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!The day after the trouble with Gu Bei, Ling Qianmo went to the company early in the morning.

During this period of time, she recuperated and Jenny did a good job of handling the work on her behalf. Ling Qianmo had already sent an application to the headquarters, and she received a reply yesterday, agreeing to promote Jenny as the manager of the administration department.

Missed the rush hour, she was the only one in the elevator.

"Wait……"

There was a sudden stop outside the elevator, Ling Qianmo took a look, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and opened the elevator that was about to close.

"Thanks..." When a figure ran in and raised his head to say thank you, his eyes suddenly froze, "It's you, you work here?"

Ling Qianmo didn't expect that he would meet Mu Haruko here. She still has a good impression of this straight-forward gold lawyer.

"Lawyer Mu, good morning." Smiling and saying hello, Ling Qianmo didn't ask much.

Instead, it was Haruko Ki. After reaching out and pressing the 13th floor, he explained, "The client has a case, come over and find out."

"Oh." Ling Qianmo is not a person who likes to intervene in other people's affairs, so he simply responded when he heard it.

Mu Haruko didn't show any dissatisfaction with her indifference. Instead, she opened the topic casually, "Your injury, is it all right?"

The sun was shining today, but Ling Qianmo wore long sleeves and trousers. It should be to hide the scars on her body.

But looking at her face with gauze still on her face, the wound should not be completely healed.

"It's okay anymore, thank you for your concern." Mu Haruko is slightly taller than her, and she wears high heels, so when Ling Qianmo talks to her, she has to look up slightly.

Mu Qingzi nodded, "That's good." After thinking about it, he said again, "I don't know if Grandpa Ye's situation has improved, the fellow Zi'an, he didn't even think about telling us after returning."

"What's wrong with Mr. Ye?"

"It's not Ye Zi'an, and I don't know why I quarreled with Grandpa Ye and made my old man a heart attack." Mu Qingzi complained and glanced at Ling Qianmo, "You don't know?"

Ling Qianmo shook his head, lowering his eyes to hide his concern.

The elevator door opened, and she said goodbye to Haruko, and walked out of the elevator.

Could Ye Lao quarrel with Ye Zi'an because of her?

Behind him, Mu Haruko glanced at her left back, her eyes slightly deep.Then he reached out to cancel the button on the 13th floor and pressed the first floor instead.

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The company's business ended earlier, so Ye Zi'an returned to the Ye family's old house ahead of time.

In fact, after Ye Zi'an became an adult, he had his own house.The old house of the Ye family has always lived in Ye Lao alone, and there are several servants who serve him.

But this time when Ye Lao fell ill, Ye Zi'an was uneasy, so he stayed in the old house after returning to Jiangcheng.

The weather today is not bad, Ye Lao sits in the garden basking in the sun.

A Labrador raised in the family lay next to Ye Lao, his furry head drooped, looking very unconscious.

He just raised his head suddenly and yelled to the backyard door very excitedly.

When Ye Lao turned around, he saw Ye Zi'an stepping in on the sun.

The old man snorted coldly, turned his head and continued to lie on the rocking chair with his eyes closed.

Ye Zi'an walked over to the old man, Labrador threw over excitedly, licked his trouser legs twice, and after being kicked away by him, he obediently went back to the old man and stopped moving.

"Grandpa, did you feel better today?" Ye Zi'an went to the wicker chair next to him and sat down, and took a sip of the tea on the small round table.

The tea has been cold, and it is particularly bitter.

The old man didn't open his eyes, but he replied angrily, "Thanks to you, I can't die for the time being."

"That's good." Ye Zi'an changed to a more comfortable sitting posture, looking at the flowing clouds in the distant sky, without speaking, or knowing what he was thinking.

Perhaps because of the warmth in the sun, the cold breath on his body has faded a lot.

After waiting for a long time without seeing him speak, the old man opened his eyelids and swept him, "Smelly boy, how long do you plan to stay in Jiangcheng?"

What is Lai? Here is his house.

Seeing that he was not talking, the old man added another sentence, "Tell me honestly, did you have a conflict with Xiaoling?"

"Heh," Ye Zi'an snorted coldly, "You really like her!"

When the old man saw that he had recovered his usual cold and dead appearance, he couldn't help but knocked him with the brown-red walking stick in his hand. Just as he was about to talk, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Ye Lao glared at him, stretched out his hand, and looked at the name on the screen. An old face instantly smiled into a chrysanthemum.

Ye Zi'an glanced at the old man, got up in a posture of nothing to do with him, and left without permission.

Behind him, the old man slid to answer and shouted with a smile, "Xiao Ling, why did you think of calling grandpa?"

Hearing those two words, Ye Zi'an subconsciously took a pause, and then pushed the door away if nothing had happened.

Obviously care about it, but pretend to be.

The old man shook his head, concentrating on the phone with Ling Qianmo.

On the other side of the phone, Ling Qianmo squeezed her eyebrows. She hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help but made the call, "Lao Ye, I heard that you are not feeling well, is it okay?"

"It's okay, I'm in good health. That kid Zi'an made a fuss." Ye Lao laughed loudly, full of breath, and it did sound like he was in good health.

Hearing Ye Zi'an from the old man's mouth made Ling Qianmo's back stiff subconsciously.

Soothing came, he smiled and said, "It's fine if you are fine, then I won't bother you to rest. Goodbye Ye Lao!"

"Hey, wait a minute." Ye Lao immediately became anxious when she heard that she was about to hang up, and said with a crackle, "Xiao Ling, tell your grandfather if the stinky kid Zi'an bullied you. Tell me, Grandpa is up to you, clean up that stinky boy, and let him apologize to you."

Ling Qianmo was speechless. There was nothing right or wrong about this matter. "Lao Ye, he and I... you may have misunderstood. We... have nothing to do with you."

"Xiao Ling, I know, this stinky boy in our family has a bad temper, just like a big ice cube. He must have done something to make you angry and made you say this. Tell your grandpa, grandpa I must vent your anger, I..."

"Lao Ye, thank you. It's just..." Ling Qianmo really didn't know how to explain to the old man, she could feel it, and Ye Lao liked her very much.

The old man frowned and noticed the deliberate alienation and indifference in Ling Qianmo's words, his face sank slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Stop talking, I will let this kid go back to Spring City and apologize to you now."

Ling Qianmo, "..."

"If you still refuse to forgive him, then I will personally come over and apologize to you."

The old man's words shocked Ling Qianmo, "Lao Ye, it's not...hey...hey..."

Holding the hung up phone, Ling Qianmo held her forehead helplessly, she really only cared about Ye Lao's body when she called.

But in this way, would Ye Zi'an feel that she had ulterior motives and used Ye Lao to suppress him.