The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

It was already late at night when Gu Tingshen and Huo Niannian returned. Huo Niannian made a call to Yan Yan to confirm that there were no problems with the company. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief.    

    

Gu Tingshen watched her call Yan Yan as soon as she entered the room, totally not putting Hubby in her eyes. He felt a little depressed.    

    

"Are you done?"    

    

"Yes. . "    

    

Huo Niannian hung up the phone and noticed Gu Tingshen following behind her. He was even carrying a wedding dress in his hand.    

    

She felt a little embarrassed, so she walked over and took the wedding dress from Gu Tingshen.    

    

"What's wrong? Do you remember me now? I thought your studio was the only thing in your mind. "    

    

"No. . . "    

    

Huo Niannian stuck out her tongue and reached out to pull Gu Tingshen's sleeve in a fawning manner. She looked at him coquettishly.    

    

Huo Niannian was petite to begin with. Her skin was as white as porcelain, but her eyes were especially cute when they blinked. Just by staring at you like that, you could not bear to reject her.    

    

Gu Tingshen's heart was already beginning to feel like a cat's paw was tickling him, but he stubbornly looked at Huo Niannian.    

    

"Are you acting spoiled?"    

    

"Yes. Don't you like me acting like a spoiled child? Hubby ~ I really didn't do it on purpose just now. The studio has just been established, and now is the most important period. Of course, I have to pay attention to it. Besides, didn't you invest in it as well? I can't possibly let your investment go down the drain, right? "    

    

" Heh! "    

    

Of course, Gu Tingshen knew that this was only Huo Niannian's excuse.    

    

As a Hubby, it would be strange if Gu Tingshen could be happy when his wife ignored him so much.    

    

However, Huo Niannian kept staring at him like that. Gu Tingshen really. . . Could not be cruel.    

    

"Hubby, don't be angry, okay? Shall we go up and rest? Didn't you say you were going to prepare a wedding for me? I really want to know what it looks like. . . "    

    

. . . " "    

    

Huo Niannian's voice was soft, and Gu Tingshen immediately felt weak.    

    

What else could his wife do?    

    

He could just pamper her.    

    

. . .    

    

"Marry?!"    

    

When Shen Guanlin heard Gu Tingshen's words, the corner of his mouth twitched.    

    

The room was very spacious, and all the young girls were called away by Gu Tingshen.    

    

Shen Guanlin helplessly sat on the sofa and said, "Are you alright? Do you think that you and Huo Niannian have not made enough headlines? I heard that Old Master isn't very satisfied with you, his wife. Besides, you've been married for such a long time. What kind of wedding is this?"    

    

Shen Guanlin said casually.    

    

Actually, Shen Guanlin did not really like Huo Niannian from the beginning, especially. . .    

    

Huo Niannian. There were so many rumors about her.    

    

As Gu Tingshen's good brother, Shen Guanlin had the same thought as Old Master Gu in this regard. He thought that Gu Tingshen would put all of his attention on Huo Niannian. It was not a good thing.    

    

"Shen Guanlin. "    

    

Gu Tingshen was a little unhappy.    

    

Since he liked Huo Niannian, he naturally hoped that his good brother would also respect Huo Niannian.    

    

"What? Alright, alright. Since you want to give her a wedding, I can't stop you! No. . . After all, it's your wedding, not me. "    

    

Shen Guanlin couldn't help but complain in a low voice.    

    

Who would dare to interfere in the matters of Gu Tingshen?    

    

Even if he had been friends with Gu Tingshen for so many years, he wouldn't dare. . .    

    

Shen Guanlin looked at Gu Tingshen and his thoughts suddenly drifted away.    

    

That night, he had indeed had a great time playing. When he woke up the next day, he had already forgotten about the matter. But now, he couldn't help but think of it. . .