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 man's eyes turned into sharp swords in an instant, as if he was about to delay her.

Ling Qianmo bit her lip and lowered her head, not looking at him. "Wedding ceremony is just a form. Anyway, we are already a couple in the legal sense. It doesn't matter if this form is needed or not, right?!"

Although it was a rhetorical question, it was said in a statement tone.

The man's face became more and more ugly.

"So, the ex-boyfriend in the private meeting in the middle of the night made you rekindle your old relationship, don't want to make it public?"

He talked about it over and over again, and Ling Qianmo had cultivated a forbearance temperament and felt a little uncontrollable, clenched and loosened his fists, took a deep breath and suddenly raised his head, " Heng is my first love and it has been my lingering eight years. If you really care about his existence, you can part ways with me."

"Ye Zi'an, don't forget, it was you who said that I am in line with your Mrs. Ye. The choice is yours. Is it interesting for you to blindly entangle the past?"

What's more, why did she appear there, didn't he really think about it?!

"So, you are divorcing me now for him?"

Ling Qianmo looked at the man's non-emotional face, his repressed annoyance and struggle bit by bit were eaten away by his indifferent attitude.

After a long time, he nodded his head slowly, his voice was barely audible, "Can you?"

"What do you think?"

Ling Qianmo lowered her head. In fact, she should have known it a long time ago.

If this man can let go easily, maybe they won't be where they are today.

Sometimes she really didn't understand Ye Zi'an, and obviously didn't love it, but his performance made her misunderstood.

She was really scared, she was falling bit by bit, in the end, how should she deal with herself.

Ling Qianmo stopped talking, deliberately or unintentionally poked his chopsticks at the dishes in front of him, seeming carelessly, but in reality he was helpless everywhere.

"What the hell are you doing?" The opposite voice suddenly came over, and the man threw the chopsticks on the table with a snap, "Didn't Xia Yuwei's apology satisfy you? Or did I not catch the guy who almost raped you? Are you at your disposal?"

Ling Qianmo lowered her eyelashes, and the corners of her lips twitched slightly.

Look, how ironic and absurd, his husband doesn't even know why she is angry.

It's probably because I didn't love, so I never thought about it carefully.

Raising her head, the woman’s face has a gentle and clean smile, “I want a one-shoulder design for the wedding dress, without fishtails and lace, and the style should be as clean and simple as possible. Don’t use diamonds for the ring. If one day I wear a pigeon egg to attract a robber, I can't beat it."

Her tone was brisk, and there was no trace of displeasure on her face.

However, the topic turned stiff, how could the man not notice her emotions?

But looking at the smile on her face, she endured her temper after all, "Yeah."

After dinner, the final decision was to find someone to design the wedding dress and ring, and leave it to Ye Zi'an to arrange.

Having nothing to do, Ling Qianmo was about to turn around and go home and try to submit his resume online.

A hand reached out and slammed the car door she had just opened.

What followed was that the waist was pinched, and the body was forced to turn around, and the man's domineering kiss was so suppressed.

A deep French kiss for a few minutes, in full view of the crowds on the side of the road.

Ling Qianmo's face burned badly, and the anger in his heart was obviously stronger than Ye Dashao's expression on Ming's face. He pushed him away and wiped his lips and shouted, "Ye Zian, what are you doing?"

The action of the woman wiping his lips made the man's eyes dark, and a handsome face fell cold, "Why, I don't want to have a wedding, now I don't even want to kiss?!"

Ling Qianmo tightened her lips tightly, pinched her fingertips with her fingers hanging down her side, and finally compromised, "No, people come and go, the influence is not good."

Her tone was very light, but with a forbearing perfunctory, the man made a low sneer.

"I'm really afraid that the influence will not be good, so you still put on a face of a bitter woman who was strengthened."

Said she complained about her face.

Oh, then why did she become a resentful woman, Ye Gongzi really doesn't know.

A big smile burst on Ling Qianmo's face, but there was a sarcastic coolness, "Do you know why Xia Yuwei urged me to find you?"

"She doesn't give up. She wants to provoke the discord and break you, so she has a chance to take the position." Ye Zi'an's eyes also showed a faint mockery.

"Then do you know how many women want to climb into your bed?"

"I said, you are more suitable for Mrs. Ye's identity than those women who are greedy for my money." Ye Zi'an's tone was impatient, "I said, you will always be Mrs. Ye. Except for this, What else do you want to hear?"

What else does she want to hear?!

Ling Qianmo’s smile was pale and cold, and she spread out her hands helplessly, "Look, you are actually very smart, and you can see everything at a glance. But when we get along day and night, why am I happy and angry? Understand?"

Or it's not that I don't understand, but I just don't want to think about it.

Ye Zi's heart shook, looking at her calm and indifferent face, there was clearly no grievance or tears, but he could detect her emotional despair.

The kind of unspeakable, unclear way, mixed with helplessness and sadness, despair that cannot be desired.

Ling Qianmo took a deep look at him, then turned and got into the car, "Assistant Lin, please send me back, I'm a little tired."

The people waiting outside looked at Ye Zi'an carefully, and realized that they shouldn't be watching the boss's jokes at this time, so they got into the driver's seat and started the car.

This time, Ye Zi'an did not stop.

Ling Qianmo's words cast a stone in his heart, causing unrest ripples.

When I got home, I wanted to fall asleep, but he was exhausted and awake. Ling Qianmo rolled around, his brows curled up, but he couldn't sleep.

Reluctantly, he just turned over and got up, opened the mailbox and prepared to cast a resume.

Maybe she is too idle to make trouble because of her death clutching these trivial things.

What if he goes to that place, what if he smells of other women's perfume, what can it explain?

Even if it is explained, what can she do?

Log in to the mailbox, and there is an unread mail lying in the inbox.

Ling Qianmo poked in, and his eyelids jumped fiercely.

boom!

He closed the notebook heavily, and slowly curled up his knees, arching against his heart.

It seems that only this way, the pain will not be so unbearable.

When he was in despair, the phone rang suddenly.

"Hey, Jenny, what's the matter?"

"Sister Ling, is it convenient for you to come to the company?"

"what happened?"

"Um... all the lost expenses of this cocktail party have been calculated, Mr. Ou said..."

"Okay, I get it, I'll come right now!"