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!Where the reporters were willing to let it go, a few reporters subconsciously blocked the door, not wanting him to just leave.

Xiang Heng had a very slow smile at the beginning, and his cold expression suddenly smiled, giving people a horrible illusion, "It seems that these people are determined to see your jokes."

It turns out that Ye Zi'an's name is not so easy to use.

Ye Zi'an's gaze swept across the scene indifferently, and he couldn't help but sink a little while he didn't see the person he was looking for, "How about shallow?"

The intimate name made Xiang Heng's eyes dim.

"In the bathroom, she took a lot of drugs, and I let her soak in cold water sober."

The extraordinarily innocent tone was exchanged for Ye Zi'an's icy stare.

Xiang Heng spread his hands and didn't soak the cold water. Could he let him solve it for her.

Then I guess Ye Zi'an killed him in minutes!

"Mr. Ye, Ling Qianmo is here to meet her lover privately while you talk about business and don't go home. Are you not angry at all?"

Some reporters were angry and said something boldly.

Ye Zi'an stopped walking towards the bathroom, turned his head, raised his eyelids slightly, and his dark dark eyes were frighteningly dark, "You said she came to meet her lover?"

"Yeah, what else did she do when she came to such a place at night? She hides sneakily and refuses to see people, it must be a ghost in her heart." The reporter said with a certainty.

Under the not-so-bright light, Xiang Heng looked at the expressionless man so faintly.

From his perspective, you can see that his fingers slid in the belt of his suit tremble slightly.

Obviously irritated!

In the bathroom, there was a faint sound of water, followed by a very low and depressed cry.

Although it wasn't obvious, Ye Zi'an heard it all at once.

The man stepped on his long legs and went straight into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the drenched woman sat on the ground, clutching her ankle and inhaling carefully.

The black hair dampened by water was wet against his face, and water drops dropped along the tips of the hair, sliding a small stream of water on the flawless white jade skin.

Perhaps it was because of the sound of footsteps, Ling Qianmo raised his head, his face was a little pale, and the blood had stopped where his lips were bitten, leaving a dark red blood scab, which was particularly dazzling in the radiant white. .

A pair of big eyes are black and white, and there are water drops on the eyelashes. When I can see who is coming, the depressed grievances from the fundus of the eyes flow out little by little, and finally vent into burning tears, which roll down from the eye sockets.

The woman's voice was soft and trembling, afraid, and cautiously, "Zi'an..."

Just two words immediately softened his cold heart.

The questions that had been flooded in my heart disappeared. The man stretched out his hand and pulled the towel next to him, walked over to wrap her up carefully, and hugged him sideways.

After coming out, he didn't go back to the living room, but went straight into the bedroom.

While wiping her, he took the phone and dialed the phone, "Send a set of ladies' clothes to Sexmonnl6011 immediately."

I hung up the phone, looked at her bloodless lips, stroked her fingers pityingly, and lightly tapped the blood scab, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Ling Qianmo's eyes began to mist again, "Why did you come, why did you come?"

Suppressing the questioning of fear and resentment, the gentle tone made people feel distressed inexplicably.

Ye Zi'an only felt that a heart was almost soft and turned into water, and he wiped his fingers from the wound with pity, "Sorry, I'm late."

It was clearly not his fault, but he could still apologize so softly, so that the grievance and fear in Ling Qianmo's heart increased exponentially, and eventually he couldn't help it, crying and threw himself in his arms, holding the man's waist and sobbing out sound.

The man feels distressed, and the woman's low tearing cry is like needles, which are densely pierced in his heart.

It wasn't until someone knocked on the door that Ling Qianmo was shocked from the grievance. This is not their home, but in a fragrant club room. He hurriedly withdrew from the man's arms, turned back and wiped tears.

Ye Zian glanced at the woman's thin and thin back, got up and opened the door. Standing outside the door was Assistant Lin, who was injured and carried a bag.

Seeing him coming out, he glanced inward across the crack of the door and said, "President, the reporter outside the door has been sent off by me, and Mr. Xiang has also left. But before Mr. Xiang leaves, let me give this to the president."

With that, handed over a business card.

Ye Zi'an stretched out his hand to take it, only glanced at it, and his dark and deep eyes immediately narrowed into narrow slits.

Outside the door, Assistant Lin stopped talking a little.

Ye Zi'an raised his eyes, and his stern gaze crossed his face, "Is there anything else?"

"That... let me tell the president a word before I leave," Assistant Lin stretched his head and glanced at Ling Qianmo who was sitting on the bed wiping her hair, before saying, "He said, husbands come to this place to talk about things. It’s no wonder that wives are not at ease, so..."

The following words automatically disappeared in Ye Zi'an's eyes, lowered his head and muttered, "These are not what I said."

"Wait for me downstairs and come down soon." Ye Zi'an glanced at him, his eyes clear and high.

Assistant Lin didn't dare to say anything, and immediately turned and left.

Ye Zi'an retracted his gaze, returned to the room with his pocket, and handed it to Ling Qianmo. His voice consciously softened for several degrees, "Put your clothes on first, don't catch a cold."

"Yeah." Ling Qianmo took the bag into the bathroom, and came out after a while, his body was already clean and fresh.

As for the clothes that were wet before, she threw them all into the trash can in the bathroom.

As long as she thought of the man's greasy breath on that dress, she couldn't help but retching.

It was already in the autumn weather, and after soaking in cold water for a long time, Ling Qianmo's body was cold.

I don't know if the effect of the medicine has not been dissipated, or because of the cold water for too long, she still looks a little trance.

Ye Zi'an took off his suit and put it on her, helping her to leave.

From beginning to end, she didn't ask her why she came here or what happened.

He didn't ask, Ling Qianmo didn't want to mention it anymore, but his body was a little weak, and there was a tingling pain in his ankles. After two steps, the tips of his brows got together.

"What's the matter with the feet?" Ye Zi'an bent over, picked up the person sideways, and asked with a sullen face.

Thinking of why his ankle was sprained, Ling Qianmo shuddered subconsciously, and snuggled against the man's warm chest again, as if he had found a sense of security, then hung his head and whispered, "I accidentally twisted it."

Seeing her look like she didn't want to say anything, Ye Zi'an stopped asking, and went straight downstairs holding her.

Downstairs, Assistant Lin saw them coming out and immediately opened the back seat door.

When I started the car, I looked at Ling Qianmo's unusually pale face through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but said, "President, would you like to ask a doctor to come and have a look? Madam's appearance... looks very bad."

PS: I had a meal with a high school classmate who I haven't seen for a long time and chatted for a long time.After graduating from high school, she didn't go to college and chose to get married directly. It was for love at the time, but now she has turned herself into a grudge.Sometimes I think about it, women really need a career of their own, so that they can rely on themselves.Regardless of whether he is abandoned or not, he can still rely on it after all and not despair.