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!"Mr. Ye means that I should seize the opportunity of that night and wrap you around you and ask you to buy things for me to fulfill all my reasonable and unreasonable requirements. Is this a normal reaction?"

Ling Qianmo's tense nerves were completely broken because of these words.

"I don't want to marry you, I don't want you to be responsible, I don't want to have even the slightest involvement with you. Ye Dashao feels that his inner hand is frustrated and his self-esteem is hurt. After talking a long string of words at once without even having to pause, it can be seen that she was really angry to the extreme. Her always calm and self-sufficient grace and good temper all went to see ghosts at this moment, "Ye Zi'an, who do you think you are, I rely Follow you and follow your requirements in everything you need. When you are upset, you will kill everyone around me. Why do you want me to marry such a man willingly? Waiting for the day I don’t know how to do it. What caused you Young Master Ye to get angry, and then you killed him?!"

"Ye Zi'an, I hate men like you to death. It's obviously not because of love, but you still have to stalker. If you don't get it, you will get angry and get it but don't know how to cherish it. If you like to play so much, go find someone who can afford it. Is it wrong that I can’t afford to play and don’t want to play?

In the quiet ward, a woman's crying roar resounded, as if she wanted to release all the depressed emotions in her heart. She exhausted all her strength.

After roaring, the whole person was like a deflated temper, limp on the white sheets.The dark hair is like seaweed, as if to haunt her into the abyss.

Ye Zi'an was condescending, watching her silently shedding tears, her thin lips tightened, her phoenix eyes narrowed, "You? Who else?"

Ling Qianmo turned his head and rubbed his face on the pillow.

The man obviously couldn't tolerate her neglect. He pinched her face and broke it, his voice groaned, "Say!"

She blinked, her apricot eyes were wet with tears, her thick eyelashes were covered with drops of water, which were clearly pitiful, but she bit her lip stubbornly, "Ye Zi'an, I think your friend has done everything I told you. I may not be the Mrs. Ye you imagined, and I am not as influential as you think. I am not greedy, just because I have not met the right person. Once I meet, I will be better than all Women are more greedy."

"And..." The excitement settled down, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on her face, "I don't have an upright background, and I am definitely not worthy of your status as Master Ye Dasha. What's more, you treat marriage as a transaction. You can talk about anything except feelings. But I'm just a woman who can't be more tacky, and the marriage I want is everything including feelings."

She put the back of her hand on her face, covering all her emotions, but there was still a crystal clear liquid overflowing from under the back of her hand, rolling down her face, soaking the pillow under her.

He didn't hear her crying, but she was even more aggrieved when she was crying silently.

Ling Qianmo really cried very sad. She was not a woman who could hold her heart. Otherwise, she would not lose her heart to Xiang Heng when she first saw him.

Ye Zi'an couldn't control any woman's pampering, let alone her.

But she understood that what he needed was not love, but a wife.It's her, or other women, it makes no difference.

She didn't hope that one day she was dead, only to realize that she was not what he wanted.

Ling Qianmo's tears made Ye Zi'an feel at a loss.

He didn't know how to comfort him, and the burning anger in his heart was extinguished bit by bit under her pitiful grievance.

He didn't expect that she saw everything so clearly.He needs a Mrs. Ye, not a lover.

Indeed, he doesn't need a woman who loves him, only a woman who can stay by his side and play the role of Mrs. Ye.

And it just so happened that Ling Qianmo met all his positioning for Mrs. Ye in his mind.

Beautiful, dignified, gentle and elegant, knowing how to advance and retreat.

"Don't cry!" Even if the woman gritted her teeth, there was still a soft sob, which disturbed the man's heart.

The woman's crying stopped for a while, and then it became louder, she didn't even suppress her depression, and she released her emotions without evasiveness.

Ye Zi'an got a headache, squeezed her eyebrows and opened her hand, looking at her crying red and swollen eyes and messy water marks on her face, he sighed and pulled a few pieces of paper from the cabinet next to him, carefully. Wipe, "I see, I just don't get Lu Jiang."

Ling Qianmo froze for a while, then looked up at him.

She has said so much about feelings, this young master gets only Lu Jiang?

What she is talking about is they, getting married, are these not more important than a Lu Jiang?

There was no gloom on the man's face, and Wen Wen could not see the emotions faintly.When wiping her tears, her fingertips occasionally scratched the skin on her face, causing a shudder.

He seems to be extremely good at doing this kind of thing, with a gentle force.

Seeing her staring at him with round eyes, she felt cute inexplicably.Glancing at the night outside the window, "It's late, go to sleep."

What about him?

As if to see through the woman's thoughts, Ye Zi'an sneered, "I can't take it even if I want to do something with you, such a ghost!" And this is a hospital, he is not hungry enough to eat to the point.

Ling Qianmo obviously didn't believe it. She clearly felt his change when he was pressing on her just now.

"Or, you actually want to do something else?" The man took off his clothes and rushed forward.

Ling Qianmo drew back into the quilt, pulling the quilt from head to toe...Except for the hanging foot, the cover was airtight.

Ye Zi'an only thought it was cute. He stretched out her hand to pull her quilt down a bit, and saw a woman using one of them. I knew you would never let my eyes stare at him so easily. He sighed helplessly and patted her face. Come on, sleep at ease."

After turning off the lights, the room dimmed instantly, except for the corridor lights leaking through the cracks in the door.

Ling Qianmo's heart tightened, but he was relieved to see that the man really did not move.

After a while, she was indeed exhausted, even if she was a little wary in her heart, she couldn't hold back the natural response of her body, and finally fell asleep.

Watching her fall asleep again, Ye Zi'an felt complicated for a while. After pulling the quilt for her, he walked to the side of the sofa and sat down.

The phone screen suddenly turned on, glanced at the call, and then at the woman who was sleeping on the bed, Ye Zi'an smiled inexplicably.

When I switched on the phone, there was a cold voice, almost every word, "Ye Zi'an."