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 was expressionless, his movements were graceful like a nobleman, holding his chopsticks to eat, "Just think, nothing can't be done."

There is nothing wrong with him saying that, who is Ye Zi'an, even if not in Jiangcheng, few people dare not give him face.

The doubts in my heart only disappeared for a moment. After listening to his explanation, it seemed that everything seemed to be logical, so he curled his lips and stopped talking.

"On New Year's Day, a few days have passed. Then I will wait for your press conference before returning to Jiangcheng." Ye Lao's hair is completely white and very sparse. The gully on his face looks like a flower because of his smile. The warm chrysanthemum blooming in the autumn breeze is exceptionally loving and warm.

After hearing this, Old Ling also said, "Then I will return to Wancheng after that too!"

"Grandpa, why are you leaving?" Ling Qianmo was startled, almost yelling out aloud.

Old Ling nodded with a smile, "I am relieved to see that you are fine, and it's time to go back."

"Grandpa, you don't want to go back, okay, stay with me." Ling Liangsheng took grandpa to Spring City and handed it to Ye Zi'an. He said nicely because he was worried that he could not take care of Grandpa's consolation. In fact, he thought that Grandpa was a burden. Get rid of it early.

If Grandpa goes back, they still don't know how to treat Grandpa.

"Stupid boy, you are married, how can you still live with me." Ling Lao feinted, "Besides, there is no reason why grandpa has been living with his granddaughter."

Ling Qianmo was startled, and looked up at Ye Zi'an, as if asking him if he would mind grandpa living with them.

The woman's gaze was too earnest, and the man had to look up, "Shuan Qian, grandpa naturally has his own decision, why should you force it. The Ling family also contacted me and wanted to come and pick him up. But I think you should I wanted to stay with Grandpa for a while, so I dragged it down."

Seeing her hopeful eyes gradually turned lonely and dim, Ye Zi'an couldn't help but said again, "Shallow, don't you understand? Grandpa can't be with you all the time."

"..." Ling Qianmo was stunned, and immediately smiled with a pale face, and there was a kind of helpless despair in his smile.

No matter how bad-hearted Ling Liangsheng is, his grandfather is always his father. He can be indifferent and unfilial when the door is closed, but he can't put it on the surface.

No one in Wancheng knew that Ling Qianmo was not his own. If Mr. Ling followed Ling Qianmo, what would the people in Wancheng think of Ling Liangsheng?

He wants face so much, so vain and hypocritical, how could such a thing happen.

Ling Qianmo was so depressed that everyone could see it. Ye Lao looked at her uncomfortable and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say, so his mouth opened, and he heard Ling Qianmo put down his chopsticks. Stand up, "Grandpa, eat slowly, I'm done."

After that, turn upstairs.

Ye Lao looked at her leaving back, even though he tried to straighten his back, he could still see the awkwardness and staggering.

"Grandpa, you eat first, I'll go see." Ye Zi'an followed up and went upstairs.

The man pushed the door in, and saw Ling Qianmo sitting on a chair in the study with his legs bent and his knees hugged. The computer in front of him was turned on and the earphones hung on his ears. It seemed that he was watching a movie.

"Mrs. Ye." She stretched her well-knotted fingers and took the earphones away. She heard the man's deep and sweet voice.

Ling Qianmo raised his head and saw the man standing in front of him without knowing when, with a smile in his black eyes, but there was a kind of ethereal shamelessness.

Without changing her face, her eyes fell on the computer screen again, "Why did you come up? No appetite?"

"Why, blame me for not helping you keep Grandpa?"

"No." Ling Qianmo shook his head, perhaps because he felt that this was too perfunctory, so he explained, "You are right, no matter what I do, it is impossible to take Grandpa to live with me."

Although his words were straightforward and hurtful, they were telling the truth, and she had no reason to be angry because of such things.

Ye Zi'an still smiled, "Although you know, you still blame me in your heart, don't you?"

Blame him?

It seems to be a little bit.

He is Ye Zi'an, and Ling Liangsheng dare not say anything if he must leave his grandfather behind.

But he said to respect Grandpa's decision, she didn't know whether he really respected or something else.

"Shallow, what can you say directly, there is no need to be so complacent." Ye Zi'an stretched out her hand to tidy up the hair falling from her ears, hung it behind her ears again, and her fingertips accidentally touched her earlobes. He squeezed, "I promise your grandfather will take care of you, and your appearance will make me feel very frustrated.

"Frustrated?" Ling Qianmo repeated dazedly, how could he use such words.

"My wife is unhappy, but she refuses to tell me why she is unhappy. Isn't it frustrating enough?"

***

After a sudden heavy rain, the cold winter began to become cold.

Since knowing that grandpa will leave after watching the press conference, Ling Qianmo has been subconsciously hoping that this day can arrive later.

However, after all, it arrived.

Early that morning, it was raining lightly, and the conference site was arranged long ago. The staff was busy shuttled back and forth to arrange the media and customers who came to watch the conference.

There are also the person in charge of several large international shopping malls in Spring City. If the new product launch is successful, it may be expected that they will get a settlement contract with these shopping malls.

As the person in charge, Ling Qianmo has to deal with a lot of things. He has been busy going round and round, except for Ye Lao and Ling Lao to say hello to them when they first arrived, there is no time to talk to them.

At half past nine, the press conference officially began.

The brilliant lights came on, and after the host took the stage to give a passionate speech, he announced the official start of the conference.

The light dimmed, and the light near the lower T stage was still on.

Rhythmic music sounded, and a group of well-known models came out wearing their newly designed clothing styles.

Every time the host came out, the voice of the host’s commentary also sounded. The audience watched the show quietly and the media was recording the whole process.

Standing in the background, Ling Qianmo opened a small gap and looked down the stage.

"Director, the person in charge of Shangdu has been laughing, seeming to be very satisfied with our design."

The company gave her a new assistant named Linda, and at this time she said something very excited.

Ling Qianmo glanced in that direction, pursed her lips and shook her head, "His smile is just a polite smile, not a satisfaction. You see his eyes are very picky. When browsing every piece of clothing, he seems to be trying his best. Look for the flaws."

"Really?" Linda murmured, why she couldn't tell.

Ling Qianmo smiled, ignored her, and looked in the direction of Ye Zi'an.