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!It was already a little late when Ling Qianmo got home, and it was dark.

The light was on in the living room, but no one was seen.

Put the bag on the sofa easily, turned around and asked the maid who was cleaning, "Are the old gentlemen and gentlemen away?"

"The old man went out to see a friend, Mr. in his study." The servant poured her a glass of water and handed it to her.

"Then he has eaten?" It was a little far from the agreed place. After seeing Xiang Heng, she went to do some other things, came back quickly, and still missed dinner time.

The servant shook his head.

Is this angry?

The delicate brows frowned, and she looked at the servant and smiled softly, "Then please heat up the food, I will go up and ask him to come down and eat."

Going upstairs, the study was not closed, and light was exposed from the open gap, Ling Qianmo reached out and pushed away and walked in.

After moving, the house was several times bigger, and even the study room with him was also bigger.

Ling Qianmo looked inside and out, but didn't find it. Instead, he found a beautifully packaged box on the desk, which was the jewelry for the girl.

She glanced, did not open, turned around and went to the bedroom again.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, and she didn't move. She sat down on the only lazy couch, took a book in her hand, and looked at it boredly.

When Ye Zi'an came out of the bathroom with all the moisture, he saw the woman quietly sitting on the sofa and reading under the orange light.

Long hair fell from her ears, covering half of her cheek, and she could only see her occasionally blinking eyelashes in a vague manner, and her face was gentle and calm.

Seeing him coming out, I didn't notice it.

Are you reading?Still in a daze?

He walked over, stretched out his hand to catch the person from the sofa, sat down by himself, and then took her to sit on his lap, encircling her waist, the knuckles of the fingers had snatched the book in her hand. "What are you looking at, so fascinated?"

The warm breath brushed behind her ears, causing a shudder.

"It's nothing, I read a novel a long time ago. I think the plot is pretty good, so I just revisit it."

Ye Zian flipped through two pages casually, ten lines at a glance, fresh and elegant text, narrating a warm and romantic love story. He couldn't help but bend his lips, and said casually, "Why, don't you think I am not romantic enough, and remind me to give Do you make surprises?"

At the beginning of the novel, the hero proposes marriage to his beloved girl.

Romantic design, touching vows, and rings that make people heart-wrenching.

Young Master Ye Da thought about it a bit, as if he hadn't given it to him.

She looked back at him, her short black hair was still dripping, falling on her strong chest, an indescribable bewilderment.

Turning his eyes away, Ling Qianmoyun shook his head lightly, "I'm not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, what romance do I want?!"

Romance cannot be eaten as a meal, but it will make people sink into it.

She would rather stay sensible at all times and turn around calmly when possible.

"Then my gift can't be given out."

"Oh?" Ling Qianmo tilted his head, "Did you buy me a gift?"

"Well, in the study, do you want to see it?"

"No, since it's a surprise, I should keep it for the end." Ling Qianmo took a serious look at him, stood up from his lap, and straightened out the hem of the wrinkled skirt. "Qin Ma said you haven't eaten yet. , I asked her to heat up the food, let's go down and eat some."

"hungry?"

Ling Qianmo nodded, with a serious look on his face, with some aggrieved cuteness, "Who asked you to buy a house so far? It's so inconvenient."

She said she was going to come back to have dinner with him, so she came back without eating anything, who knows how to get this time.

"Go eat if you are hungry, and let's go." The man changed into a house suit and took her hand downstairs.

After dinner, Ling Qianmo went to the bathroom to take a shower. After washing, he saw Ye Zi'an coming back from the balcony just after the phone call.

While wiping his hair with a clean towel, he asked, "What's the matter?"

"Bring you a driver, lest you dislike my house is far from convenient."

The hand wiping the hair paused, and then said after a while, "If you don't want to send me to and from get off work, I can take a taxi instead of that..."

"You don't want me to send it to you, Qian Qian?!" The man looked at her with a smile but a smile. During this time, he picked her up and watched her sitting next to him. I rack my brains to make the atmosphere not embarrassing, she is not tired and he is tired when he looks at it.

As if it was a knife, it accurately poked Ling Qianmo's heart, and her pupils shook severely in pain.

***

One morning, without even drawing a design drawing, Ling Qianmo put down the pen a little distractedly, looking at the gloomy sky outside the window.

Today's weather is not good, it can even be said to be a bit bad, dark clouds are heavy and heavy on the top of the head, there is a feeling that a storm is coming.

The man really gave her a car and a dedicated driver. She thought he was joking last night.

Ling Qianmo couldn't figure out what Ye Zi'an thought.

Holding his head in secret for a while, Ling Qianmo picked up the phone and called Ye Zi'an.

"Do you have time at noon? Let's have a meal together."

"How can I have time to eat with my wife."

The place to eat was set near Ling Qianmo's company. Ling Qianmo calculated the time for Ye Zi'an to drive over and went downstairs to fix the location in advance.

Before going downstairs, the phone rang suddenly, and it was an unfamiliar number.

Usually, she just hangs up or ignores such calls.But obviously, this number is especially persistent, after calling it several times, she can only pick it up in the end.

"Hello. Who is this?"

"Cancel the wedding and leave Ye Zi'an." There was a hoarse to ear-piercing voice, which was obviously processed.

Ling Qianmo almost laughed out loud, "I dare not reveal the name, even the voice is forged, but let me leave my husband, will you be too whimsical?"

"If you don't want to spend the rest of your life in regret, take the initiative to leave." Although you have processed the voice, you can still hear the natural arrogance in your tone. "

Who the hell is this person? Does he really think that she will definitely leave if he says so casually?

Ling Qianmo entered the elevator, pressed the first floor, and couldn't help but chuckled, "If you want me to leave him, I think you need to give me a heavier reason."

"Your grandpa, does that count?"

The delicate brows rose slightly, "Is this a threat?"

"You can understand that if you don't leave, the consequences are definitely not something you can bear."

Although she also wanted to leave, it was definitely not for this strange and funny reason.

Using her grandfather to threaten her, Ye Shao's peach blossom is really bad enough!