffled.    

    

Xie Jingzhen lowered her head and continued to wipe her skirt, but it was useless no matter how she wiped. The housekeeper said, "Xie Miss, why don't you go upstairs and change into something? The clothes that her aunt wore before she went abroad were still new."    

    

"Go on, I'll call you when we eat later."    

    

Xie Jingzhen nodded. She followed the nanny to the second floor and entered a second bedroom.    

    

The nanny pulled open the closet and smiled. "Thank you Miss. The clothes on this floor are all new. You can change first. I'll go out first. Call me if you need anything."    

    

"Thank you." Xie Jingzhen said.    

    

After they left, she looked at the room full of clothes and couldn't help but wonder if there were other people in the Nan family. Otherwise, why would they prepare a room full of girls' clothes?    

    

The guests downstairs were about to arrive. Nan Xingchuan looked at the time and decided to call Xie Jingzhen downstairs. He hadn't come down yet.    

    

The first room on the second floor on the left.    

    

Nan Xingchuan stood at the door and knocked on the square room with his finger, making a knocking sound.    

    

Xie Jingzhen was still inside changing her clothes. Most of the clothes in the closet were of a different color. It was not easy for her to pick a simple dress, but she realized that this dress was too difficult to wear.    

    

She thought that it was the nanny, Mrs. Zhang, so she said, "Come in. The door isn't closed."    

    

"With a click, the door was opened. Xie Jingzhen was still struggling with the skirt she was wearing. Today, she was wearing a corset with a cross belt. The black velvet skirt outside was also tied with a buckle. The undergarments were tied together with the skirt. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't undo it.    

    

"Zhang Aunt, can you help me undo it?" Xie Jingzhen's voice sounded a little helpless.    

    

Nan Xingchuan leaned against the door, his pitch-black eyes staring at the girl's back, his breathing gradually becoming hot.    

    

At 11: 30 in the morning, a large amount of light flooded in, landing on her back, creating a kind of transparent suet jade texture, pure and lustful.    

    

She was too thin. The two butterfly bones behind her protruded, and the ridge line in the middle extended downwards. It was blocked by the black silk skirt, alluring and full of fantasies.    

    

Xie Jingzhen was wearing a black silk long dress. The zipper on her back was half pulled, and she pulled the belt backhanded. Her sleeves were loosened and half hung on her arms, and her round and fair shoulders were very eye-catching.    

    

She stepped on the carpet barefooted. Her calves were slender and the black velvet swayed. She looked holy and holy, as if she wanted to be violated.    

    

Nanxing Chuan felt his throat dry up.    

    

He wanted to pull her into his embrace and kiss her hard.    

    

Xie Jingzhen noticed a period of silence behind her. Just as she was about to turn around, a familiar smell of tobacco drifted over.    

    

Nan Xingchuan's hand was holding her shoulder belt. His fingertips would occasionally touch the skin on her back. It was cold and bone-piercing. These obvious sensory stimuli made her heart tremble.    

    

"Nan Uncle?" Xie Jingzhen was stunned. She wanted to turn around and push Nan Xingchuan away, but she suddenly remembered her current situation and subconsciously used her hands to block it.    

    

"Get out!" Xie Jingzhen's face turned red, totally not expecting this kind of thing to happen.    

    

Nanxing Chuan did not move.    

    

A pair of grey eyes tightly locked onto her. Her hands, which were untying her skirt, paused. She lifted her eyes and pulled tightly. Xie Jingzhen fell backwards and her back immediately stuck to his chest.    

    

"Where did the problem of changing clothes and not closing the door come from? If it was someone else who came in..." Nanxing Chuan's tone paused. He lowered his voice and leaned over. Hot air brushed by her ear, "Aren't you afraid?"    

    

When he leaned over, Xie Jingzhen's ear felt itchy and numb. She leaned sideways to avoid it.    

    

She wanted to push him out, but she could not push him at all.