The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

Shen Guanlin sneaked a peek at Ding Ruirui as she went upstairs. He put down the computer in his hand and picked up the scarf that she had just woven.    

    

When Aunt came back with tea, she saw Shen Guanlin weaving rapidly.    

    

"Sir. . . "    

    

"I knit pretty well," Shen Guanlin said.    

    

Ding Ruirui had only knitted seven or eight lines, but Shen Guanlin had grown a lot after a while.    

    

He had learned so quickly just by looking at her from time to time.    

    

Aunt looked at Shen Guanlin in shock and placed the teacup on the table. She did not know what to say.    

    

Ding Ruirui went for about ten minutes and did not find the blue book Shen Guanlin mentioned in the study.    

    

According to Shen Guanlin, she did not find the blue booklet even after looking for the desk drawer and bookshelf. In the end, she found that it had fallen into the gap between the cabinets.    

    

There was the sound of the door opening and closing in the study room on the second floor. Shen Guanlin immediately returned to his original state. His fingers slid across the tablet and he started working seriously.    

    

Aunt, who was tying her hair, was stunned when she saw this. She had never seen Sir act so funny before.    

    

"Is it this?"    

    

Ding Ruirui went downstairs and handed the blue booklet that she found with great difficulty to Shen Guanlin.    

    

Shen Guanlin pretended to look at it and almost just skimmed through it. He nodded and said, "Yes. "    

    

"Huh? This scarf. . . Did Aunt knit it for me again?"    

    

"No, it's. . . " Aunt looked at Shen Guanlin and changed her words after Shen Guanlin winked at her.    

    

"Yes. . . Did you weave it yourself?"    

    

"Did I weave it for so long?" Ding Ruirui looked at the long scarf and was very confused. However, since she gave birth to the child, she had forgotten a lot. Maybe she remembered wrongly.    

    

She did not doubt it anymore and continued weaving. After a few minutes, Shen Guanlin asked her to take the things again.    

    

"Did you see a few brochures when you went to the study?"    

    

"It seems to be in the cabinet. "    

    

Ding Ruirui lowered her head to weave the sweater and did not think too much. Aunt saw it clearly and suddenly covered her stomach. "Why is my stomach hurting a little?"    

    

Then she went straight to the washroom.    

    

Aunt knew that the teacher was about to take advantage of Ding Ruirui's time to secretly weave a scarf. If Ding Ruirui sent her to the study to get things, it would delay the teacher's business.    

    

"Aunt. . . Forget it, you go and help me take it. There are a total of seven books. It might not be put together. Search carefully. "    

    

Ding Ruirui did not have any temper on this kind of small matter. It did not matter if he let her take the things. She put down the work of her subordinates and went upstairs.    

    

But when she went downstairs again and looked at the Weibo, it seemed to have grown again. . .    

    

"Aunt?" Ding Ruirui looked towards the direction of the bathroom and saw that Aunt had not come out yet. It could not be Aunt. Who could it be?    

    

Ding Ruirui might be slower after giving birth than before. But she was definitely not stupid.    

    

She pursed her lips and looked at the tablet that Shen Guanlin had been flipping and the books that he had asked her to bring over but had not been flipped. Ding Ruirui seemed to have understood something.    

    

"I did not eat much in the morning. I want to make a few egg tarts. Do you want to eat them?"    

    

"Sure. " Shen Guanlin casually agreed. He picked up the album that Ding Ruirui had just brought over and took two photos before putting them back. It did not seem to have much use.    

    

Ding Ruirui nodded. This time, without waiting for Shen Guanlin to instruct her, she took the initiative to find something to do. Before going to the kitchen, Ding Ruirui picked up the scarf and looked at it. She muttered to herself, "I can't believe I knit it so quickly. "    

    

Shen Guanlin pretended to be calm. His gaze had always been on his work, but his attention was all on the side.    

    

Ding Ruirui went to the kitchen, but Shen Guanlin did not look up until the kitchen door was closed.