The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

When Huo Niannian walked on the red carpet, she felt that her feet were no longer hers.    

    

"What's going on? Even if you want to crawl into my arms, you don't need to be in such a public place, right?" Gu Tingshen's mocking voice came from above her head. Huo Niannian just realized that her entire body was leaning on Gu Tingshen.    

    

She used her hand to support Gu Tingshen's arm and glared at him with resentment. " Try wearing ten centimeters high heels and see if you can walk steadily over. "    

    

Although Huo Niannian was wearing thick heels today, it was still a bit high.    

    

That was why Huo Niannian could not help but drill into Gu Tingshen's arms.    

    

Seeing that she was indeed wearing high heels, a flash of displeasure flashed across Gu Tingshen's eyes. The stylist in the studio could not help but sneeze.    

    

"Oh? So now you're using the name of high heels to throw yourself at me?"    

    

"Gu Tingshen, are you crazy?! Why should I throw myself into your arms? Besides, don't you see what the occasion is? Why would I throw myself at you in such a situation. . . "    

    

Huo Niannian was a little speechless. While they were walking on the red carpet, there were many media outlets outside snapping pictures. The Flashlights almost blinded Huo Niannian's eyes.    

    

It was not easy for them to walk on the red carpet. When Gu Tingshen signed, he forcefully pulled Huo Niannian's hand over.    

    

"What are you doing?"    

    

"Sign. "    

    

Gu Tingshen pulled his suit and took Huo Niannian's hand to write his name on the backboard.    

    

Crack, crack, crack!    

    

The sound of pictures being taken rose and fell!    

    

Soon, Huo Niannian and Gu Tingshen were surrounded.    

    

Huo Niannian unconsciously frowned. She did not like the feeling of being surrounded like this.    

    

"You can just stand here. "    

    

Gu Tingshen seemed to have noticed Huo Niannian's small movements and expression. He looked at the reporters unhappily.    

    

The reporters stood below the stage and handed over microphones to them.    

    

Director Gu, may I ask if your relationship with Madam is as good as what you have shown?!    

    

"May I ask if you are looking at the photos that were spreading like wildfire a few days ago?"    

    

"Mrs. Gu, how are you going to face your husband now?"    

    

Seeing that the topic was getting out of control, Huo Niannian's smile gradually became stiff, and her face also became ugly. A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on her hands. She guessed that they might ask some embarrassing questions, but she did not expect them to be so straightforward!    

    

"Mrs. Gu, Master Young Master Mu will be attending today's banquet as well. May I ask if you have met in private?"    

    

"That's enough. "    

    

Suddenly, a cold voice interrupted them. Gu Tingshen's eyes were filled with coldness. His gaze swept across everyone present. "Have you guys asked enough?"    

    

"This. . . "    

    

"Director Gu, can you forgive Huo Niannian so easily? "    

    

A young reporter from an unknown media company suddenly pointed the microphone at Gu Tingshen. The atmosphere instantly froze.    

    

Gu Tingshen's eyes seemed to contain ten thousand years of frost.    

    

"This is our husband and wife's matter. Why are you so interested in our family matter?" Gu Tingshen's voice was very cold, as if it came from hell. As he spoke, Gu Tingshen had already held Huo Niannian's hand and held her fingers together in front of the media.    

    

His movements were very slow, as if he was announcing his sovereignty. "Are you satisfied with such an answer?"