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!Ye Zi'an didn't answer this question, but took a deep look at Ling Qianmo and then got up.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Ling Qianmo reflexively reached out and pulled.

"Hiss!" As soon as the needle piercing hand was hard, some of the needle ran away, and he took a breath of pain.

"What are you doing?" The man was nervous, his dark eyes filled with anger, he held her hand and checked it, and found that the place where the needle was inflicted had begun to swell slowly, and his face was suddenly extremely ugly. He took out his mobile phone and made a call. "Let the doctor come here quickly."

When he hung up the phone, when he turned his head, he bit the corner of his lips to Ling Qianmo, slightly aggrieved, and his original restless heart was caught off guard against being hit.

"I didn't mean it." Ling Qianmo lay down obediently, tugging at the corner to cover his face, revealing a pair of watery and innocent eyes.

People who are sick are particularly vulnerable, especially in their hearts.

"Ling Qianmo, you really want to kill yourself before you are willing to stop?" Ye Zi'an was so tempered by her deer-like eyes that he couldn't help sighing and vomiting.

"I didn't." She just didn't want to let him go, nor did she want to make him angry.

That's it.

She really had enough of the cold war during this time.Seeing him holding different women in front of her, she was really jealous.

However, it is impossible to be more tormented even to show a face as if nothing had happened.

Being sick now, relying on being a patient is like taking the opportunity to turn this matter over.

In fact, if it is really impossible to turn it over, Ling Qianmo also thinks about the next move.

"Then lie down and don't move."

"I won't move, will you stop leaving?"

"Don't want me to go?"

"Ok!"

She nodded unexpectedly, and very seriously.

Ye Zi'an felt a little flattered.

Seeing that he was so obvious, the man still didn't respond much. He bit his lip and repeated in a low voice, "Ye Zi'an, I don't want you to go. You said before that one day I will be reluctant to let you go away for a second. , Can you do it..."

Before he finished speaking, he was sealed with a kiss by the man.

Love words are not unheard of, there have been many women who took the initiative to send them to the door before, one by one who loves them to death and life.

But never once has he been so emotional, so...excited!

In a mere kiss, the man didn't even move his hands, and he didn't know whether it was because of her body or really lacking lust.

In short, when he let go, Ling Qianmo's ruddy face was even more red, like an apple, not tempting.

Ling Qianmo took a careful look at the man's expression, and the satisfied expression between his eyebrows and eyes could be easily captured.

This is... Stop getting angry!

Ling Qianmo breathed a sigh of relief, and grabbed his sleeve with his unpierced hands.

The man looked down and smiled, "Why, so afraid of me running?"

"Well," the woman nodded earnestly, "Your new friends are almost in line, of course I have to hurry up."

The man chuckled, eyebrows serious, and stared at her, "So you are still counting?"

"Xiu En Ai Xiu is here, and I am not a fish." The dull tone was a little unhappy.

Ye Zi'an squeezed her nose with a smile, "Just allow you and your ex-boyfriend to be disconnected, and you are not allowed to cheat to find a woman? In the future, Mrs. Ye, can your double standards be so obvious?"

After finally turning off the topic, Ling Qianmo was a little depressed. Is it because of illness that her IQ has dropped?

"I haven't broken the lotus root with Xiang Heng, all this is really a coincidence." Ling Qianmo stared at Ye Zi'an with watery apricot eyes and looked at Ye Zi'an with serious eyes, "Ye Zi'an, do you believe me?"

Ye Zi'an half-squinted, and a deep smile was picked out from the end of his eyes, "In the middle of the night, the lone man and the widow are in the same room and the hero saves the United States and was taken away in public. Qianqian, how do you make me believe you?

Ling Qianmo pressed her lips hard, put her cheek against the pillow and stopped talking.

Pissed off.

The man refused to let it go. He stretched out his hand and squeezed her chin and turned her face to look at him, "Ling Qianmo, Mrs. Ye must be clean, whether it is body or mind. Since you are me, you should know mine. Bottom line. My woman, must not have any unclear involvement with other men."

His speech is very slow, like an explanation, but also like a threat, and his calm tone contains tremendous pressure, "Shallow, don't force me to do something I don't want to do to you."

He said, don't force him!

Ling Qianmo's long, curled eyelashes drooped little by little, covering the sudden loss of the fundus.

After all, he did not believe her after all.

Whether she did it cleanly, he knew better than anyone else.

As for Xiang Heng, a man who has abandoned her, what is there to be nostalgic for her.

Does he think she is really the kind of person who will hang on a tree forever?!

"I'm tired and want to sleep for a while."

The woman closed her eyes, her eyelashes quivered slightly, and her white cheeks were full of peace, without a trace of extra emotion.It's like a calm sponge, without any waves.

Ye Zi'an looked at her for a long time, but couldn't see anything wrong on her face, so he reached out and tucked the quilt for her, and then dropped a kiss on her eyebrows, "Then you rest, I am here to accompany you. "

The plain tone makes people unable to give birth to the slightest charming thoughts.

Ling Qianmo's fingers hidden in the quilt slowly tightened.

Ye Zi'an, what do you mean?

She couldn't see Ye Zi'an's heart, but she had already lost her heart.

In this emotional game, she once again lost the opportunity.

Some people say that in the world of love, whoever falls in love first loses.

She lost once to Xiang Heng, and she could barely get out quickly.

But when she ran into Ye Zi'an, she suddenly realized that perhaps this time, what awaited her would be forever.

Ling Qianmo fell into a deep sleep just like that, with a muddle in his mind.

Ye Zi'an helped her cover the quilt until her breathing became even, then she got up and left the room.

The doctor came over after a short while, gave her a needle again, gave her instructions again, and left in a hurry.

In the rest of the time, Ling Qianmo basically woke up from sleep and was very confused and unstable.

Until the sky lighted up, she woke up from the nightmare again. As soon as she opened her eyes, she heard the sound of a door opening.

Ye Zi'an quickly turned on the light in the room, and walked over to look at the still confused woman, his voice softened unconsciously, "What's wrong?"

He had just been cooking in the kitchen, and when he heard her screaming, he thought something was wrong.

"I...have a nightmare!" Ling Qianmo grabbed his hand with a little force and looked uneasy.

"It's just a nightmare." The man gently patted her back. "Since I am awake, get up and eat something."

Ling Qianmo was in a daze, just... a nightmare?

Why is she so upset so real!