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!In a blink of an eye, it was the Spring Festival.

After Ye Lao was discharged from the hospital, he did not return to Jiangcheng, and Ye Zi'an was obviously not relieved that he would go back alone.

It is said that after meeting that day, Ling Liangsheng took Ling Qianxin back to Wancheng.

As for what Ye Zi'an did to them, Ling Qianmo didn't ask, nor was he interested in asking.

On the day of the Spring Festival, Spring City is too lively.

Every household was decorated with lights, but the villa that Ye Zi'an bought was halfway up the mountain, and there was only one of them within three miles, so Ling Qianmo naturally couldn't feel the excitement and could only watch it on TV.

But when she got up early in the morning, she and Qin Ma were busy decorating the villa, red lanterns, inverted blessings, window grilles, and all the things that symbolized the Spring Festival were carefully pasted and hung in every corner of the villa.

She even replaced the bed sheets and duvet covers in the room with new ones. The bedspreads and duvet covers of the big red delicate embroidered lace looked red and bright and beaming, which made the originally low-key and dull room vivid.

Ye Zi'an pushed the door in, and saw such a scene. The red wink made his heart seem to be touched by something. He couldn't help holding the person admiring on the bed with his arms akimbo in his arms, "Shuan, are you decorating our new house? "

Ling Qianmo, "..."

Where did he tell that she was decorating a new house?!

However, the man has stubbornly thought that this is the new house, his low and deep voice with a hint of smile, "Shallow, I am very satisfied."

Ling Qianmo was too lazy to talk to him, freed himself from his arms, turned and walked outside.

Only after taking a step, he was suddenly pulled back by a huge force from his waist, and after a while, he was pressed on the newly laid bed.

"Ye Zi'an, what are you doing?" Ling Qianmo growled depressed, his brows slightly flustered.

The bedroom door was open, Ye Lao and Qin Ma were outside, if they suddenly came... she couldn't even think about it.

Ye Zi'an buried his head on the woman's chest, "You smell so good."

The tone was too low and evil, and the ambiguous taste made Ling Qianmo blush, and at the same time gave birth to a strong disgust from his bones.

"Ye Zi'an..." She growled displeasedly.

The man raised his eyes slightly and looked into her eyes, "Huh?"

The man's strong breath pressed her nerves, making Ling Qianmo's body uncontrollably stiff, "You get away, I'm going to make dumplings with Qin Ma."

"Yeah." The man's mouth answered, but his hands gradually wandered off her body, her lips swam between her earlobes and neck, and the exhaled heat almost melted her, "Shallow, how long have you not Care about me?"

This so-called theory has profound implications, how Ling Qianmo didn't understand.

"Ye Zi'an, I don't..."

Before she could finish her words, the man's kiss had fallen, and with heavy breathing, she swallowed all her dissatisfaction and resistance into her stomach.

The body was plunged into the soft bedding, the man's hand had been stretched in from the hem of the sweater, Ye Zi'an lingered all the way, covering the softness of her chest, "Shallow, I want it."

So, she disregarded her wishes and came as she wanted?!

"Ye Zi'an, I don't want it!" She rejected his hand with a firm attitude, and her disgust was obvious.

The man looked up from her chest and saw that she had closed her eyes and turned her face to the side, his face full of impatient and reluctance.

As if his heart was hammered by something, he slowly withdrew from her.

"So, if I don't agree to the divorce one day, you will not allow me to touch you?!"

Ling Qianmo's thoughts faded for a moment, and it took a long time to realize what the man had said. He got up from the bed and sorted his clothes. When he turned to go out, he gave him one coldly, "Hmm!"

***

Ling Qianmo and Qin Ma made noodles in the kitchen, preparing to roll dumpling wrappers.

Ye Zi'an and Ye Lao were playing chess in the study, obviously a little absent-minded.

"Have you quarreled with Ling girl?" Seeing that his grandson looked unsettled, Ye Lao put down the chess piece altogether.

Ye Zi'an raised his wrist and glanced at the phone, frowned slightly, as if he was waiting for something.

The next second, the phone in his pocket rang, Ye Zi'an frowned and stretched out, got up to get his coat, "Grandpa, I'll go out."

"Go to the airport to meet Ling Lao?" Ye Lao picked up the tea cup next to him, took a sip, and smiled unpredictably.

The man's dressing stopped for a while, and he immediately realized that Assistant Lin was the person next to the old man, and it was normal to inform him about it.

After getting dressed, he went downstairs and went straight into the kitchen, dragging the people who were still kneading out.

Ling Qianmo's face was also stained with some flour on his hand, and he was hurriedly dragged away by him. He didn't even have time to react, "Ye Zian, what are you doing?"

"Follow me to the airport." The man walked ahead, without looking back.

Ling Qianmo couldn't keep up with his rhythm, "What are you going to do to the airport? I'm not going."

Ye Lao is here, who else is worthy of Ye Zi'an to pick him up in person during the New Year.

The man paused suddenly, and Ling Qianmo was caught off guard. Just about to get angry, he saw the man turning around, his eyes and tone were very gloomy, "Well, if you don't go, then I will let Assistant Lin send the old man back again. It’s only two hours from the left, and the medical team is following, and the old man won’t have any accidents. It’s just that if you see you next time, I don’t know when."

"You...what did you say?" Ling Qianmo shook, his mind was dizzy, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Give you a minute to wash your hands and tidy up, or I'll call now."

Seeing that he was about to grab his mobile phone, Ling Qianmo didn't even want to jump over and grab his hand, "No, I'll go right away, just 30 seconds."

After speaking, he turned and rushed into the kitchen, quickly took off his apron and washed his hands, then rushed out, and saw the man standing in place with a smile.

Ling Qianmo was stunned for a moment, and saw the man staring at her face faintly, "You don't want to see me very much, you don't even want to look at me, you are so anxious to go out alone with me?"

"I shouldn't have exceeded the time, so let's go." Ling Qianmo wiped the water stains on his body and started to walk outside.

Suddenly his arm was grabbed, Ling Qianmo turned back and frowned, "Ye Zi'an, are you a lie..."

The man's thumb stretched over and brushed her cheek lightly. When she left, she saw a faint white flour on his fingertips, and she couldn't say anything when it rained.

"Qian Qian, have you never trusted me?" Ye Zi'an retracted his gaze and twitched his mouth like a mockery.

She was stunned, not knowing how to answer this question for a while.

To be honest, she really doubted him at that moment.

Even many times, she was suspicious of him.

"If you don't believe me, then you can go back to the kitchen."