The Beauty of Trial Marriage

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Ye Zi'an took off her coat and put it on her, "Come in first, drink some hot water, and speak slowly." While helping people into the house, he shouted, "Qin Ma, make a cup of hot milk."

He sat down on the sofa, hugged her shoulders tightly, felt her body tremble, and felt distressed again, "What happened? An An?"

"An An?" Ling Qianmo murmured and repeated, his eyes widened, and he grabbed his sleeve, "An An, save An An, An An was kidnapped."

"What?" The man's gloomy eyes narrowed fiercely, and a silent, cold breath spread in the living room.

Mother Qin came over with the milk, her hands trembling when she was frightened by the breath, "Miss Ling, let's drink a glass of milk first."

"Qian Qian, don't worry, I won't let An'an have something to do." Ye Zi'an took the milk, put it in Ling Qianmo's hand, and went to the balcony to make a call.

In the living room, Ling Qianmo was holding a milk cup, her warm touch spread from her palms to the depths of her heart, but the eyes that were covered by thick and long eyelashes flashed.

After a while, the man returned after the phone call, and his hand fell on her shoulder, "I have asked someone to find it, and the police have also notified me that there will be nothing wrong with An An. You can rest here, An An. Leave it to me."

"Don't go." The weak boneless hand grabbed his wrist and prevented him from leaving. The slender fingertips were as cold as ice, their eyelashes trembling, "Ye Zi'an, don't go."

The woman's face was pale, and the panic on her face made the man's face more gloomy.

Ye Zi'an stretched out his hand and hugged her, "Okay, okay, I won't go, I won't go. Don't be afraid, it's okay. An'an will be okay, I will rescue her safe and sound."

Being held by him, Ling Qianmo was a little uncomfortable, frowned subconsciously, but unconsciously grasped his clothes tightly with her fingers, "OK...OK."

"Tell me, what happened?"

A deep voice rang in her ears, Ling Qianmo's eyes widened and her lips trembled severely.

The bloody nightmare, An An's well-behaved sleeping face, and those dirty and cruel plans.

The gloom that she hid in her memory and didn't want to face, was pulled out by a word of him, and came to mind clearly, stirring her emotions.

For a moment, the headache was splitting.

"No...no..." She suddenly pushed him away, and she didn't even react. People rushed out the door.

Ye Zi'an was caught off guard and was pushed aside by her. When she was stunned, she saw her running out of the door.

"Shallow..." The man got up to follow, but was almost hit in the face by the door closed with his backhand.

When he opened the door to chase out, Ling Qianmo had already started the car and left.

"Shallow...Shallow..." Ye Zi'an was panicked. This panic was very rare for him, and it only appeared less than three times from beginning to end.

The first time was when his parents had an accident. The second time was when Ling Qianmo went to court seven years ago. This was the third time.

Ye Zi'an turned to the garage, drove a car and chased Ling Qianmo.

Ling Qianmo stepped on the accelerator all the way, and on the winding road, the car was rubbing the edge of the road at a very fast speed, driving around in danger.

She originally thought she could.

She said that she didn't hate him, just didn't want to see him, and could be treated as a stranger with a past.

She can do anything to get revenge, to get justice.Even if you use him, take advantage of his care for An An, and apologize for her, of course.

But when those emotions rushed to her heart together, she realized that she couldn't do it.

She hated him, hated his cold blood, hated his repetition, hated his uncertainty.

He refused to love her when she needed his love most.But when she didn't need it least, she did her best to love.

That kind of untimely unwillingness derives into resentment, and in the end it becomes a sin that entangles each other.

She can't tell the difference, and can't resist.

The man kept calling, and she could still see her car behind her in the rear mirror.

When she answered the phone, a man's depressed roar came from the other end, "Shallow, stop."

She didn't speak, just turned the steering wheel by instinct.

Ye Zi'an lived in the half-mountain villa. There was only one of his villas. Although the winding road was steep, there were no other vehicles passing by, so she drove quickly all the way, but there was no accident.

In the car, Ye Zi'an was full of regrets. Knowing that she was willing to beg him, it was a compromise that had stepped on her pride and self-esteem. He shouldn't have asked her that.

Letting the child be kidnapped under her nose, she should be so regretful and painful, he really shouldn't let her remember, let her pain again.

"Qian Qian, I assure you that An An will be fine. But you are emotionally unstable now. Do you want An An to be rescued, but no mommy?" She drove like this, and it would be a car accident sooner or later. thing.

squeak!

The car made a piercing brake sound and stopped on the edge of the cliff.

Ye Zi'an's hanging heart suddenly loosened, and then stepped on the brake.

Ling Qianmo opened the car door and came down and looked at the man striding over. He didn't know where to put his eyes, a little incoherent, "Sorry, I...I'm so worried, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he was pulled into his arms by a hand, and almost embeds her into his chest with great force, "Shallow, don't do this." His voice was terrified, and there was bone erosion. Regret and guilt, "Do not let yourself take risks at any time. Shallow, I will protect you, and I will protect you for the rest of my life. No matter what you want to do, I will help you achieve it."

Ling Qianmo was held in his arms, and after a while, he slowed down. He looked at the familiar Bentley Shangmu behind the man and said lowly, "Even if I let you kill, will you go?"

Her chin rested on his shoulders, and her voice sounded particularly weak, "Even if that person may be the person you care about the most, can you handle it?"

The man's hand touched her short hair, and a short, deep smile came from his chest, "No one cares more about me than you, so follow me back." He looked at her face and traced her facial features with his fingers. , Wanted to smooth the crease between her eyebrows, "Leave it to me about An'an and other things to me."

"Okay." She nodded, a smile on her lips, "Ye Zi'an, remember what you said today."

Withdrawing from his arms, he took two steps back and looked at him, "Then I will go back and clean up. If and if the kidnapper calls me, I will notify you."

"I'll send you back." Ye Zi'an grabbed her arm, and with the other hand already went to the car door, he emphasized again without a beak, "I'll send you."