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!"Nothing." If he wants to wash, let him wash it. Anyway, it's just a dish, and she doesn't have to fight.

As he was about to take a step back and leave the cooking table, the man came around from the side with his other hand and easily fixed her in his embrace, with his chin resting on her shoulder, maintaining this posture to wash the vegetables, "Nothing. Ask me for help when you see me?"

"When did I ask you for help?" She just glanced at him.

Knowing that women are hard-mouthed and men do not open them, they take the dishes one by one and clean them in this posture.

She didn't say, he still had other ways to know.

He put all the ingredients within reach early in the morning, and she felt that he had planned for it.

"Ye Zi'an, you let me go." She struggled in his arms.

However, the man did not move at all, still picking vegetables slowly.

"Do you want to cook or hold me? How do you cook with me?" The woman frowned in protest.

The man lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "Want to know? Then I will show it to you!"

Then, he held her for the whole meal and even put on her apron intimately to prevent the oil splash from staining her clothes.

Ling Qianmo watched him move skillfully and methodically. With a pair of slender and good-looking hands cooking dishes, he could not help but blurt out, "You are so rich and virtuous. It's also gentle and caring, why did Xia Xueying break up with you? Isn't she stupid?"

Didn't she always think about her birth and family background? How could she easily give up Prince Jiangcheng.

Ye Zi'an paused and gave her a look, "Since I am so good, why do you always think about divorcing me, are you stupid?"

"I'm talking about Xia Xueying, why are you talking to me."

"Qian Qian, you are my wife." An Ren's voice was low and helpless.

Ling Qianmo didn't speak any more, he was suggesting to her that she occupied this position, and Xia Xueying had no chance?

Glancing at the almost fried dishes, Ling Qianmo argued in his arms, "Your dishes are almost finished, I will take them out, and let the grandpas have dinner by the way."

The man didn't answer, and waited until the dish was out of the pot before he released the arm that had been around her.

Withdrawing from his arms, Ling Qianmo stretched out his hand to serve the food, and when he was preparing a portion, his shoulder was suddenly pressed, "Don't want your left hand?"

She turned her head, facing the man's tepid face, her thin lips pressed slightly, her anger hidden.

It suddenly became clear that her left hand could not hold heavy objects now, otherwise she would habitually dislocate.

But it's just a dish, it shouldn't be enough.

"It doesn't matter, this dish is not heavy." She smiled, calm and gentle, reaching out to serve.

The strength on her shoulders suddenly increased, and she pulled her body, and Toshihiko, who was close by the man, pressed it down and sealed it with a kiss.

He kissed a little bit hurriedly, with too much force, and she was easily subdued by her several struggles. Although she was afraid that the dish would be overturned and her grandpa would make trouble again, she did not make much effort, but she also knew that she was not originally His opponent.

When he had kissed enough and was willing to let go, her lips had already been ravaged and slightly red and swollen. The red lips were of perfect shape, glowing with sparkling water.

Ye Zian's heart tightened again, and he turned his head quickly, "You are not allowed to use your left hand, otherwise I will kiss you again. Shallowly, don't challenge my endurance."

The tone is repressed and dull.

Ling Qianmo was stunned for a moment. After realizing what he meant by endurance, his face instantly blushed, and he gritted his teeth, "Rogue."

"I'm flirting with my wife in my own home, also called a gangster?" The man stole it back and said in a low voice.

She bit her lip, she knew she couldn't tell him, so she turned around with the vegetable and went out.

However, he was still obedient and did not use his left hand.

When she walked out of the kitchen door, she seemed to hear his grin.

The meal was fairly harmonious, and at least the two elderly people did not mention the wedding.

After the first day of the new year, the second day will start to visit relatives and friends.

The Ye family's relatives are basically gone, but there are not a few people who want to cling to and please the Ye family. Even if Ye Lao has repeatedly stated his posture, there are still people who come to the door to give gifts.

Ling Qianmo felt that her hands were soft when making tea.

This situation got better until the sixth day of the sixth day, because the work started on the seventh day.

On the night of the sixth day of the sixth year, after sending away the eighth batch of guests who came today, Ling Qianmo almost collapsed on the sofa with exhaustion, not even moving a finger.

Ye Zi'an came back after closing the door, and seeing her like this, there was a little tenderness and distress between her eyebrows, and she walked over to pinch her waist, "Tired?"

"It's okay!" It was okay before, but since Mr. Ye left all these things to the two of them to do, his fatigue has increased exponentially.

In particular, those people seemed to be extremely enthusiastic about her, the newly promoted Mrs. Ye, which made her tired.

"Take a rest and go out with me at night." Ye Zi listened quietly, and finally said such a sentence.

The person who had closed his eyes and dozingly opened the floor, "Where are you going? Can I not go?"

There were obvious rejections and boredom written in her big eyes, and ten percent of discussions were very different from her usual appearance.

Ye Zi'an really didn't expect that simple social entertainment would force her to be like this. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and scratched her nose, "Don't worry, it's not entertainment. I went to see Haruko and Gu Bei, and Shu Hang was back Now, everyone was going to gather for a while."

"Oh." When the strong spirit heard these words, it was like a frustrated ball, and it continued to maintain its limp posture.

"I will hold you up to sleep for a while, and I will call you later."

Ling Qianmo was already unconscious at this time, only to hear a few words sleeping in his mouth, so he nodded happily.

When the man came to call her, Ling Qianmo was sleeping soundly, and subconsciously made a bad temper at him. It wasn't until he reached the door of the box that he seemed to realize what they were going out to do, and his tight complexion only slightly improved. .

Pushing the door in, the people inside were making a lot of noise and seemed to be making noise.

Ling Qianmo glanced at it, and next to Gu Bei sat a well-behaved and quiet girl, with long straight black hair hanging down her waist, her facial features were not bright, but delicate and lovely.

Li Shuhang is still in a lazy and careless tone, leaning on the back of the sofa, indescribable indulgence and evil charm.

Mu Haruko, who was always carefree, had a reddish cheek at this time, and seemed to have some shy appearance, angering those booing one by one.

Ling Qianmo took a look at Ye Zi'an, thinking he should know.

Sure enough, the man lowered his head and whispered in her ear, and the girl's eyes suddenly widened to the extreme.