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!Ye Zi'an was silent for a while, and then smiled, "Grandpa Ling is worried, I'm just playing?"

Without waiting for the old man to speak, he took another sentence, "You can rest assured that I will marry her. If there are no accidents, she will be Mrs. Ye in this life."

"If you don't love her, I won't agree to marry our family Momo to you."

Ye Zi'an raised his eyebrows, "Grandpa Ling thinks I'm not good enough?"

"I know that your family is very prominent, and Momo can marry you so you can live and eat without worry." Grandpa Ling said with emotion, "but what Momo needs is not this, what she needs is love."

As if lost in memory, the old man’s tone was a little heavy, "Momo didn’t meet a pair of good parents, which made her suffer a lot since she was a child. I want to use your means. You have probably investigated it too. ."

“She’s been more sensible than many children since she was a child. She keeps everything in her heart and never talks to others no matter how hard she is. She is very conscious of death, and is very attached to the feelings and people she recognizes. She looks very strong, but in reality She is more vulnerable than anyone else. She has no emotional experience, and the only person she likes is Xiang Heng. Although I don't know what happened between you and Momo, you can't give her the home she wants."

"My child, I beg you, if you can't be a man who loves her wholeheartedly, please let her go."

Ye Zi listened quietly, dark lines slowly circulating in the depths of his black eyes.

He did not speak, but suddenly remembered what Ling Qianmo had said.

——The marriage I want is different from what you want.The marriage I want is everything, including your love.

Ye Zi'an put down the phone and opened the door to the other side.

In the bedroom, Ling Qianmo was still sorting out the clothes, carefully folding them one by one, putting them in the suitcase, neatly.

Seeing him coming in, he smiled at him, "Why are you here? Didn't you mean..."

The man suddenly pressed over, pinched her waist tightly with his big hand, and the kiss fell instantly.

He kissed very hard, as if his reason was controlled by lust, and while kissing, his hands hurriedly tore at her clothes.

"Ye, Ye Zi'an, what's wrong with you..."

The woman's words were intermittent, and reached Ye Zi'an's ears, broken, sensational, confusing and ambiguous.

He hooked her tongue and fell heavily on the bed with people.

The man put his arms on her sides, condescending, "In the supermarket, you don't call me that."

In the supermarket?

The memory slowly returned, and Ling Qianmo's face became hot little by little.

At that time, because of the environment and the atmosphere, she couldn't help it, so...

"You don't..."

The man didn't give her a chance to talk at all, and kissed her while setting fire to her.

In fact, they didn't spend much time together, but he still easily controlled all the sensitive parts of her body, and clusters of flames were ignited, which quickly burned Ling Qianmo's sanity.

At the end of the memory, the orchid-shaped chandelier in the bedroom swayed back and forth above his head.

The thrill of extinction was like ocean waves, which drowned her in waves.

***

Ling Qianmo can't remember how it ended in the end.

It seemed that every time, she was fainted directly under him.

Looking at the sleeping woman next to her, Ye Zi'an's eyes were as cold as water.

I didn't want to toss like this when she was injured, but for some reason, she lost control for a while.

Is it because of Grandpa Ling's sentence "Do you like that boy named Xiang Heng", or because of the sentence "Please let her go".

The woman lying quietly in her arms has exquisite facial features, and her long eyelashes almost fan a person.The brows were gentle, but what he remembered most clearly was when she was stubborn.

Grandpa Ling said that she was used to putting hardship in her heart, and she was stronger than anyone, but actually weaker than anyone.

So he remembered the chaotic night when she first saw her. She woke up, clearly desperate for losing the most precious thing, but calmly told him that she would not be responsible for him.

It seemed that he didn't know when, such a face was carved into his heart.

The eyebrows are clear, as long as you close your eyes, you can clearly show them in front of your eyes.

Seemingly uncomfortable by his arm, the woman murmured a little, then rubbed in his arms, found a more comfortable position, and continued to sleep soundly.

Ye Zi'an kissed her eyes, took her into her arms, and closed her eyes with a contented smile.

A nap until dawn.

When he woke up in the morning and found that he was actually sleeping in his room, Ling Qianmo was in a daze for two seconds before reacting.

Last night a certain man acted as if he hadn't eaten meat for three years and almost swallowed her alive.

Ye Zi'an was not there, she stood up, found a long shirt from the closet, put a set on her, and walked out of the room.

The door of the study was open, Ling Qianmo leaned in and saw the man leaning on the bookshelf, flipping through the books on it.

Seeing her appear, he smiled softly, "I woke up."

"My study is not as good as yours, and there are not as many books as yours. What's so good about it."

Indeed, there are not many books in her library. Most of them are professional books on fashion design, as well as some literary masterpieces and novels he has read.

There is a small book shelf with several sketchbooks neatly stacked.

Ye Zi'an reached out and put a book in his hand, and read it carefully, "Are these all the clothes you designed?"

It can be seen that she likes designing clothes very much. Although the painting style above is relatively immature, it is very aura.

If she takes the path of fashion design, she will definitely achieve greater achievements than she has now.

"Well, when I was in college, I did nothing to paint." Ling Qianmo was a little embarrassed when the clumsy was turned over.

Ye Zi'an took it very seriously, page by page, book by book.

When his fingers finally reached the last book with a light pink cover, Ling Qianmo's head was suddenly stunned.

"Ye Zi'an." She yelled in horror, rushing in without thinking, and reached out to grab it.

As a result, I couldn't hold it firmly for a while, and the album fell to the ground. On the opened page, there was a pencil sketch.

The boy with short hair, holding a book, sat quietly under the willow tree.

The picture is quiet and beautiful, even in black and white colors, it seems to be able to see the colorful mood at that time.

Ling Qianmo hurriedly stretched out his hand to pick it up, and reached out a hand faster, snatching the picture album from the ground.

"No!" Ling Qianmo bit her lip and looked at him, almost pleadingly, "Ye Zi'an, this is my privacy, you, you can't just look at it casually."

However, the man's slender fingers have slowly turned the inner pages.

The thick picture album is different from the previous diversified costumes, it is all people.

Man, the same man!

Short black hair, handsome face, cold temperament, and indifferent eyes.

Every page in it is painted with Xiang Heng!