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!Xiang Heng hesitated, "I want to accompany you back to see Grandpa."

He and Ling Qianmo have been together for so many years, and she has mentioned more than once that she hopes that he can go back with her, but he has refused again and again.

Ling Qianmo was stunned.

"I know that you didn't go back for Grandpa's birthday some time ago. You must be very guilty and want to take the time to go back and see the old man. So I thought, if..."

"No need." Ling Qianmo shook his head, "I originally planned to explain the truth to Grandpa when I went back."

Xiang Heng raised his eyes and glanced at her, and Yun said calmly, "You don't need to be nervous, I will accompany you back. There is no other purpose. It's just that I should always give the old man an explanation."

"Really no need." Ling Qianmo still shook his head resolutely, "Between us, no one is sorry for anyone, and no one needs to give an explanation. Everything is voluntary."

"Shallow Mo..."

"It's too late, I'm very tired and want to rest."

Ling Qianmo reached out and opened the door, holding the doorknob and standing beside him, it was obvious to see off the guests.

Xiang Heng came out from the inside, looked at the woman standing in the door grabbing the door frame, and said softly, "What I just said, you can think about it, I'll wait for your call."

"Hmm!" The door was slowly closed in front of him.

Xiang Heng stood in front of the door in a daze for a while, turned around and prepared to go back to the room, his eyes flashed when he saw the person at the end of the corridor, "Why are you here?"

After closing the door, Ling Qianmo took out his phone and took a look.

The screen is clean, or nothing.

Suddenly she felt dull and unspeakable grievances. She smashed the phone on the bed and took the bathrobe and turned to the bathroom to wash.

By the time I came out of the shower, it was already late at night.

Ling Qianmo fell on the bed, with a headscarf on her head, her hair dripping with wet hair.She rubbed the quilt, and she just fell asleep like this.

One night till dawn.

Then, Ling Qianmo found sadly that he had a cold.

When the person in charge of the factory called, Ling Qianmo had a thermometer in his mouth that had been sent by the front desk.

"Director Song, is something wrong?"

"Manager Ling, I have agreed with the leaders of various departments in the factory. Everyone has agreed to have lunch together at noon, you see..."

Ling Qianmo glanced at the number on the thermometer, 39.7, "No problem, you book the place, try to be upscale, I will come directly at noon."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Qianmo shook up, trying to pour herself a glass of water, but only after walking two steps, she fell to the ground top-heavy and slammed her head against the cabinet beside her, making her feel painful. Blackened for a while.

Holding the phone in his hand, the screen was completely dark.

Ling Qianmo's eyes blushed inexplicably, and the depressed acid water bubbling up in her heart, she just shut her down as soon as she gritted her teeth.

Out of sight out of mind.

After slowing down, Ling Qianmo got up from the ground and poured himself a glass of water. After drinking, he lay back on the bed and pulled the quilt to cover himself from head to toe.

In less than a minute, a hand stretched out from the quilt, fumbled for the phone on the bedside table, and pressed the power button.

Then adjust the alarm clock, turn off the sound, and put the phone under the pillow.

Ling Qianmo fell asleep until the alarm clock rang, and then got up in a daze.

When she left the house, she took another temperature test and found that it was higher than before.

Gritting her teeth, she just wanted to get back home quickly after dealing with the matters here, so she splashed her face with cold water in the bathroom to make herself more awake, and then went out.

Director Song had booked the best hotel in Lincheng. When Ling Qianmo arrived, the heads of all departments of the factory had already arrived.

Everyone said hello to get to know each other. There were some new faces she met when she visited the factory yesterday.

These people are all old fried dough sticks. After sitting down, Ling Qianmo asked questions several times, but they were all used to find all kinds of excuses to get around.

Talking about things at the dinner table, without drinking, there is no way to talk.

So Ling Qianmo didn't say anything at all, and asked the waiter to serve a few bottles of white wine, planning to talk about these guys after they got down.

After walking in a circle, Ling Qianmo felt that he was not well.

She had a fever at first, and it was very uncomfortable. Now that she was half a catty of liquor, she seemed to have been ignited, burning her eyes with gold stars.

"Manager Ling, are you okay?" Factory Manager Song is a simple-looking and honest middle-aged man. In fact, when Ling Qianmo came here today, he felt that she seemed uncomfortable. Now I see her whole face pale and bloody. It's all gone, can't help but ask worriedly.

Ling Qianmo gritted his teeth and waved his hands, "No problem, you can hold it up again. This group of people has almost drunk, I will explain your business, are you ready?"

Director Song nodded and took out a voice recorder from his bag.

Ling Qianmo nodded in satisfaction, "Go ahead."

After drinking for another half an hour, he finally got what he wanted to hear from the mouths of these old dough sticks, Ling Qianmo couldn't help it anymore, and forced himself out of the private room.

She was really uncomfortable, and she just wanted to go to the bathroom to wake up with cold water, otherwise she would not be able to make it to the end.

But just walked to the lobby, his eyes fell on a group of people who had just entered the hotel.

Ling Qianmo was startled for a moment, his eyes no longer moving.

This group of people are all in suits and leather shoes, and only one of them is dressed casually and cleanly.But the exquisite fabrics and decent collocation still make men look extraordinary.The big sunglasses on his face blocked the sharp eyes, but Ling Qianmo still felt a forcing chill when he glanced over.

Ling Qianmo's brain buzzed.

Ye Zi'an, why is he here?!

Obviously, the man also saw her.Because just when she just looked over, she clearly felt a look on her.

But in a moment, he moved his eyes away, surrounded by a few people, walked towards the private room, and quickly disappeared in front of her.

From beginning to end, I never looked at her again.

Ling Qianmo felt that his heart suddenly fell from a great height, breaking into one place.

The depressed discomfort burst out at this moment, her body shook involuntarily, her eyes went dark and she fell down.

Before losing consciousness, she seemed to hear someone calling her name in her ear.

She opened her eyes laboriously and took a look. It was not the person she thought, her eyes became lonely involuntarily, and then she slowly closed.

"Qianmo, Qianmo, Ling Qianmo..." Xiang Heng hugged Ling Qianmo, feeling the terrifying temperature on her body, and he became flustered.

At the door of the box a few meters away, a man in casual clothes slowly took off his sunglasses, his gaze fell on the woman he was holding in his arms, his thin lips slowly and slowly lifted a mocking smile.

Xiang Heng didn't care about explaining, turned around holding Ling Qianmo, and strode away.