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!Last night, the video of Ling Qianmo and He Weidong's wife arguing in the private room was posted online.

This kind of battle between Xiaosan and Zhenggong can most arouse the so-called sense of justice of those boring screen names, especially Ling Qianmo, the Xiaosan who looks arrogant to flying, which is obviously more hateful. Was attacked by netizens' saliva.

Now people are scolding her online, and even her future and her case have been dug out, and the wave of online denunciations is increasing.

Ling Qianmo was sitting in the coffee shop's private room, with a lazy and unassuming smile on his face, and the bright and dazzling facial features remained.

The opposite Xiang Heng was full of sadness. In seven years, the indifferent aura on this man's body became stronger, but the expression in her eyes became more gentle, "Qian Mo, what do you plan to do with this matter?"

"This, it looks like Xia Xueying's handwriting." Ling Qianmo smiled dismissively, holding a coffee cup in one hand, and sliding the phone screen with the other, watching with interest the comments about how many floors were covered." After so many years of absence, she still knows only this trick."

Inciting public opinion, pushing her to the opposite of justice, and being cast aside by everyone.

She would underestimate her too much.

If she can be defeated once by this method and defeated a second time, then she can really find an old forest deep in the mountains and die alone.

"She was there at the time?" Raised his eyebrows, Xiang Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, "I heard something about her these years, but I didn't expect that she is still restless now."

"If she can rest in peace, it won't be Xia Xueying." Ling Qianmo pressed the phone screen and took a sip of coffee, "This matter, don't worry about it for now."

Regardless of?

Xiang Heng frowned, "Now that the crowd is passionate, since they have revealed your case, they will definitely expose An An next."

At that time, I still don't know how many ugly words and how many malicious attacks there are.

Putting down the coffee cup, it perfectly coincides with the circle of watermarks on the table. Ling Qianmo's face is a faint invisible smile, "It's only more beautiful when you fall to the bottom and turn over."

The man's indifferent eyes opened, "So, you went to He Weidong personally, is it on purpose?"

"Originally just to avenge Yanxia, ​​now I can slap Xia Xueying by the way, which is also a profit."

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The rumors were raging, and soon as Xiang Heng expected, An An was exposed.

Everyone began to speculate about the identity of An An's father. Various unpleasant versions were uploaded on the Internet to a great extent. Public opinion pushed Ling Qianmo's mother and daughter to the cusp of the storm, and if they were not careful, they would be crushed.

In addition, He Weidong was reported to have embezzled public funds and sold company secrets, and sent a complaint to the original unit to the court.

These righteous people, who have always been self-proclaimed, clapped their hands and cheered, and paid more and more attention to when the other "sinner" in this matter would be punished.

Regardless of Ling Qianmo's address or her whereabouts, even An'an's kindergarten was monitored.

Zai Ling Qianmo took An An out again and looked at the unrecognizable white BMW sprayed with red paint, with layers of coldness overflowing under his eyes.

A week later, Ling Qianmo appeared in the office of the president of Ye Hang International.

During this week, many media have photographed her meeting with various young talents, seeming to want to find her next home as soon as possible, but she was rejected without exception.

The Internet is full of scolding, and newspapers and news media are no exception.

So when Ling Qianmo appeared in Ye Zi'an's office, the man did not show any surprises.

He knew all her movements these days, but he didn't show up in her sight, just waiting for her to come home.

She wore a white one-shoulder shirt with a navy blue A-line skirt, showing the curves, especially her pair of well-proportioned and slender legs, which were completely exposed to the air and evoked imagination.

When Curly Tingting walked in, Ye Zi'an was sitting behind her desk, busy with business affairs.

She didn't speak, and went to sit down on the sofa aside, with an elegant posture, flipping through a book of impurities in her hand.

When she came in, everyone outside didn't even have the intention to stop it. It was clear that they had been ordered early.His current busyness is just a disguise.

Anyway, she doesn't have much, just a lot of time.

Not in a hurry.

When Ye Zi'an finished approving all the documents and looked up, the woman still sat on the sofa calmly looking at the impurities, page by page, carefully and seriously.

Ye Zi'an threw the file in his hand aside, pressed the phone to let Assistant Lin come in to take it away and distribute it, and then looked at the woman sitting on the sofa from a distance, "Is something wrong with me?"

The woman raised her eyes, smiled brightly at him, put down the magazine and got up and walked over.The design of the one-shaped shoulder completely exposes her beautiful shoulder lines and collarbone to the air. The white and shiny skin exudes an alluring breath.

"Naturally, something is going on." She walked to the desk with her hands propped on the desk, and her upper body leaned forward. As long as the man's eyes fell slightly, she could see the beautiful ups and downs on her chest.

Ye Zi'an was obviously tickled by such a beautiful scenery, coughed slightly, and touched his nose, "What's the matter."

"Come to Mr. Ye to borrow something."

"What should come to me specifically? What about your boyfriend's fiance? Regardless of you?"

Ling Qianmo spread his hands, "No way, this thing can only find you."

"Oh," the man's good-looking eyebrows raised slightly, "I didn't expect me to be so valuable to you."

Ling Qianmo smiled like a flower, recklessly and openly, "I didn't expect it, so please help Ye always cooperate."

"What do I need to cooperate with?" The man's thin lips chuckled, his eyes deep as a well as he looked at her.

The woman walked around the desk and walked towards him step by step, her eyes dazzling, and the smile on her lips was touching.

The man just looked at her, motionless, waiting patiently to see what she wanted to do.

Ling Qianmo walked to him, supporting the armrests of his chair with both hands, slowly lowering his body, then lowering...

Close at hand, the dark eyes are facing each other, warm breath is sprayed on each other's face, and even each other's heartbeat can be heard.

Ling Qianmo blinked and smiled deeper at the corners of his lips, slowly climbing his fingers on his face, all the way up from his thin lips, the bridge of his nose, eyebrows, and...

"Uh..." It wasn't too obvious pain, but because the man was too addicted to it, he couldn't help but grunt when he was caught off guard.

The smile on Ling Qianmo's face became deeper and deeper, even with some mischievous little pride, as if she had succeeded in a prank, she shook a hair in her hand, "Mr. Ye, thanks."

"Are you going to do a paternity test?" The man's face turned gloomy, his eyes staring straight at her.

Ling Qianmo nodded and admitted generously.

"No need!" The domineering voice, without a beak, "An An is my daughter, I believe."

She squinted her eyes and smiled wanton, "But I don't care if you believe it or not!"