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!Returning home from the company, he was the only one in the huge manor house, which was extremely empty.

Before he went to Wancheng, he gave the servant a vacation.

He changed his shoes and went into the living room, went straight upstairs, opened the bedroom door, and a cool air rushed over his face.

Ye Zi'an stood at the door stunned, took out his mobile phone and dialed Ling Qianmo again.

Still no one answered.

The man's face became more and more gloomy in the dark, and his black eyes were filled with cold light.

There was an unfolded book on the small table next to the sofa in the bedroom. Ye Zi'an seemed to be able to see Ling Qianmo sitting on the sofa with his eyebrows down and turning the pages of the book.

Hearing the movement, she raised her head and glanced up, and then a soft smile bloomed on her lips and said, "You are back..."

But in fact, there is nothing.

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Ling Qianmo was about to use her phone to check the time, only to find that the phone could not be found.

She found the downstairs upstairs, the study from the bedroom, and even the grass in the backyard.

Why did I lose it? I obviously called last night.

"Momo, what are you looking for?" When she was rummaging in the kitchen, Fu Yu came in, "Are you hungry? Would you like me to cook something for you? The servant took leave today, you think What to eat, let me cook it for you."

"No, I'm not hungry." She wasn't looking for food at all, but she didn't plan to tell them about the lost phone.

No need!

"Mom, what do you care about this bitch? She deserves to starve to death." She couldn't do it with a hot face against her cold ass.

"Xinxin, how do you speak, Momo is your sister." Fu Yu scolded, but the tone was not harsh, and the look in her eyes was just looking at a disobedient child, helplessly spoiled again.

Ling Qianxin gave Ling Qianmo a blank look, "Okay, mom, let's go out. Didn't you make an appointment with Aunt Jiang for lunch? Time is running out."

"Oh, yes, let's go quickly." Fu Yu reacted and raised his foot to leave, "Momo, or you go with us?"

Before Ling Qianmo could refuse, she heard Ling Qianxin take the lead in surprise, "Mom, let you leave her alone, she is so high-minded, how could it be rare to go out with us."

"Xinxin..."

Lifting her lips mockingly, Ling Qianmo said indifferently, "She's right, I'm really not rare, drop the price!"

"You..." Ling Qianxin changed her face and wanted to pounce on her to teach her, but she was held back by Fu Yu, and said with a smile on her face, "Well, there are ingredients in the refrigerator, you can get something to eat if you are hungry. Right."

Coming out of the kitchen, Ling Qianmo sat on the sofa in the living room, frowning and thinking about where he went yesterday and where the phone might have fallen.

I accidentally saw today's newspaper on the coffee table, and the four characters "Ye Hang International" on it attracted her attention.

Ling Qianmo picked up the newspaper and looked at the report seriously.

Yehang International’s chain restaurant group was exposed to extensive use of waste oil and low-quality ingredients. Today, Yehang International’s top decision-maker came to the scene to explain.

So he went back because the company broke out such a big scandal and he had to go back and solve it himself.

Ling Qianmo felt that she was not an unreasonable person, let alone such a big thing, how could she not understand that she was not a child.

What she cares about is that even if this matter is anxious, he can't call her in advance. She didn't want him to accompany her back to Wancheng, and now she won't pester him to stay.

What does he mean by doing this?Think she will pester him?Or is he not afraid of her misunderstanding and anger at all?

Ling Qianmo closed the newspaper and crumpled it into a ball before throwing it into the trash can.

"Momo, what are you looking at?" Old Ling came down from the stairs, just seeing her move, so he asked.

Ling Qianmo threw the newspaper into the trash can. The newspaper could not be seen by Ling Lao, otherwise he would probably drive her back to Spring City and ask her to go back to help Ye Zi'an and resolve the misunderstanding by the way.

"It's nothing, the newspapers now write all the messy things, and the journalist's pragmatic attitude is gone." Ling Qianmo complained and got up to help Ling Lao, "Grandpa, are you hungry? Today? Two of us, what do you want to eat, I will make it for you."

"Is there any fish? I haven't eaten the fish you made for a long time." Ling Lao asked.

Ling Qianmo nodded. When she was rummaging in the kitchen, she saw that the servant had prepared food for the day before leaving. There happened to be fish in it. She smiled and said, "Then, grandpa, sit down for a while and I will cook."

"Your hand..." She was still hanging with her left hand, it should not be easy to cook with one hand.

Ling Qianmo didn't take it seriously, "It's okay, the doctor said, it's fine if you don't lift heavy objects. It's okay to cut vegetables."

Ling Lao didn't say anything any more, and after telling her to be more careful, he sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Seeing that he didn't mean to read the newspaper, Ling Qianmo breathed a sigh of relief, took off the bandage covering his left hand, and found his apron to put on while rolling up his sleeves.

Half an hour later, the simple three dishes and one soup came out, Ling Qianmo put the food on the table, and went to Fu Ling to say, "Grandpa, we have dinner."

"You girl, you don't need to be so careful, I'm not too far to be able to take care of myself." Seeing her always help, Ling Lao smiled and rebuked.

Ling Qianmo also replied with a smile, "I know, grandpa is in good health, because I like to stick to grandpa."

"You..." Ling Lao stretched out his finger and nodded her nose, loving and indulging.

Ling Liangsheng changed his shoes and came in. He happened to see this scene, and his heart felt as if he had been beaten by something, and he was shocked.

He knew that in this home, Ling Qianmo cared about Ling Lao.He also knew that Ling Qianmo liked Ling Qianmo very much since she was a child, and treated her better than his own granddaughter.

At this moment, seeing the scene of two people getting along, harmony, happiness, and laughter, Yan Yan, makes people feel unusually harmonious...and beautiful!

Can't bear to disturb!

But Ling Lao still saw him come back sharp-eyed, "Why are you back? Didn't you say there was socializing?"

"Dad, the servant asked for leave today, I am worried about you, so..."

"What are you worried about? Worried that I will starve to death if I have no food?" The mocking tone seemed to mock him when he had such filial piety.

Ling Liangsheng's face was stiff, he saw the food on the table, "Are you ready to eat? You made it?"

When he said this, he looked at Ling Qianmo.

"Hmm!" A simple word, without the slightest intention of inviting him to eat together.

Ling Liangsheng glanced suspiciously at her, as calm and indifferent as usual, with no trace of ups and downs in his emotions, so he simply asked, "You don't know about Ye Hang International?"