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!Ling Qianmo smiled, her picturesque eyebrows exquisitely crafted, "It doesn't matter if I want to repair the old with him or not, it has nothing to do with you. Don't forget, you are now my ex-husband. Irrelevant, you can go to your sweetheart blatantly, okay?"

When she spoke, her face was a gentle smile, but the words and sentences were like nails, nailed to his heart.

An irritable mood surged from the bottom of his heart, Ye Zi'an reached out and touched it in his pocket. Without touching the cigarette, he turned and walked into the living room.

When Ye Lao and Qin Ma saw them coming in, they had already left with interest, leaving space for them both.

Ye Zi'an found the cigarette in the drawer of the coffee table in the living room, took out a cigarette and lit it, "It's not related to each other? Do you think we can be independent of each other now?"

"As long as you let me go, that's it."

The man paced over, and the smoke in his mouth was sprayed on her face when he approached her, "I was going to let you go, but now..." He smiled low, his surface calm. Jun’s face showed a kind of careless wickedness, "Seeing the way you can’t wait to cheer me on me with other men, I suddenly regretted it. It doesn’t matter whether I’m jealous or possessive, it’s shallow. I can't bear to see you standing with another man."

Ling Qianmo covered her mouth to avoid the smoke, and whispered, "Ye Zi'an, you are crazy."

She was pregnant, so he let her smoke secondhand smoke.

I used to treat my child as a treasure, and the rhythm of spoiling the sky before he was born is a disguise.

Ye Zi'an held a cigarette in one hand, pinched her chin with the other, and forced her to look up and look at him, "As long as you don't get entangled with other men."

He also once felt that love is just the most subsidiary existence among all human emotions, there is no difference between being and not being.

But the woman in front of him seemed to be his devil.

Obviously, he had been mentally prepared several times to let go, but every time she really wanted to leave, he couldn't help but want to keep her.

Anger surged, Ling Qianmo endured and endured, and then resisted not throwing the door on the spot.He just threw away his hand, brushed over and went upstairs, "At my age, I will marry again sooner or later, unless you can shut me down for a lifetime."

The wrist was grabbed, "Shuan Qian, don't force me."

Ling Qianmo paused and didn't turn his head. "Ye Zi'an, you are the one who is tired of talking about divorce. You are going to get out of my way, but you have to stand in front of me. Am I forcing you?"

After waiting for a few seconds, without waiting for the man's answer, she bit her lip and continued, "Since you have said so absolutely, why not make your posture a little decisive? Isn't it good for each other? Seth is yours. When I meet you, I will treat it as a subordinate and meet the boss. If you feel uncomfortable and want to expel me, I will leave you alone. I can even disappear from now on and no longer appear in front of you. Whoever entangles will naturally not be troubled by chauvinism. That way, okay?"

The man remained silent, staring at her black, bright and soft hair that naturally fell to his waist, imagining what she looked like when she said this.

"Since you don't speak, then I will take it as your default." Ling Qianmo twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled, "I will stay here tonight and leave early tomorrow morning. Don't worry, I will not... Will appear in front of you."

After speaking, he withdrew his hand, this time there was no hindrance, and the withdrawal went smoothly.

The tight nerves in Ling Qianmo's heart instantly relaxed, but there was another unspeakable feeling spreading in his heart.She laughed at herself, and it seemed that Ye Zi'an was not the only one who needed to adapt to each other's separation.

Less than two meters away in the direction of the bedroom, there was a sudden running footsteps behind him.

Ling Qianmo paused subconsciously, turned his head, and saw the man running in stride, almost immediately in front of her, before she could make any response, stretched out her hand and put her into her arms.

With great strength, he pinched her waist and refused her resistance, as if he was afraid that she would run away, his hot breath fell in her ears, and a dull and emotionally complex tone sounded, "Shallow, don't leave. Me, okay?"

"Ye Zi'an..."

"Tell you about the divorce, I regret it. I can't stand the days when I can't see you and you are not by my side."

This is probably the most touching love story he ever said after marriage.

But it's not the right time to say so.

Ling Qianmo raised his face and looked at his brows that were gentle and affectionate. His black and white eyes blinked and smiled, "The next sentence, shouldn't I be more convincing if I add the sentence I love you?" "

Those eyes were as clear as a mountain spring, with no impurities, and the clear reflection reflected his situation at the moment.

It made him look a little stunned for a moment.

"Why, can't tell?" She still laughed, but the smile was ethereal like a layer of invisible but clearly existing tulle, stubbornly stalking among them, "If you want to talk about love, it happens to be the best for women You still can't say the three words that are tempting. Ye Zi'an, this is your true heart, don't you understand?"

He doesn't love her.

What's the point of keeping a woman you don't love?

And she wouldn't treat it as non-existent because of his money and power.

Continuing together is nothing more than the pain of bolding two capitals.

"Okay, it's late, and I'm sleepy too, can you let me go?" A pun, but it was calm and gentle.

Instead of letting go, the man pinched her waist little by little, completely fixing her slender waist.

Looking down, in the dark and deep eyes, the reflection is really serious, "So if I fall in love with you, you will not leave or divorce me?"

In the corridors late at night, there was a cold wind blowing slowly. Although the villa maintained a constant temperature all year round, Ling Qianmo couldn't help shaking.

Not cold, but frightened by his appearance.

Big eyes blinked, then blinked again, and then frowned as if thinking seriously. After a long while, he gave him an answer, "This is a proposition of a century. I guess I can only give you the answer if it happens. "

"Then what makes you fall in love with you?"

"Um..." Ling Qianmo lowered his eyes, this man's EQ is really low, not even a little bit, so when you ask a woman face to face, isn't it clear that you don't love, "Otherwise you don't fire me, you know, I'm fine It’s easy to find a job related to design, and now I have sold my house and my car. If I don’t have any income from work, I will drink the rhythm of the northwest wind every minute."

Ye Zi'an's original serious appearance was stained with annoyance, and gritted his teeth, "Ling Qianmo, you are really not an ordinary bad atmosphere."

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