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 felt the pain of his forehead twitching.

What kind of thing is Vivienne they don't know?No one in the Administration Department or what? I actually sent her!

She wanted to vent her emotions by shouting a few times, but it was still a hospital, and she couldn't tolerate her wanton behavior.

"I see, I will come back as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Ling Qianmo's eyes were a little bit sad.

Didn't it just break up, this man threatened her with a contract at every turn?

However, this is still her weakness, she can't resist at all.

I asked the doctor. Grandpa's current situation is not suitable for a long journey, let alone an airplane.

To solve the company's affairs, she must once again leave her grandfather in Wancheng.

Ling Qianmo gritted his teeth, very unwilling.

On the contrary, when Grandpa Ling knew, he raised his hand and knocked on her forehead angrily, his wrinkled face was serious, "Go and work if you have a job, don't worry about me. After all, I am also his father, he wants to be honest. Dare to disobey and be unfilial, unless he wants to be scolded by others in the future!"

The old man has worked hard for half his life in Wancheng, and he still has a certain network of contacts.

In addition, they are all in the business circle. If Ling Liangsheng is so utterly conscientious, no one will dare to do business with him in the future.

My father is pitted, how can he be soft to others.

"But grandpa, I can't bear you." Ling Qianmo hugged the old man's arm and acted like a baby, feeling sad.

From small to large, the warmth she enjoyed came from grandpa.

Originally, she was determined to live a happy and beautiful life for her grandpa since she was a child.

But after working for so many years, she couldn't do anything for her grandfather, so she connected him to Spring City to be with herself.

How did Grandpa Ling not know her self-blame, touched her head, "I know my granddaughter is filial, but in fact, you have this heart, grandpa is already very satisfied. What's more, grandpa now has this."

With that said, from under the pillow she took out the velvet forging box she brought back, with a ruby ​​ring inside.

"Having it with me is like your grandma with me."

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Sitting in the airport waiting room, Ling Qianmo couldn't help crying.

In fact, she knew that Grandpa said that to comfort her and wanted her to leave without any worries.

Grandma passed away early. She hadn't even seen her before, but she knew from the photos that when she was young, her grandma was a very elegant and noble lady.

The feelings of the two people can't be said to be vigorous, it belongs to the kind of long flowing water.

Warm and long.

Wiping his tears, Ling Qianmo called Ling Liangsheng.

"I'm leaving, Li Shuhang, I will talk about it, but you must take good care of Grandpa. Otherwise, even if I die, I will leave you with nothing."

After only saying this sentence, without giving the other party any chance to speak, he directly cut off the call.

Two-and-a-half-hour flight, uneasy and uneasy.

After the plane landed, Ling Qianmo was in a daze for a while.

She obviously lived here for eight years, but at this moment, she seemed to have set foot on a different place for the first time, and she was actually very confused.

After that quarrel, she and Ye Zi'an lost all communication.

In fact, she didn't know what she could do when she came back.

Even if she knew that the so-called Vivian seduction was just an excuse, what Ye Zi'an really wanted to do was to force her.

But she couldn't do anything about it, because the one who compromised first was definitely her.

She can't let herself drag the company down, let alone lose her job because of this dereliction of duty.

Ling Qianmo took the bus at the airport and it was almost eleven o'clock when he got home.

When she took out the key to open the door, she subconsciously looked across.

He should have fallen asleep at this night.

Or maybe he doesn't live here at all?

Even if she knocks on the door now, what should she say?

She has nothing to say.

Come in, take a shower, change clothes.

When she felt hungry and wanted to make some supper for herself, she heard the movement from the corridor outside the door.

There was a bang, very loud, like the sound of falling to the ground.

She held the spatula and stretched her head, but she didn't move.

After waiting for a while, there was no sound. She was a little worried, so she turned off the fire and walked to the door while wiping her hands.

As soon as the door opened, Ling Qianmo asked a strong smell of wine.

Ye Zi'an was lying in the aisle, half of his body leaning against the wall, his handsome face was full of red clouds, and he looked drunk and unconscious.

To be honest, having known her for so long, this is the second time I have seen him drink like this.

The most important thing is that he drank like this, why no one sent him back.

For some reason, when he saw him sleeping on the floor, even if he was drunk, his face remained indifferent and rigid, and an unspeakable sourness surged in his heart.

Faint, but persistent.

Ling Qianmo stood there and sighed softly after a minute.

"Ye Zi'an, wake up." She walked over and squatted down and patted his face lightly.

The man's head shifted to one side following her movements, and the man's brows were clearly frowning under the bright corridor lights.

He looked uncomfortable.

Ling Qianmo wants to leave, so just leave it alone. Didn't he say he wants to go back to the bridge?

The fingers on her side curled up slightly, she wanted to stand up and leave, but after doing ideological work for a long time, she was still uneasy.

Reached out and put the man's arm on his shoulder, trying to help him up.

But a drunk person, tall and long, and he weighs so much, how could she be able to pick him up.

I tried several times, but failed, but a thin layer of sweat came out on my body.

"Ye Zi'an, Ye Zi'an, wake up, don't sleep here, you will catch a cold." The soft voice kept calling him over and over again.

The drunk man seemed to be disturbed by his dreams. He opened his eyelids and gave her a faint look, "It's you."

Looking like he didn't want to see, Ling Qianmo really wanted to just let it go.

"You get up first, don't sleep here, you will catch a cold later." She reached out to help him again.

This time the man was quite cooperative and stood up with her movements.

It was easy to help people into the living room and sit down on the sofa.

Ling Qianmo poured a glass of water over and handed it to him.

Biting his lip and watching him finish drinking, he was silent for a while, "You seem to have drunk a lot of alcohol, do you want me to cook a bowl of sober soup for you?"

The man put the quilt on the coffee table with a crisp sound.

Then looking at her, her dark eyes flashed mockingly, and her cold eyes looked at her from the beginning, and he smiled and said, "Isn't going to the bridge to go to the bridge, passing by, and why do you bring me into your house?"

Closing his eyes, his tone became sarcasm, "I'm not afraid of my drunken sex, I am not responsible for eating you out?"

Two sentences, with thorns, wishing to make a hole in her.