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!The soft voice was just a simple question, and then quickly changed his shoes and came in, put down the bag and went to the bedroom. After a while, he came out of the bedroom with a clean veil on his hand.

The man's eyes kept falling on her, watching her series of movements.

Of course Ling Qianmo knew that he was looking at her, but his expression did not change in the slightest. He just walked to the man, tiptoes to his hands, and wiped his wet hair with a towel.

This posture may be difficult, and the woman couldn't help pouting and complaining, "It's very tiring to be so tall and wipe a hair."

Perhaps her voice was too soft, or her expression was too cute, and the man couldn't help but chuckle.

Then stretched out and pulled her hand down and held it in the palm.

"What are you doing?" She dragged, she couldn't help staring at him without dragging.

The man did not speak, dragged her into the bedroom, then sat on the edge of the bed by himself, let go of her hand, and turned his back to her.

Ling Qianmo froze for a moment, because he complained, so he dragged himself in specially, and then sat down, so that she can wipe it?

Suddenly I felt that this man was also inexplicably cute.

After wiping her hair, Ling Qianmo took out her pajamas from the closet and prepared to take a bath in the bathroom.

As soon as he turned around, the man grabbed his wrist and said, "Did you go to see Haruko?"

"Yeah." Ling Qianmo looked back at him, his big eyes clear, "I want to ask her for help."

"what's up?"

It was nothing shameful, and she didn't intend to hide it.

So I turned to the living room and got my phone back and called up the photos I had received. "Someone sent me these anonymously. I think someone may be following you secretly, so let her help pay attention."

Pausing for a while, the tone became lower, "And I also want to hear her talk about it, whether these are social gatherings, or are they really your pink confidantes hiding outside."

"You can ask me directly." Ye Zi'an glanced at the photos on the screen, knowing the basics.

So she quarreled with him these past two days because of this photo.

Ling Qianmo quickly raised her eyes and glanced at him, muttering in a low voice, "How can a man tell the truth about this kind of thing."

Her cute little appearance pleased the man to a great extent and softened his cold eyebrows.

Reached out and squeezed her face, "It's getting late, go take a bath and rest."

This concludes the conversation without explanation.

When Ling Qianmo turned to enter the bathroom, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Talking to him, she has always spent a lot of attention, more tired than usual.

But since that day, there seems to be a big change between them.After that, whether the man is working overtime or socializing, he will call her to tell her.

Occasionally come back later.Or if there is no way to come back, it will definitely explain why.

Ling Qianmo felt that their relationship had gradually become a normal couple.

After a few days of such calm, she finally ushered in the company's thank you reception.

Because it was celebrated with the anniversary of the establishment of the company, the reception was very grand and grand.

In addition to the company's partners, Spring City's famous figures are also invited.

However, the night before the reception, Ling Qianmo suddenly became nervous.

She couldn't tell why. It was clear that this kind of reception was not the first time it was organized, and the scene had been confirmed again and again, so she was still a little worried.

But Ye Zi'an wasn't there yet, she didn't even have a speaker.

In order to relieve his pressure, Ling Qianmo simply took a petal bath.

After soaking, he stuffed himself into the lazy couch in the living room, poured a glass of red wine on the table next to him, held a book, read and drank while waiting for Ye Zi'an to return.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Ye Zi'an hadn't returned yet, and there was not a single call.

Ling Qianmo's heart became irritable again inexplicably, and couldn't enter a word of what was written in the book.

It wasn't until the doorway came out that the door opened, and the heart that had been hanging down didn't let go.

The man pushed the door in, and Wen Dan's face flashed a little surprise when he saw her, and then said quietly, "It's cold at night, why don't you go to the room to see?"

Ling Qianmo smiled and looked up, looking at the man’s clear and three-dimensional features, his eyes bent into the shape of a crescent, "I'm waiting for you!"

During this period of time, she would say a few words like this from time to time, which always made the man smile.

However, today, the man's face is still a bit heavy.

She looked at him, the high-class pure white silk shirt was ironed meticulously, her indifferent black eyes were a bit tired, the black suit trousers were quite ironed without a trace of wrinkles, and the whole person was born with nobleness and alienation.

Ling Qianmo suddenly had an illusion that the warmth of the past few days seemed to be just a dream she had had.

She lowered her head, not daring to look in his eyes again, "Aren't you happy? Then I won't disturb you, I'll go to sleep...ah..."

The tall shadow pressed over, and when she wanted to look up, the man suddenly leaned over and picked her up from the sofa.

Ling Qianmo grabbed his collar in a little panic, and the book in his hand naturally fell on the ground.

"Ye Zi'an, what are you doing?"

"Go to the bedroom!" Just because she hadn't been obedient just now, went into the bedroom immediately?!

Ling Qianmo frowned slightly, "What's the matter with you?"

She lost her temper for this reason, and she didn't feel that his unreasonable troubles had reached this point.

"The bedroom is so big, there is no place for you to read?"

The man's brow furrowed more fiercely, and his tone sank.

Ling Qianmo didn't move anymore and let him hold him into the bedroom.Arms cleverly circled his neck, and his big apricot eyes looked at him from time to time, as if to see clearly why he was angry.

Being placed on the soft big bed, Ling Qianmo did not let go. He still circled him so much. As he was about to speak, the man's hand stretched out, grabbed her arm and tugged, forcing her to let go.

Turned around, took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

Didn't look at her the whole time!

Ling Qianmo clutched his aching arm and sat on the big bed in a daze, wondering why his sudden coldness was caused?

In the past few days, she has tried her best to please, following the steps Mu Haruko said, and practicing little by little.

Obviously the effect is very good, but why suddenly it changed?

Twenty minutes later, the man came out of the bathroom, Ling Qianmo still maintained the same posture just now, without moving.

However, Ye Zi'an still didn't look at her. After drying her hair, she lay down and turned off the light on his side. Then...nothing happened!

Ling Qianmo was so blank, trying to reach out to touch him, fingers stretched out, feeling a little melancholy.

When I finally had enough courage, just one second before the finger was about to touch the opponent, the man's low and dull voice sounded, with a trace of impatience, "What do you want to make if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?!"