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!"Since you don't want to take it seriously, then I will find someone who can take it seriously to be responsible." Ling Qianmo was calm, unaffected by his anger.

Yuan Mu's face changed again and again, and finally he was pulled and sat down by the manager of the public relations department Lin Han.

"I don't know which planning company Ling plans to invite, and our public relations department has to negotiate with the people over there in advance." He handed Yuan Mu a slightly restless look, and Lin Han smiled and looked at Ling Qianmo.

It really deserves to belong to the public relations department, and he can still laugh at this occasion.

Ling Qianmo spit out four words, "Xiangyang Culture."

Yuan Mu sneered almost as soon as her voice fell.

I thought she was so selfless, and her emotions kicked their planning department away just to make room for her ex-boyfriend.

"Mr Ling, this..." Lin Han is thinking about another aspect, "Xiangyang Culture has been caught in a plagiarism storm recently. The industry has basically refused to deal with them. At this time, we ask them to plan an anniversary celebration and a thank you reception. Push yourself to the cusp of the storm, this... I'm afraid it's not so good."

Ask a company with a history of plagiarism to do the event. Isn't this discrediting yourself?!

Ling Qianmo sullenly, "This is the decision of the headquarters. If you have any comments, please feel free to report to the headquarters."

She didn't have any favoritism on this point. The annual meeting Xiang Heng held last time was indeed chic and novel, and the headquarters was very satisfied.

So this time, when she suggested to ask a professional event company to do the planning in order to be cautious, Owen at the headquarters naturally recommended Xiangyang Culture.

A meeting ended up unhappy.

After the meeting, everyone left in anger, especially the people in the planning department. Jenny could almost imagine how they would arrange Ling Qianmo within the company next.

"Sister Ling, you... are you okay?" Jenny stopped the person who was about to leave with some worry.

Ling Qianmo turned around, "What's the matter?"

"During the meeting just now, you were... a bit strange!" Even if Ling Qianmo is demanding at work, he would not swear so harshly.

Ling Qianmo was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help frowning. She thought she was in good control, but she seemed to be affected.

Shaking her head, she turned and walked out.

As soon as he got out of the meeting room, the newly recruited secretary Emma walked over, "Mr Ling, Mr. Ye from Ye Hang International is here, in your office."

office?

Thinking of the bunch of roses thrown in the trash can, Ling Qianmo couldn't help but feel a headache.

Going back in a hurry, I saw the man leaning on the corner of her desk, his eyes falling on the roses in the trash can with a smile.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he didn't lift his eyelids, "It seems that you don't like roses."

In the tone, there is no dissatisfaction.

"Yes, I don't like things that are too ostentatious." She walked in, walked to the desk from the other side, and sat down. "I don't know if Mr. Ye is coming, what's the point?"

As if he hadn't heard her question at all, the man leaned over gracefully, stretched out his distinct fingers, and drew a card from the bouquet.

"It seems that you shouldn't watch it."

Ling Qianmo's fingers gripped the signature pen tightly, "I saw it."

"I saw, and asked me what am I doing?" The man suddenly turned and pressed down, put his hands on her sides, and circled her in his arms. His dark and deep eyes stared at her closely. After a while, he was dull. The voice sounded, "After all, what are you making?"

Ling Qianmo leaned back subconsciously, don't open her eyes, her words were cold, "Mr Ye is too worried, I just simply don't like it."

What can she do, and what she is qualified to do.

The indifferent smiley face is gentle but obviously unhappy, and the brows are refreshing, without making people feel responsive.

She wrote all the unhappiness on her face, without pretending, but it made him feel extra cute.

My heart suddenly softened. The man stretched out his hand and squeezed her cheek, "Don't like it, just change it next time."

"Let's go, accompany me to dinner." The man stretched out his distinct fingers and interlocked with her white and onion fingers, leading her up and walking outwards, "I waited for you for almost half an hour, and you think about it. Think about how to compensate."

He waited half an hour for her to make up, then she waited for him all night?!

She felt awkward at the thought that he might have touched another woman with this song last night.

The fingers broke free and escaped from between his fingers, his expression still mild, "Mr. Ye, this is the company, the influence is not good."

"Heh..." The man listened to her with a soft but arrogant tone, but he was a little teasing.

The man stretched out his big hand, unpreparedly, pressing the back of her head and pressing against his lips.

Ling Qianmo was teased by him and was ashamed and annoyed by the deep French kiss. He was always worried about whether someone would suddenly push the door and see this picture, and what rumors would come out of the company.

Feeling the woman's inattentiveness, the man's fingers pinched her waist, "You dare to get distracted when you kiss me, Ling Qianmo, you really owe it."

"Ye Zi'an, can you stop making trouble here."

Generally, when she called him by name and last name, it proved that she was really angry.

Ye Zi'an leaned down lightly, and kissed her again before giving up, "I will eat with me first, and talk about it the other nights."

Ling Qianmo stood there and didn't move, still resisting in his heart.

"Do you have to force me to do you here?!"

The woman pressed her lower lip hard and reached out to hold the man's forearm, "What do you want to eat? As compensation for waiting for me, I invite you."

Thinking of some actual situations, I added, "You pay."

"..." She invited him to dinner, but asked him to pay. What was that.

However, Ye Zi'an was inexplicably relieved when she looked on her face for granted.

Spend money for your own woman, as long as she is happy, it doesn't matter how you spend it.

The two came out of the office arm in arm and swaggered out of the company, not knowing how many people saw them.

Ling Qianmo didn't want to guess what kind of words would come out after the event, anyway, he was high-profile enough at the annual meeting, and now it will not have more impact than that.

She just wanted to get rid of him quickly, and she always felt awkward when confronted with him.

The place to eat is not far away, just a western restaurant across the street.

The man is holding a knife and fork and slicing the steak elegantly. Whether it is a gesture or a good taste, it is the grace of a noble son.

The invisible light radiating from the whole body has attracted the attention of many ladies in the restaurant.

Ling Qianmo was obviously a little absent-minded. When cutting steak, he always cut and stopped.

After looking at her repeatedly, she didn't notice anything, and the man's heroic eyebrows gathered slightly.

"Eating with me makes you so reluctant?"