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!Ling Qianmo's eyes moved, but they did not open.

This indifference made the man standing next to the bed more angry and irritated. He stretched out his hand to pull the person up, and violently pulled the needle in her hand. The woman couldn't help hissing, the needle returned blood, and the hand was almost covered. The child is swollen.

The woman's face was pale, her frowning eyebrows were pointed, her body still had the moisture from the rain and the strong smell of alcohol, her big black and white eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor, looking at him, there was no grievance or accusation, but nothing was seen. Ups and downs and ripples.

The two were deadlocked, and the atmosphere in the ward was frighteningly gloomy for a while.

Assistant Lin saw that the needle ran away and immediately turned around and called the nurse to come over.

After the nurse came, Ye Zi'an let go and stepped aside so that she could get the needle again.

However, when the nurse took out the needle and was about to change his hand, Ling Qianmo avoided it.

She sat up, opened the quilt and got out of bed, "I'm fine, I want to go home."

"Ling Qianmo." Ye Zi'an's anger came out again, and grabbed her wrist. "If you feel unwell, see a doctor. What is hypocritical at this time. It is better to say that Xiang Heng is gone, you don't have to Do you look sick again?"

Ling Qianmo's brows were tightly clenched together, he took a deep look at him, and then smiled swiftly, "You are right, no one feels distressed anyway, why should I do it again."

Facing her cold-eyed eyes, Ye Zi'an's string that had been tensed instantly broke.

Unbearably brought her back, pressed it in his arms and kissed it.

Assistant Lin gave the nurse a quick wink, and the two of them withdrew from the ward. It's better not to add fuel to the fire at this time, and let the president calm down first.

The man felt like a fire burned in his heart, and Ling Qianmo's desperate struggle was like a bucket of oil poured on the fire, making the man's movements more rude and ruthless.

Her tongue was numb from being sucked, Ling Qianmo almost instinctively resisted, the physical discomfort coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, made her emotions explode to the climax at this time, almost kicking and kicking, still can't get rid of it. Cruel, bit his tongue directly.

With great force, he almost bit off his tongue directly.

Ye Zi'an retreated in pain, Ling Qianmo immediately struggled to roll off the other side of the bed, shook his body, and fell to the ground with a plop.

The man frowned, and the tingling on his tongue made him feel irritable, but when he saw her fall, he instinctively wanted to help.

Who knows that the woman on the ground just moved, like a frightened rabbit, stepped back several steps, looking at him warily, "Don't come over."

The fear and rejection in her eyes were too obvious. The anger in the man's heart was almost infinitely magnified. He irritably unbuttoned his collar, his eyes locked tightly on her face, "Come here."

"No..." Ling Qianmo refused subconsciously, "Ye Zi'an, I am uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, I don't want to do it, at least not now."

There was a fire in the man's eyes. She understood, so she didn't dare to say too much when she refused.

Who knows that Ye Zi'an's face is getting ugly.

What does she think he is, a stallion that can estrus anytime, anywhere?

Or do they have nothing to do besides going to bed?

"I'll say it again, come here."

"I don't want it!" Ling Qianmo's stubborn temper came up too, watching him shout hoarsely, "Aren't you going to find your old friend, why are you coming back? Why are you bullying me so arrogantly? Gale You can go to your ex-girlfriend in the heavy rain. I am drunk and the ex-boy is friendly and sent me to the hospital? Ye Zi'an, you are not God. You must decide by all rules. If I don’t pass, I just don’t pass. I am annoyed when I see you now. If you want to be in estrus, go find your old friend, find your tender model, anyway, you are the prince of Jiangcheng, and most of the women are willing to serve you, I..."

boom!

The woman backed up while yelling because of her excitement. As a result, she accidentally tripped over the chair placed aside and fell to the ground again.

Ye Zi'an's pupils shrank suddenly, irritated and distressed, and rushed to pick up the person on the bed before she ran away, only to find that the woman's face was almost transparent.

Damn, she was so uncomfortable already, she couldn't rest easy.

"Ling Qianmo." The man's hands pressed her shoulders and locked her firmly on the bed.

The woman was taken aback, her mouth pouted, and she looked at him in a particularly aggrieved manner, "What are you doing so loudly, I am not deaf."

"You..." Ye Zi'an felt helpless, and his tone fell. "You can't rest assured?"

In a word, she touched the tight nerve of the woman again, and screamed again, "Why am I restless? I was restless when I was drunk and sent to the hospital by a man? What about you, the front heel model opened in the private room. Having sex, kissing on the street with the beautiful girl on the back foot, the thunderstorm and the rain have to worry about your old friend, Ye Zi'an, have you been so restless, have I said a bit? Can you be fair."

Because of the shadows she left when she was a child, Xia Xueying was afraid of thunder and rain. In severe cases, she could even faint by herself.

Thinking of this, Ling Qianmo's whole body was not well, and the struggle became more obvious.

The man's eyes were squinted. When would he have sex with someone, when would he kiss someone in the street, and when would he go to find an old friend who didn't know where he was?

"Do you want to be fair?" Ye Zi'an sneered. "The implication is that you won't stop me from spending time outside, and I shouldn't prevent you from rekindling your ex-boyfriend?"

Ling Qianmo pursed her lips, and after a long while, she muffled and said, "You have to understand it this way, you can."

"Heh." There was an almost cold sneer between his lips, and the man leaned close to her and vomited slowly in her ear, "Do you think Xiang Heng really cares about a pair of worn shoes?"

Ling Qianmo's face turned pale, almost transparent, biting her lip without speaking.

"He just couldn't find his first love, thinking of you as a spare tire. Just like before."

The man's words were cold and merciless, with a decisive taste, tearing away the scars in her heart.

However, Ling Qianmo only looked at him calmly, and then slowly uttered a word after a long time, "What about you?"

"Ok?"

"What am I to you?"

The man did not speak, but looked at her fixedly.

Ling Qianmo closed her eyes and opened them again, looking at him calmly, "Since you don't love me and you just want me to be a qualified Mrs. Ye, why bother if I miss my ex-boyfriend?"

"So, you plan to maintain this mentality for the rest of your life?"

The sentence that was caught off guard, after she understood it, became a ruthless hand in her heart, which was heartbroken.