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's illness, after a day's drip, plus sweating, almost healed the next afternoon.

After another night's rest, I went to work in vigor.

As soon as he arrived at the office, Guan Han came up gossiping, "How about it? Is it done?"

Ling Qianmo knew exactly what it meant.She held her cheek and thought for a while, a little unsure, "It should be... be it!"

What does it mean? As a woman, a man doesn't know if I can't get it done.

Guan Han was obviously disgusted, but thought that this case would depend on Ling Qianmo, so he closed his face again, and smiled very caringly, "Work hard, man, there is nothing you can't fix in one love. Then twice."

Ling Qianmo's face turned blue.

The boss who blatantly let her sell her body, Guan Han was really the first to break the ground.

Moreover, in terms of Ye Zi'an's endurance, once or twice, people may not look at it.

Guan Han made a big deal, sat alone for a while, and then processed the accumulated mail in the mailbox. When he looked up, it was already ten o'clock.

I was about to get up and stretch my muscles and bones, when the phone on the desk rang suddenly.

Ling Qianmo glanced at the unfamiliar number on it, frowned slightly, and finally picked it up, "Hello, who are you?"

"Hehehehe, Xiao Ling," Ling Qianmo was holding the cup to pour a glass of water, and the kind laughter suddenly frightened her and almost dropped the cup in her hand.

This voice... Ye Zi'an's grandfather!

Ling Qianmo froze suddenly.

She moved her lips several times before she managed to find her voice, "Ye... Ye Lao."

"Hehehe, I didn't expect your child to remember my voice, okay, so good." Old man Ye said two okay in a row inexplicably over there, and then said, "Is there any time, let's meet." "

She is still in a cold war with Ye Zi'an, is she going to see her parents over there?

What is this unfolding?

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Chinese-style classical teahouses, pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, full of charm.

In the tea room filled with the fragrance of tea, an elderly man was sitting cross-legged on a soft futon, with a set of fine teapots in purple clay in front of him, waiting for the water to boil.

When Ling Qianmo arrived, he saw two bodyguards with big waists and black suits and sunglasses covering half of their faces standing at the door, and suddenly tightened the backpack straps on his shoulders a little nervously.

Seeing her approaching, the black-clothed bodyguard stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the tea room, the fragrance of tea came, alleviating her tight nerves.

Ling Qianmo nodded at them and walked in.

When the old man in the tea room raised his head when he heard the movement at the door, he happened to collide with Ling Qianmo with a slightly restrained look.

"Hahaha, Xiaoling, you are here, come in quickly." The old man's old face was full of smiles, like a chrysanthemum swaying in the mist.

Gray-haired, kind and kind, just like her grandfather.

Ling Qianmo was still a little nervous, and instantly relaxed completely.

"Lao Ye." After greeted respectfully, she knelt down on the futon opposite the old man.

The water on the induction cooker just started, Ling Qianmo naturally wrapped the handle with the veil, took the inverted teacup, and started to warm the pot.

From the moment Ling Qianmo came in, Mr. Ye's eyes fell on her without taking it back.

Seeing her polite but respectful greeting, with a friendly smile, and when she sat down in the kneeling posture that respected her elders, the expression of satisfaction in her eyes became stronger.

When the water boiled, he still wanted to try her, who knew she had automatically picked up the kettle and started making tea. Naturally, she did not deliberately please her. Obviously, she was used to doing these things, completely conditioned.

This child is clever and thorough, neither arrogant nor hypocritical.

Elder Ye defined Ling Qianmo in his heart, touched the snow-white beard on his jaw, and laughed, "Unexpectedly, you still make tea?"

"Grandpa also liked to drink tea before, so I went to study specially." Because the old man asked, Ling Qianmo answered casually. After speaking, he reacted, making tea gestures, biting his lip and feeling a little uneasy, "Sorry. I'm used to making tea for Grandpa, but I didn't expect to make a fuss in front of Ye Lao."

Elder Ye smiled happily, "Girl, don't be so restrained, I have no other meaning in asking you to come here, just to meet in person. And your tea-making craftsmanship is very good, much better than me."

"..." Ling Qianmo couldn't hear whether he was deliberately complimenting, or he said casually. After considering it for a while, he replied, "Ye Lao praised."

Seeing that she still couldn't let go, Elder Ye didn't force it.

He knows that his aura is too aggressive, and few juniors can completely let go of his hands and feet in front of him, of course, except for the bastard in their family.

However, Ling Qianmo's ability to remain calm in front of him made him admire.

You must know that he founded Yehang International back then, and has developed into today's Jiangcheng, a large enterprise with all over the country, relying on the means of killing and decisiveness. Naturally, the breath on his body is not something ordinary people can parry.

"How old is Qian Mo this year?" Elder Ye asked casually to ease the atmosphere.

Ling Qianmo was cooking the tea, and knew in his heart that Elder Ye had mostly asked casually. He might have investigated her affairs clearly, "Twenty-seven."

"Okay, our boy at thirty is just right for you."

Ling Qianmo pursed her lips and smiled without answering.

"Did you have a conflict with that kid Zi'an recently?" Old man Ye asked gently.

Ling Qianmo's tea-pouring hand lost strength, the tea splashed out, and the hot water temperature instantly dropped several red spots on the back of her hand.

She didn't expect that Elder Ye would even know this.

Could it be that he was here specifically for this matter?

"Don't be nervous, I just asked casually." Aware of her nervousness, Old Man Ye smiled again and took a sip of the cup of tea she poured him. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, admiring him. "The craftsmanship is really good."

This praise came from the heart, Ling Qianmo could hear it.

When she signed up to learn tea art, the teacher who taught her once said that her temperament is very suitable for making tea.

Gentle and demure, and elegant.

"It's fine if Mr. Ye doesn't dislike it." Ling Qianmo put down the teapot and put his hands on his legs, "Lao Ye may have misunderstood, Ye Zi'an and I actually..."

Ye Lao raised his eyes swiftly, and Ling Qianmo's eyes were too sharp, making Ling Qianmo stunned. If he hadn't finished speaking, he couldn't say anything.

She couldn't help but smile. She couldn't lie at all in front of such an old man who had experienced the world.

It's like in front of grandpa.

They are insightful, wise and perceptive, and there are no lies that can not be exposed in front of them.

"Girl, you like our Zi'an, don't you?"