The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

Huo Niannian's heart was beating very fast. She had never been as nervous as she was now. The villa in front of her was the same one she had with Gu Tingshen the day before yesterday, but she hadn't seen Old Master Cheng at that time.    

    

"Are you very nervous?"    

    

Nonsense. . .    

    

Huo Niannian wanted to roll her eyes at Gu Tingshen's question. She was so nervous that her palms were full of cold sweat. No matter what, she had to find her origin when there was a chance.    

    

"I. . . I'm a little scared. " This time, she had already regarded Gu Tingshen as her reliance. She was really nervous and told Gu Tingshen without any hesitation. Gu Tingshen thought she would be angry, but she did not expect her to say it out loud.    

    

He immediately smiled and happiness flashed across his handsome face. Then he put his big palm on Huo Niannian's shoulder and pulled her into his arms. His voice was surprisingly gentle and low, like the most pleasant sound of a cellist. "Don't be afraid. I will. . . Protect you. My little wife. Hmm?"    

    

Little wife?!    

    

Huo Niannian glared at him fiercely. Why did she realize that since what happened last night, Gu Tingshen seemed to have changed?    

    

However, as they were talking, the two of them had already walked in. Huo Niannian saw the old man sitting in the living room.    

    

His sideburns had already turned white, and he looked to be in his 70s. He was wearing a Tang suit and looked elegant and luxurious. One look and one could tell that he was full of poetry.    

    

Was her family that kind of person?    

    

Huo Niannian's eyes could not help but warm up. She felt that her hands and feet had been placed on the table. At this moment, Old Master Cheng had also seen them enter. He picked up his glasses from the table and said, "Tingshen, come here. "    

    

The old man's voice sounded old, but it wasn't hard to tell that he had been refined when he was young.    

    

Huo Niannian stood where she was and forgot to react. It was only when Gu Tingshen put his arm around her shoulder and walked forward that Huo Niannian followed him like a zombie. Could her family be Old Master Cheng? She tried to find her own shadow from Old Master Cheng, but to no avail.    

    

"Teacher, why did you call me here this time?" The last time Old Master Cheng called him, he found a time to visit.    

    

Old Master Cheng noticed Huo Niannian this time and felt a familiar intimacy. Surprise flashed across his eyes but quickly recovered. Huo Niannian did not see it.    

    

"This is your wife? It seems that she is really gentle and generous, educated and reasonable. I wonder how old Miss Huo is this year?"    

    

"Twenty-two. "    

    

Huo Niannian sat on the sofa in a hurry. Her palms were full of cold sweat and her nails had sunk deep into her palms. Could Old Master Cheng know who his parents were?    

    

"Professor," Gu Tingshen reminded when he saw Old Master Cheng was stunned. He seemed to have noticed that there was something unusual between the two of them. Did Huo Niannian really have anything to do with the professor?    

    

"Ahem. . . Tingshen, actually, I didn't ask you to come here for anything important. It's just that you also know that my granddaughter Qingyun is close to Fei Fei's child. I heard that you locked Feifei up today. This matter. . . "There was no need to continue speaking. At this point, Gu Tingshen already understood Old Master Cheng's intention.    

    

He just did not expect that this matter would actually startle his teacher.