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 stared at the closed door for a long time before turning to the balcony, clutching the edge, watching the black SUV gradually disappear in the night.

She didn't know who the caller was, as if she never asked him about computer passwords when she was awake.

She thought she would be sleepy, but she didn't expect that after the man left, she suddenly became sober and could be called excited.

Back in the bedroom, Ling Qianmo took out the marriage certificate from her bag, looked at it, and then dialed Li Nan.

Low voice, no taste of joy, "Senior, I am married."

"Oh, get married..." The half-dream and half-awake voice stopped abruptly, and then screamed in surprise, "What did you say, are you married? With Ye Zi'an?"

Ling Qianmo suddenly pulled out a smile, and saw that she was surprised not only by his marriage.

"Yeah." She was silent for a while before she said, "Go to prove it this morning, you know, I don't have any friends. I always want to find someone to share with you about marriage. So, forgive me for waking you up in the middle of the night. Right."

Li Nan hesitated for a moment before he said, "Since you know it's midnight, didn't your family haunt your bridal candle?"

"He's out." Ling Qianmo smiled lightly, "Say it's... something urgent."

Li Nan suddenly realized that even if he could speak well, he didn't know what to say at this moment.

The air suddenly became quiet, and Ling Qianmo grasped the phone, tightening his fingers inch by inch.

Then there was a woman's low grunt from the other end of the phone, like a dream but not awake.

Ling Qianmo cut off the phone abruptly, without giving Li Nan any sign.

After hanging up the phone, she was still standing on the balcony, without moving for a long time.

Why did you call Li Nan, really just to tell him that he was married?

It's hard to say when, but I have to choose midnight.Or, why must it be a phone call, or post WeChat.

The neatly manicured nails clasped the edge of the balcony, and the strong nails were partly peeled off. The pain was painful. The blood stained the fingertips, leaving a mark on the balcony.

However, she didn't notice anything.

She just looked at the vast dark night, a little abruptly at a loss.

What should a wife abandoned by a newlywed husband do?

Ling Qianmo didn't know what others would do. All she knew was that she picked up the phone again and dialed a number.

The other side rang twice and was picked up in a very quiet environment, "Why are you calling me so late? Is something wrong?"

"Gu Bei, can I ask you to do me a favor?"

***

Ye Zi'an did not come back that night.

He also said that he had been on a business trip for a week, and it has been ten days, but he has not returned.

Ling Qianmo had some sorrows from the original fortune to the later complexity, and then to the present.

Even if she knew he didn't love her, but got married, even if it was just an agreement, she hoped that the two of them could live a life of an ordinary couple.

Coming out of the meeting room, the process of the thank-you reception has been basically finalized, the venue has been determined a long time ago, and the design of the invitation letter has also been completed, waiting for the printing to be delivered to the customers.

"Jenny, count the words of those people in the company. They write very well." In order to show their sincerity, they decided to write the invitation letter in the name column on the head up.

Jenny handed her a list, "I knew it when I decided to write by hand. These people on the list have learned calligraphy for a while, and the handwriting is the best in the company."

"Well, communicate with them in advance, it may be more difficult at that time." Ling Qianmo glanced at some of them, and she had some impressions, and the words were indeed very beautiful. "You tell them, at the annual meeting at the end of the year, I will Give them a big red envelope."

The phone rang the text message prompt, Ling Qianmo waved her hand to let her go to work first, and turned to the office.

Unlock it easily and click on the SMS.

A photo popped out.

Ling Qianmo was stunned at a glance.

She closed her eyes, moved her fingers, and was about to choose to delete, just as a call came in.

The caller ID interface covered the text message interface. Ling Qianmo looked at the name flashing on the screen, smiled helplessly, and answered.

She should have known long ago that she was not qualified and had no position to force anything.

"Are you back?" There was no mood swing on Ling Qianmo's face, but his tone was a bit tired.

"Not yet, the plane at 8 o'clock in the evening, right now on the way to the airport."

Ling Qianmo checked his watch, "Then what time will you arrive, do you want me to pick you up? Or, should I wait for you to have dinner?"

"Don't wait, I may not be able to come back today."

"Oh, good." Ling Qianmo didn't understand, if so, why should he call.

Did you know that someone sent her that kind of photo, so you called to test her attitude?

She had said that even if he was married, she would not care who he wanted to sleep with.

In the evening, Ling Qianmo came home from get off work and returned to her home.

I didn’t want to cook, so I soaked myself a bucket of instant noodles. I fry an egg and a few slices of bacon with pickles from the refrigerator I don’t know when.

He said that he might not be able to come back, so she directly understood that not to come back.

What would happen if he came back and found out that she was not there?!

She did not expect that she was just thinking about it casually, and she actually became a proverb.

When Ye Zi'an got home, it was already past three in the morning.

The man's precious eyebrows were stained with exhaustion, and he was dusty, but there was a hint of expectation in his expression.

However, this trace of expectation disappeared without a trace when he stepped into the bedroom and turned on the light and found that there was no petite figure he imagined on the bed.

As soon as he is away, she won't come home at night, what do you think of this place?Hotel?!

***

The next morning, Ling Qianmo was awakened by the alarm clock.

I stretched my waist and sat up, went to the bathroom to wash, and when I was about to leave, I suddenly hesitated.

She was really scared, she just saw Ye Zi'an when she opened the door, what should she do?

But what should I do if I didn't see her after opening the door?

When she was hesitating, the phone in her bag rang suddenly.

"Sister Ling, something went wrong. The invitation letter we handed in has been sent, but the quality and effect are not even a little bit worse than the proofing time. What should I do? If we reprint it again, I am afraid it will be too late."

"You let the people from the printing company wait for me, I'll come over right away." Ling Qianmo said as he opened the door and went out. "In addition, immediately notify the colleagues in the sample department to check to see if all the invitations are unavailable. . Try to pick the part that can be used first, fill in and mail out the customers who are located far away, and wait for me to find a way for the others.

The door opened, and the tall man stood at the door.