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!"Are you going to pack things? Then you send me a location and I will pick you up."

Ling Qianmo was stunned for a moment and asked softly, "Why would you..." In this era, there is always a way for a person to know something, and the rest is swallowed back in his stomach, "Well then, I will look back. Give you a position."

Hung up the phone, went back to the living room, met Ye Laoxu's eyes, but didn't know how to speak.

On the contrary, it was Ye Lao, who read everything from her expression, "Are you leaving?"

"I'm sorry, Grandpa." Ling Qianmo lowered her head. From the moment Ye Zi'an said about the divorce, she had lost her position to stay here, "My friend will pick me up later, grandpa, you... take care. ."

Old Ye sighed, "Fine, it seems that I can't keep you old man."

"Grandpa, I..."

"It doesn't matter, I respect your choice." Ye Lao raised his hand and stopped her. "Let Ma Qin tidy up things for you. Living outside is better than at home. If you have any difficulties, remember to call me."

Madam Qin immediately showed a sad look when she heard that she was leaving, but she still went to help her pack her luggage without saying a word.

A suitcase full of some daily needs, Qin Ma looked a little strenuous when she took it down.

"Madam..." Madam Qin finished shouting, feeling wrong again, and sighed a little regretfully, "I have packed everything. If you look back, if you feel something is missing, just tell me."

"Thank you." Ling Qianmo took the box and said hello to Ye Lao before turning around to go out.

Outside the door, Xiang Heng, dressed in casual clothes, stood outside the door with a smile on his face. Seeing the big box she was carrying, he hurried over to take it and saw her eyes filled with affection, "I miss you Maybe you haven't eaten yet, I'll take you to eat something."

Ling Qianmo looked at his handsome face that was cold but soft as a spring breeze at the moment. His eyes were full of affection, and there was an inexplicable hint of anxiety. The refusal had reached his mouth, but he didn't know how to say it. .

"Or, you want to go back and rest first..." He stretched out his hand, trying to remove the hair that fell from her forehead.

However, before touching his fingertips, Ling Qianmo was suddenly pulled to the side by a force, and then fell into a hard chest.

There was a faint chill coming from behind.

Xiang Heng's hand froze in the air like this, but he didn't feel embarrassed, he just smiled lightly, and turned around to look at the man who suddenly appeared and snatched Ling Qianmo over.

"Qian Qian lived here very well, so I don't bother to take care of him." Ye Zi'an, who did not know when he appeared, with a black and indifferent face, all expressions were reduced, his tone was cold to his bones, and the chill in his eyes was also It seems to freeze people.

The corners of Xiang Heng’s lips smiled calmly, and the words he spit out were very ironic, “Why do I think Qian Mo would like to get out of here soon? Besides, it’s not like that when she always lives in her ex-husband’s house, what do you think, President Ye. "

As he said that, he glanced at Ling Qianmo, who was struggling desperately in the arms of the man, and the irony was even stronger, "Or is it that Ye always has to use force to keep the woman beside him?!"

"Ye Zi'an, you let me go." Ling Qianmo spent all his energy, but couldn't get out of his arms, couldn't help but feel a little bit more embarrassed, "You hurt me, let go."

Hearing her yelling pain, Ye Zian's hands around her waist relaxed a bit, but he didn't let go of her, and looked at her blankly, "You want to go with him? Haven't divorced me yet. Anxious to run away with your old lover?"

"Even so, so what? It's better to be ambiguous with the old lover than Ye Shao hasn't divorced." Ling Qianmo looked at his calm face, rolled his lips and smiled in a gentle tone.

He looked down at her, stretched out his hand and squeezed her chin, forcing her to raise her face to face him.

The man's black eyes are deep, with a deep indifference, and there is a kind of indomitable madness, "Shallow, you know what the situation is now, you must follow me?"

"I didn't tell you." She stretched out her hand and took the suitcase in Xiang Heng's hand. "Xiang Heng, I know what you are thinking, but it has passed between us. I am very grateful that you have been I take care of me, and I feel guilty that you are responsible for what I did to me at the beginning. Who owes whom between me and you, I am afraid no one can tell. I am no longer the me who loved you. A woman who never asks for anything in return. You are just like I was at the beginning, and you feel so beautiful without asking. There are many people who suit you. Don't waste time on me."

After a pause, she looked at Ye Zi'an again and said in a low voice, "As for me and him, no matter what the outcome is, it is impossible for us to start again."

The man listened to her expressionlessly as she said such a long series of words, but the warmth in his eyes that had been slightly relieved because of her taking back the luggage also disappeared in these words.Especially when I heard her say that eight years ago, my heart seemed to be scratched by an invisible and vicious cat with bottomless blood marks from its paws, some pain, some anger, and there was no way to vent. Can tighten up the opponent resting on her waist.

Is she reminding him in disguise?

She and Xiang Heng's eight years can be easily discarded, let alone him.

Xiang Heng also listened to her all the time, didn't interrupt, just looked at her fixedly, the turbulent emotions in his eyes were like a tide, and he wanted to drown people in.

This kind of looking at each other has a kind of affection that only belongs to two people. It belongs to them for the past eight years, or even longer, so long that the jealousy in Ye Zi'an's heart overflows like venom.

He was almost obligatory, turned around holding the woman, and brought it into the house.

Ling Qianmo didn't struggle, but the expression in his eyes was erratic, obviously absent-minded.

Because of what, or what you are missing, you can see at a glance.

The suitcase was left alone in the yard, and there were men standing there like fossils.

He opened the door, and Ling Qianmo stepped forward obediently. The man looked back at Xiang Heng, who was still standing still, his gaze stuck firmly on her body, his lips slightly cocked, and his silent provocation and announcement overflowed like this. Come.

Turning around, she found that the woman had changed her shoes, she was looking at him with her arms around her chest with a smile, "Ye Shao, are you jealous of what you look like now?"

With a sneer, there was a seemingly ridiculous ridicule in the characteristic soft voice, "I only started to be jealous after divorce, or for a woman you look down on, why bother?"

"Why?" Ye Zi'an stared at her, smiling as lowly as she did, "Your old lover still never abandons you now, so much better than my ex-husband, who made you unhappy after a few moments. So you think I'm preventing you from restoring the old one?"