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!After lunch, Ling Qianmo returned to the company to continue working.

At the end of the year, the design company was completely idle, and there was not much she could do.

In addition to signing a few documents, that is, biting the pen and staring at the computer in a daze.

It wasn't until the phone rang and the man on the other end asked her whether she was off work, she realized that it was half past five.

"Not yet, there is something to do, maybe I will be back later."

"Okay, about what time is it?" The man's voice couldn't tell whether he was angry.

"I'm not sure now, is there something?"

"It's okay, call me when you are finished." He cut off immediately.

Ling Qianmo held the phone in silence for a while, and reached out to turn on the computer that had been turned off again.

Although there is nothing to do, you can watch a movie or something.

For more than two hours of the movie, she was a little absent-minded and didn't see much plot at the end. She just glanced at the time again, thinking that he probably had dinner after returning home by this time, so she turned off the computer to pack up and leave.

What she didn't expect was that as soon as she got out of the elevator, she saw the black car parked at the door, the low-key and luxurious Bentley Shangmu, which attracted a lot of attention.

Before approaching, she could smell the smoke from the open car window, which made her frown.

Ye Zi'an actually smokes!

Ling Qianmo walked over, pulled the car door and sat in the co-pilot. When he lowered his head and fastened the seat belt, he said lightly, "Why are you here?"

If she knew he was downstairs, she...

"Be your full-time driver." As the man said, he flicked the cigarette butt into the trash can not far away, then started the car, and said, quite self-deprecatingly, "but you don't seem to be rare."

Otherwise, I wouldn't find such a clumsy excuse to drag it down until now.

The atmosphere in the car fell silent for a while, cold wind poured in from the open car window, Ling Qianmo shivered subconsciously, just as he was about to reach out to close the car window, he saw the window glass slowly rising, and looked sideways. The man drove without squinting, as if he had never cared about her situation.

"How are you thinking about what I'm talking about?" Ling Qianmo turned his head and looked out the window. It was extremely dark in the deep winter. At this time, the street lights had already been on for some time, and the neon lights on the street would be bright. This city is too flashy.

But perhaps because of the severe winter, not many people go out at night, so the streets look particularly deserted.

She heard the man hum from his nose, and then said in a colder tone than her, "I have also told you clearly about this matter. I have no plans to replace Mrs. Ye, let alone change myself. Get married."

Ling Qianmo pursed her lips, her face tightened, "You said at the beginning that we were trying to get married and we could separate if we felt it was inappropriate. Isn't Ye Shao going to turn back?"

"Why not?" Ye Zi'an didn't even look at her, and his attitude naturally downplayed, "There is no rule, and what you say must be followed."

"You..." How could this person be so rascal.

Ye Zi'an's gaze is still on the front, and even chuckles because of her speechlessness, but that smile sounds like a mockery, "Trust me, Qian Qian, Xiang Heng can't be your support. He doesn't have the capital. ."

"He didn't, you did?" The same, slightly mocking tone.

The handsome profile of the man instantly turned cold, and there was an extremely heavy hostility in his silent appearance.

Ling Qianmo didn't realize it, and continued to look at him with a chuckle, "If Ye Shao is really as confident as you have shown, you shouldn't check Xiang Heng's bottom. Love or not, it will not be because of his money. Little money means great power. Things that concern the heart are not controlled by humans. I can't, let alone you."

squeak!

There was a rapid brake sound, and Ling Qianmo was thrown forward by the inertia belt, and then pulled back by the safety belt.

"Ye Zi'an, what are you crazy?!"

Ye Zi'an looked sideways and looked at her pale face because of the fright. He sneered and said, "Qian Qian, you must behave in front of me with deep feelings about that man?"

"Even if it wasn't him, there would be others." Ling Qianmo looked down at the front, and occasionally a vehicle passed by, the driver could not help but glance at them curiously, "Ye Zi'an, if you don't love me, don't stop me from going. Find someone who loves me."

The man fixedly looked at her gentle and indifferent face, and suddenly his voice was dumb, "Is it true that I promised to try my best to fall in love with you, so you won't bother with me anymore, and stop thinking about divorcing me?"

Hard work?!

This word made Ling Qianmo want to laugh inexplicably.

A man who needs hard work to fall in love, even not sure if he can fall in love, refuses to divorce her.

Is he perverted?!

***

The Spring Festival holiday is coming in a blink of an eye.

The air ticket Ling Qianmo booked was for the day before the holiday, at noon, and it was too late to get up in the morning to pack up.

Although she didn't need to get up early, she was still called by the seven o'clock biological clock.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the man sitting on the side of the bed slowly buttoning his shirt, hesitating whether to tell him or not, and then remembered that the two had quarreled over the plane ticket. He should have remembered it, so he chose to be silent. Get up and get out of bed to go to the bathroom to wash.

As he passed by, his arm was grabbed by the man, and then there was a round of spinning, and a strong masculine atmosphere enveloped him.

Because it was morning, the man's distinctive characteristics made Ling Qianmo stiff.

"Ye Zi'an, what are you doing?" She was a little flustered and wanted to push him. During this time, the relationship between the two people was not very good, and there were intimate behaviors, but not frequently. Sometimes she would be obvious when he pestered each other. Angry and repulsive, men will basically compromise at the last minute.

But his current posture clearly shows that he must eat his mouth regardless of whether she agrees or not.

The man's head was already buried in the softness of her chest, his fingers slipped into her pajamas silently, wandering freely.

"You, you let me go, Ye Zi'an, what are you in love early in the morning!"

Only when her words fell, the man in front of her chest raised her head, with a little innocent light in his dark eyes, "Shuan Qian, you... it will be broken!"

After realizing what he was referring to, Ling Qianmo only felt a puff of blood rushing to the top of his head, his cheeks flushed.

The dense kisses of the man had already landed on her skin. Ling Qianmo wanted to hide, but couldn't avoid it. The man raised her repelling hands above her head, and the ambiguous nasal sound rang in her ears, "Qian Qian, I want you , I want it now."

The deep intimacy, whispers like a lover.

"Maybe this time, it will be the last time..."

Ling Qianmo was dizzy with the man's words one after another.

What did he mean, did he agree?