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 finishing the work, he was clearly exhausted, but Ling Qianmo couldn't sleep.

The mood of the person holding her behind was obviously wrong.

When his love was so strong, he whispered in her ear, "Don't leave me, don't leave me alone"

This was not the first time she heard such words, but this time it was very different.

In his tone, there is a deep sadness and loneliness that has been abandoned. This is not the emotion that a person like Ye Zi'an should have.

"Ye Zi'an?" She whispered his name.

The exhausted man only gave her a vague, "Huh?"

"You..." Do you think of Xia Xueying?

This sentence should have been questioned easily, but I couldn't ask it anyway.

She thought of their entanglement just now, the phrase "I want to love you" the man said, and the intimate embrace they still maintain...

If, these are all because he thinks of Xia Xueying, think of their love that ended up without a disease, that's why he is so lonely, and even suffering from gains and losses.

"Why, what do you want to ask?" The person turned her body and faced him face to face, his slightly cold voice revealed a feeling of fatigue and exhaustion, and his eyes flickered, not as sharp and cold as usual.

Ling Qianmo could see clearly, his heart sank again, and the words he wanted to say circled around his mouth, after all he swallowed it back, "Nothing, it's too late, go to sleep."

Ye Zi'an's eyes opened completely, and the arms around her waist tightened in an instant, "Qian Qian, why are you always like this? You have something to say, but you always refuse to say it clearly."

He clearly felt the diametrically opposite emotions in her body, as if the sparks that had just been ignited were extinguished by an unknown pot of cold water, and could no longer burn any hope, making him uneasy, even panic.

This kind of panic was even stronger than when the parents had clearly said that they would be back for the Spring Festival, but after a long time, there was still no news of the landing of the flight.

His voice was very cold, but Ling Qianmo always felt that he was not confident now.

"Did you just...were thinking about Xia Xueying?" So she asked tentatively, and she pressed her lips tightly after she asked, her eyes drooping, not looking at him.

He asked her to ask, although she felt that he might not tell the truth.

"What do I want her to do?" The man was inexplicable, then contacted the context, and instantly understood why she had such a question. The arm around her couldn't help but accept it. "Yesterday was the death day of parents, and they honeymooned again. You said that he would be back in time for the Spring Festival. Who knew that my grandpa and I had been waiting at the airport for a long time and we didn't see them. That night, when we learned about the plane crash, grandpa fainted and sent to the emergency room. ...I am eight years old."

Hearing this, Ling Qianmo was suddenly startled.

I remembered the saying in Ye's old saying last night, "How many years hasn't a family got together", and Ye Zi'an's saying "It will be like this every year."

She suddenly understood why he lost control of his emotions, why he was nervous.

For a while, she didn't know what words to use to comfort him, so she could only bury someone in his chest and hug him tightly, "I'm sorry."

The three slow and heavy words came out of her mouth, as if the time had settled, and they were engraved with affection and soothing.

Then Ling Qianmo felt that a certain unspeakable position of the man against her lower abdomen was hard again.

She didn't have time to say "hooligans", and she was convinced by the new round of men's top tricks.

***

The end of excessive indulgence was that Ling Qianmo got up late the next day.

To be exact, it's not just late, but very late, very late!

You can have dinner if you are late!

Ye Zi'an had called her twice in the middle of the journey, but seeing her sleeping soundly and couldn't bear to disturb, so she gave up.

When she woke up naturally and went downstairs when she fell asleep, the two elderly people were watching the news, but Ye Zi'an was not in the living room.

"Momo woke up." Hearing the footsteps, Ling Lao turned back and said with a smile.

On the first day of the new year, Ling Qianmo felt that his face was burning badly until the night because of this kind of thing, and said vaguely, "Yeah." He raised his eyes and swept around, "Grandpa, where's Ye Zi'an?"

"I went to buy food, Qin's mother had something to do today, so I went back."

"Oh."

She likes to eat fresh vegetables, so Qin Ma basically goes to the market once every morning to buy fresh vegetables.Today Qin's mother asked for leave, and the person who bought the food was replaced by Ye Zi'an.

"If it's okay, come and sit with Grandpa for a while." Old Ling beckoned.

Ling Qianmo nodded, "Okay."

Although they had already guessed what the two old men wanted to say.

Sure enough, as soon as he sat down, Ye Lao couldn't help but speak first, "Girl, when are you going to have the wedding with you?"

I said that I was going to do it before, but it was delayed because of her injury, and then I never heard them mention it again.

"It's been almost a year since you got the certificate. The wedding is indeed because you have to make up." Ling Lao also joined the ranks of lobbying.

Ling Qianmo closed her eyes and took a deep breath to ease her emotions. "Grandpa, the wedding is just a formality. I don't care if it is not important."

"I care." Ling Lao interrupted solemnly, looking at her eyes full of disapproval, "How can my only precious granddaughter be so wronged and married without saying a word."

"Yes, yes, yes," Ye Lao nodded, unwilling to fall behind, "girl, grandpa, I can't bear to wrong you."

But she doesn't feel wronged. In marriage, what can make her feel wronged is not whether there is a wedding, but whether the man she married loves her.

The sound of a car came from outside the door. One minute later, Ye Zian pushed the door and entered. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Ling Qianmo looking at him eagerly, his eyes full of hope for rescue.

"Qianqian, you are awake." Ye Zi'an coughed slightly and suppressed the smile in his throat. "Just so, come and help me wash and chop vegetables. I haven't eaten for a whole day, so I'll make dinner soon."

"Yeah." Ling Qianmo's eyes lit up, and he was obviously satisfied with his cooperation, "Grandpa, I'm going to help with cooking."

"You girl, avoid it as soon as you talk about this topic." Boss Ling said with a face, although he wasn't really angry, he was obviously emotional.

Ling Qianmo got up and went into the kitchen, and saw Ye Zi'an put a large bag of fresh ingredients on the chopping board and took them out just the same.

There were some vegetables to be washed in the sink. She rolled up her sleeves and walked over. The water was so cold that she frowned unconsciously.

"Let it go, I'll wash it." Ye Zi'an sorted out all the vegetables. As soon as he turned around, he saw her puffing cheeks with a reluctant look. Knowing that it was cold and cold, he took the job from her, "You just What are you talking about with Grandpa?"