The Beauty of Trial Marriage

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update for a hundred days of trial marriage: the latest chapters from my husband!Gu Bei looked at the woman who suddenly emerged from the opposite door, in a light yellow bat-sleeve sweater, beige casual trousers, sandals of the same color, and long dark hair hanging softly on his shoulders.

A face without powder, but surprisingly delicate, as clean as a blooming orchid, exuding a charming and elegant atmosphere.

A pair of dark and clear apricot eyes opened round, frowning, and the gaze that fell on his friend was a little concerned.The most important thing is her tone just now, as skilled as a long-known friend.

Gu Bei quickly thought about it, Ye Zi'an's friends in Chuncheng were the only men and Shu Hang besides him. This woman...

The peach-blossom eyes that were raised up flashed with two eyes, Gu Bei immediately raised a smile, "Sorry, Mr. Ye is drunk, I sent him back, did it bother you?"

The strange man in front of him had guilt in his tone, but his eyes really made Ling Qianmo a little uncomfortable.

Shaking her head, she stepped out of the room and stood in front of the two people, "Why did he drink so much? Is it because of work?"

"Mr. Ye doesn't seem to be in a good mood," the man explained, and then asked in confusion, "Are you... friends?"

Ling Qianmo nodded and said, "Are you his colleague or..."

"Great, since you are friends, please take care of him, I will leave if I have something to do."

With that, he couldn't help but throw Ye Zi'an into her hand, then turned and left.

"Eh..." Ling Qianmo hurriedly caught her, and the man's tall body pressed against her, causing her to stagger in an instant.

If he didn't support the wall in time, he would fall down.

"Ye Zi'an? Ye Zi'an?" Ling Qianmo called twice. The man lowered his head, full of alcohol, and ignored her.

Drunk like this, I don't know how much I drank.

Thinking of the person who said he was in a bad mood just now, the original small dissatisfaction turned into a guilty conscience.He is in a bad mood, is it because of her?

Little hand fumbled around him for a while, finally found the door card in the inner pocket of his jacket, swiped it open and pushed the door in, carefully supporting his tall body and approached the bedroom.

Seeing that victory was in sight, he was about to walk to the bed, and he didn't know whose foot was tripping up. The sudden weightlessness made Ling Qianmo pounce forward and fell heavily on the bed.Before he had time to sit up, he was pushed down by the tall figure.

After panting for a long time before regaining his energy, he pushed hard to push away the person who was pressing on him, Ling Qianmo sat up, took off his shoes, and after playing around, pulled the quilt to cover him.

The man slept extremely restlessly, it seemed that he was uncomfortable after drinking too much, and his brows frowned into a deep chuan character.

Ling Qianmo stood there and watched for a while, sighed, and started rolling up his sleeves unhurriedly, preparing to go downstairs to make him a bowl of sober tea.

Just take it, apologize for today's recklessness.

After the sober tea was cooked, the man hadn't changed his sleeping position.

"Ye Zi'an? Ye Zi'an?" Ling Qianmo walked to the bed, put down the bowl and pushed him.

The man grunted impatiently.

She pushed him twice, "Get up and drink some sober tea, or you will have a headache tomorrow."

The man's closed eyes opened slightly, as if he hadn't seen the person standing in front of him clearly, a touch of impatience flashed across his eyes, the lines of his face became cold and stiff, his brows deepened with Sichuan characters, and there was no gentleness at all. Her eyes fell on Ling Qianmo, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"Ye... Ye Zi'an..."

Ling Qianmo had never seen such a terrifying look in his eyes, and was a little frightened.

In the next second, the coldness on the man's face disappeared cleanly, and even the misty eyes were instantly clear, and he reached out and rubbed his forehead, "It's you?!"

It's not me, who else can it be?

Ling Qianmo lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and passed the sober tea to him, "Drink it, I will feel better tomorrow."

Seeing the sober tea handed to him, Ye Zi'an squinted his eyes, smiled with thin lips, took the bowl and snorted, "Are you not going to seek justice for your ex-boyfriend?"

She looks so aggrieved, shouldn't she wish him to have a headache tomorrow morning?!

This man is really stingy, can't he be gentlemanly?

I complained in my heart, but apologized with kindness, "Sorry, I shouldn't doubt you."

"So, I want to get rid of me by making a bowl of sober tea?" Does he have that cheap?

Ling Qianmo raised his eyes to look at him, "Then what do you want?"

The man squinted at her for a while, and suddenly he said, "I'm hungry!"

Ling Qianmo pursed her mouth and was a little dissatisfied. What do you always want to make in the middle of the night?!

"Bring me a bowl of noodles!" Ye Zi'an drank the sober tea with his head up, stuffed the bowl into her arms, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Ling Qianmo shook his fist at his back, after all he accepted his fate and went downstairs to cook noodles for him.

When she came out of the kitchen with her face in front of her, she didn't see Ye Zi'an's people.There was a loud shout, and a response came from the bedroom.

Ling Qianmo's heartbeat slowed down, and still walked into the bedroom with the bowl.

The light was still on in the bathroom, and the sound of water could be heard faintly.

In the bedroom near the window is a single sofa, in front of which is a round glass table.Ling Qianmo walked over and sat on the sofa, dragging his chin worriedly and watching the steaming face in front of him gradually congealed.

Ye Zi'an came out wrapped in a bath towel when the noodles were almost battered.

Ling Qianmo frowned and complained, "What you have washed for so long, the dough has gone muddy."

He raised his eyes and bumped into the man's naked upper body, blushing instantly and staggering his eyes, biting his lips in annoyance, "You... why don't you wear clothes."

He only wore a bath towel, short hair dripping with water, running down his naked chest, slid across his evenly muscled chest, beautiful abdominal muscles, and then the mermaid line, which fell under the bath towel.

Ling Qianmo felt that his face was so burned that he could almost fry eggs!

Ye Zi'an lowered his eyes and glanced at himself, everything that should be covered was covered, what's wrong.

Go over and look at the noodles on the round table.White noodles, green onion, simple content.

Ling Qianmo glanced at him and said muffledly, "It's early morning now, it's too late to do too well, you will just eat. It's all gone."

"It's just a bowl of noodles, it's worth your unhappy?" Seeing her puffed up look, she thought it was a bowl of delicacies from mountains and seas.

Ling Qianmo looked away and said nothing.

Ye Zi'an didn't say anything any more, and sat down vigorously and started eating noodles, as if the previous drunkenness was just an illusion.

A few minutes later, he put down his chopsticks, and Ling Qianmo handed over a paper towel in due course.

"You are so behaved suddenly, why do I feel that abnormality is a demon?"