The Beauty of Trial Marriage

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Ling Qianmo parked the car and came over, and the girl at the front desk took her straight to the office floor of the president.

As a result, when he arrived at the door, he was stopped by Assistant Lin again, "Ms. Ye is in a video conference, please wait a moment, Miss Ling."

"Okay." Ling Qianmo nodded and went to the lounge next to him.

A secretary brought a cup of freshly brewed coffee, steaming hot, "Miss Ling, please have coffee."

"Thank you!" Ling Qianmo thanked him, and suddenly a message prompt sounded from the phone.

She took it out and saw an unread WeChat.

Click to open, it is the voice message sent by Jenny, "Sister Ling, I just forgot to tell you. Mr. Ye gave a special explanation and asked you to list the agreement negotiated this morning as a payment, and by the way when reporting on work The agreement was signed together. President Ye didn't say what the specific agreement was, do you know Sister Ling?"

A feeling of suffocation surged up in his heart, as if someone was weighing down a huge rock.

After a long time, she slowly entered two words.

--know.

Ling Qianmo closed her eyes, her fingers flying quickly on the phone screen.

After half an hour, she got up and went out to find Assistant Lin, "Can you borrow your company's printer?"

"Yes." Assistant Lin asked her to send him the files that needed to be printed, but when he opened the attached file in the mailbox, the huge head looked up so scared that he almost clicked to delete it.

Turning his eyes to look at Ling Qianmo, he went but indescribably calm.

The big black and white eyes are crystal clear and extremely clean, making Assistant Lin feel indescribable.

His mouth moved, but what he blurted out became, "How many copies to print?"

"Two copies, thank you."

Holding the printed document, Ling Qianmo went back to the lounge and waited, without showing any disapproval.

Ye Zi'an came out from the video conference and asked where she was. When she opened the door, she saw her sitting on a chair in the lounge, resting her cheek in one hand, holding a document in the other, and looking at the cover of the document in a trance. appearance.

It was like the expression she had sitting on the flowerbed downstairs yesterday, dazed and far away, with an ethereal that he could not touch.

Ling Qianmo actually heard the door opening, but she didn't know what expression she should face, so she simply sat there and didn't move.

Then, she heard footsteps, and the man's slender legs appeared in her vision.

Ling Qianmo did not look up, and reached out and pushed the document he had been holding in front of him, "Ye Shao, this is the agreement you want, and I have signed it."

He didn't make the slightest move, Ling Qianmo paused, and added, "You can look at the specific terms. If you are not satisfied, I can add and modify. In short, everything is based on Ye Shao's request."

Ye Zi'an looked at the woman with her head down, half of her face buried in the shadow, and reached out to pick up the file.

Turning over the content inside, there was basically no change in his expression, and his tone was cold. "Party B must not interfere in all the private life of Party A after marriage. Miss Ling is really the prime minister who can hold a boat in his belly."

"Ye Shao won the prize," he had never called her Miss Ling, and when he was most angry, he just called her with the first name and last name, Ling Qianmo.But this kind of polite and alienated address seems to be a vast ocean between two people at once, "I'm just more self-aware."

Ye Zi'an looked at her without saying a word, her eyes were gentle, but the substance made her almost want to slash the floor so that she could hide in.

Ling Qianmo took a deep breath, figured out the man's mood at the moment, and said cautiously, "I think, in terms of Ye Shao's extraordinary charm, there should be no shortage of women who want to have close contact with you. Of course, I will fully With Ye Shao, whether it's pretending not to know Ye Shao so that Ye Shao can pick up girls, or showing up to help Ye Shao clean up the mess, I have no problem."

The man's eyes squinted, and there was an undercurrent.

She lowered her happy eyes, did not look at him, and naturally did not notice the change in the man's expression.

The man was condescending and looked at her face in the light and shadow, bright or dark, and opened his thin lips indifferently, "So, you would rather be Mrs. Ye who doesn't deserve the name?"

There was a few seconds of silence in the lounge.

Ling Qianmo's fingers on her lap curled up, pinched her fingertips hard, then raised her head, revealing a faint smile, and said lightly, "Although I want to be worthy of the name, it is obvious that it is more than worthy of the name. , It will be easier if not worthy of the name."

Since it was an agreed marriage, she would not allow herself to sink into the mud.

Ye Zi'an is a man she can't control, she knows this better than anyone else.

Not every prince that Cinderella meets rides a white horse, and there is also an expert with a sword.

The woman stretched out her hand and tugged at the hem of his suit with a pure smile, "If Shao Ye is satisfied with all the terms, would he sign the words now?"

Ye Zi'an didn't speak, there was a faint chill in the air.

Ling Qianmo felt that her fingers were about to be frozen into ice cubes, but she did not dare to let go.

"Is Shao Ye dissatisfied? Is there anything that needs to be modified or added, you can point it out, I..."

Before she could finish her words, the man's body suddenly fell down.

Reflexively, Ling Qianmo leaned back, leaning on the back of the chair, and was held by the arm of the chair with both hands of the man, wrapped in his arms.

"You seem to be very impatient to become Mrs. Ye." The man's eyes were full of playfulness, his thoughtful eyes fell on her face, and he smiled indifferently, "Miss Ling is used to thinking about people's hearts, but it's not suitable for negotiation."

At the negotiating table, never express your goals too clearly.

"Wh... what do you mean?" He leaned too close, and Ling Qianmo could clearly smell the perfume on his body.

Women's perfume!

Therefore, the so-called video conference just now is just an excuse.

The truth is that there are women in Ye Zi'an's office.

Ling Qianmo suddenly regretted that she shouldn't be here, or should listen to Jenny and let her come.

Or, don't come.

All the construction of the heart is as thin as a cicada's wings at the moment of knowing the truth.

"Exposing your hole cards prematurely will only allow the opponent to easily grasp your weaknesses and attack the city." Ye Zi'an smiled, "Since you are so anxious to become Mrs. Ye, then I have to consider it carefully, in case you have any conspiracy. Where's Yangmou?"

Ling Qianmo looked into his eyes, as deep as a black hole, and could easily suck away the souls of others, "Since the agreement can't be reached, let's talk about work."

The tone was paused, "Ye Shao... do you usually use this posture to discuss work?"

There was ridicule in her tone that was almost inaudible, but Ye Zi'an still heard it.

Reminiscent of Assistant Lin's excuse for the video conference, the man is sure, she knows.

"Which posture should I use to talk to me about work, isn't Ms Ling clear?"