The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

Ding Ruirui placed a pillow behind her. She placed her long legs on the soft double bed.    

    

Perhaps it was because she was young. Even though she had been pregnant for such a long time, Ding Ruirui was still alive and kicking. Not to mention that she did not have any pregnancy reaction, she was still very agile now.    

    

She picked up the phone and looked at it.    

    

Occasionally, Shen Guanlin would also send a message to her, but Ding Ruirui basically did not reply much.    

    

She held it in at home every day. She was either watching TV or playing with her phone. Now, she was almost bored to death.    

    

After thinking for a while, Ding Ruirui typed in a few words to check.    

    

Why did a girl always make the food that boys liked to eat?    

    

"Why is she asking about this kind of topic? My mother said that a woman should first grab onto a man's stomach if she wants to grab onto a man's heart. You can taste it yourself. "    

    

"Do you need to say that? It must be because she likes that man. . . "    

    

Ding Ruirui looked at the comments below and ground her teeth.    

    

So, Little Chrysanthemum likes Shen Guanlin?    

    

When she heard the sound downstairs, Ding Ruirui sat on the bed, scratching her heart. She really could not sit still and simply got up to open the door. She stood on the second floor and looked down.    

    

Below was a spacious living room. Ding Ruirui saw Little Ju run over from the kitchen happily. She wiped her hands and enthusiastically took the briefcase and suit from Shen Guanlin's hands.    

    

"Sir, you are back. I have worked hard today. I have prepared the dishes. We can eat later. "    

    

"Okay. "    

    

The smile on Chrysanthemum's face was as bright as the flowers in spring. Shen Guanlin unbutton the buttons on his chest, turned around, and went to sit on the sofa.    

    

Little Chrysanthemum looked at Shen Guanlin's back shyly, smiled, and then went to the kitchen to cook.    

    

This. . .    

    

A husband has feelings for a concubine?!    

    

If Ding Ruirui could not tell that Little Ju liked Shen Guanlin, then she would be blind!    

    

However, why did she feel like her things were being coveted by others?    

    

She felt a slight pain in her chest. Ding Ruirui knocked on her chest and thought for a while. She still decided to go downstairs to relieve her boredom. Just as she went downstairs, Shen Guanlin heard footsteps.    

    

"Are you willing to come down today?"    

    

Once Shen Guanlin came back these few days, Ding Ruirui immediately ran into the room as if he was some kind of virus. As long as she took a look, Ding Ruirui would feel uncomfortable.    

    

Today was the first time she took the initiative to come down.    

    

"You are not the only one in the living room. If I want to come down, I will come down. It has nothing to do with you!"    

    

"Huh, it's not mine? Which part of the food and clothes you're wearing right now isn't mine?" Shen Guanlin had long legs and leaned leisurely on the sofa. Two buttons on his shirt were opened, revealing his strong and fair chest, which made people drool a little.    

    

Rogue!    

    

There were still outsiders at home, and they were exposed just like that.    

    

Ding Ruirui silently cursed in her heart, but she still sat on the sofa and casually took out an orange to eat.    

    

Shen Guanlin glanced at her. "You're not arguing about leaving today?"    

    

"Will you give way if I want to leave?" Ding Ruirui snorted and glanced at Shen Guanlin. "Just you wait. One day, if I can escape, the first thing I will do when I go out is to report you!"    

    

"Okay, I will wait. "    

    

Shen Guanlin's nonchalant attitude made Ding Ruirui very angry. When she saw Little Chrysanthemum shyly looking over, she angrily threw the orange peel into the trash can.    

    

What was there to like about a scum!    

    

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