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!When Ye Zi'an returned home, it was already early in the morning.

Except for the lights in the hallway and corridor, the villa was dark.

Ye Zi'an changed his slippers at the door, took off his suit jacket and loosened the tie around his neck when passing through the corridor.

The old man has been in poor health over the years, and this time he suddenly fell ill and was in a critical condition, making the shareholders who had been suppressed by him started to move around.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Ye Zi'an couldn't help but squeezed his eyebrows, his eyebrows and eyes looked tired.

Since coming back, in addition to dealing with a large group of stubborn old men every day, I also have to socialize with various partners, so I am very busy.

And in order to be able to go back to Spring City earlier, he couldn't wait to use it for two days and hardly rested.

But when he thinks of the weak but stubborn woman in Spring City, Ye Zi'an's original cold and stern expression is softer.

Don't know how she is?

Taking out his mobile phone and looking at the missed calls on the screen, Ye Zi'an narrowed his eyes involuntarily.

Raising his hand to call back, the other end rang for a long time before being picked up.

A muffled chuckle came through the microphone with the displeasure of being awakened, "I thought you would love the new and dislike the old so soon?"

Gu Bei scratched his head and sat up, turning on the bedside lamp.He called Ye Zi'an after he got out of the hospital, but unfortunately no one answered.He guessed that he was either busy or he was not interested in Ling Qianmo anymore.However, the possibility of the latter is obviously zero, so he said it only to take the opportunity to ridicule his brother.

"What's the matter?" If it weren't in a hurry, Gu Bei wouldn't have called him so many consecutively.

The fatigue and dullness in his voice made Gu Bei frown slightly, and his fingers on the phone tightened, "Those old men are restless again?"

"I will serve them in one pot sooner or later!" If it weren’t for the fact that they were all old people who had worked hard with his grandfather until now, he would have wanted to kick them out of the company one by one, but these people still respect him. Taking it for granted, thinking that he was afraid of them, "Don't talk about this, how is she?"

"She..." Gu Bei hesitated, did not say, "She is okay, the doctor said that her bones are healing better than expected, and she can be discharged home and recuperate in a few days. But..."

"But what?" The heart that was relieved, raised it again.

Seeing him so nervous, Gu Bei was inexplicably uneasy, but he was quickly suppressed, and said in a daunting manner, "But it seems that when the bones healed, her ankles were itchy. She always couldn't help but scratch and asked me to help her. Buy it and scratch it."

When thinking of him leaving, Ling Qianmo looked at him with a hesitant but embarrassed look. After he repeatedly asked him if he could give her an itchy look, Gu Bei's lips just tolerated it. Constantly rising.

There was even this warmth and tenderness under his eyes that he didn't even know.

"Okay, you can rest." Ye Zi'an cut off the phone, thinking of Ling Qianmo's nonsense, couldn't help but smile.

That woman is really different from the woman under her.

The smile under his eyes gradually dissipated, and the ink-colored eyes were chilly.

What was Gu Bei's sudden interruption? Ye Zi'an didn't think he would call him specifically for such a small matter.

With a light movement, Ye Zi'an called out a number and dialed it out.

"President Guan." After connecting over there, Ye Zi'an opened and closed thin lips, spit out two cold words.

The man who had been disturbed by the dreams and was about to scold him shook his whole body. A Ji Ling woke up completely, his eyes widened in surprise, and he held the phone cautiously, "Ye, Shao Ye..."

The evil star called at midnight, it must be because of Ling Qianmo.Guan Han's eyes couldn't help flickering, with inexplicable panic and fear.

But he is really innocent. What can he do about the decision of the headquarters.

But this master is obviously not someone who can listen to explanations, and the most important thing is...this master is not something he can't afford!

"Ling Qianmo..."

Just when he heard the name, Guan Han almost burst into tears, holding his mobile phone and nodding and bowing his waist to apologize, "Ye Shao, I am really not to blame for this matter. I have tried my best to mediate for her, but the headquarters People are determined to fire her, and I was only ordered to do something. Ye Shao, please let me go, I really have to."

"Huh?!" Ye Zi'an only uttered a single syllable, but with a strong warning.

Guan Han's courage was completely abolished, and he was scared to cry. He almost kowtowed his head at the phone, "Ye Shao, I have the old and the younger, please raise your hand. This matter, this matter is all Blame the person who framed her to take back the deduction, it's really none of my business."

Yes, yes, if someone deliberately framed Ling Qianmo, he would not bear such a good subordinate being expelled.

So Ye Shao, hurry up and find that person to get revenge, don't come to him!

Take back the deduction?Expelled?

Ye Zi'an silently focused on these two points in his heart. The back that was originally leaning on the sofa slowly straightened, his eyes were indifferent, and the fierce and cold breath spread out along his body.

"well!"

Thin lips spit out these two words, Ye Zi'an cut off the phone, leaving Guan Han messy in the wind.

Oh, young master, can you tell me clearly, what is good, what is good, half of it is very torturous.

***

Early the next morning, the sky that had been pretty clear was suddenly covered with clouds. Not long after, the pouring rain began to wash down the streets of Spring City.

Chuncheng, as its name suggests, is a city that is like spring all year round. Even if it rains, it looks like the drizzle on the south side of the Yangtze River. Rainstorms like this are really rare.

On the street, there were people running wildly in the rain, with bags or other things on their heads that could temporarily cover the rain, but they couldn't stand the rain, but they were soaked in an instant and couldn't help cursing.

On a sunny day, who knew it would rain suddenly, so most of the people didn't bring umbrellas, and they would inevitably complain about being soaked.

However, in the heavy rain at this time, a woman wearing a cherry pink dress held a transparent umbrella and slowly moved forward in the rain.

The small face of the woman's palm is pure and soft, with bright teeth and a graceful posture. The long slightly curly hair hangs down her shoulders. The skirt hem rises gracefully with the movement of walking. The sandals with crystal stilettos above are lined up. The ankle Xueyu is cute.

Many people who had run wild in the heavy rain couldn't help but stop and admire the woman's stance.

The corners of Xia Xueying's lips were slightly bent, her drooping eyelashes covered her pride, and she reached out and pushed open the cafe door.

She has always known what kind of posture can attract the attention of others.