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!Seeing him, Ling Qianmo was a little surprised, but soon recovered, "When did you come back? Did you just arrive? Or..."

"Why aren't you at home?" The man interrupted her with a cool tone.

It seems that he arrived last night, and it's really a shame that he can bear it until now to question and let her sleep well.

During this time, she had a good rest and worked smoothly, so she was in a good mood.

Faced with the man’s question, he could still laugh, with a warm brow, "This is also my home, and...you are not here."

Thinking of the photo I received, it was actually a bit like a throat.

I just don't want to ask, I don't want to make the relationship more rigid.After all, they are just newly married young couples!People are all newlyweds as sweet as honey. Even if she can't be as sweet as honey, she doesn't want to make herself more sour than vinegar.

"I'm not here?" The man's handsome face was condensed, his eyebrows were gloomy, "Can you use this to explain that you don't come home at night, do you want to use this to explain that you are going out of the wall?"

But just didn't lie on his bed waiting for him to come back, why did the red apricot come out of the wall?!

But Ling Qianmo's pressed temper came up bit by bit, and his attitude became a little cold. "There is an urgent matter at my company waiting for me to deal with it. You look tired. Take a rest at home."

Speak up, and prepare to leave sideways.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he pressed it to the side, making it immobile on the wall.

"So anxious, to meet your old lover?"

The mocking tone instantly ignited Ling Qianmo's anger.

She looked at Ye Zi'an with great spine, "Are you planning to play with your ex-boyfriend for a lifetime? Since you are so concerned and worried that I will give you a cuckold, you should not sign and agree not to marry me. I didn't take it. The knife rests on your neck to force you, all this is your willingness. Ye Zi'an, you can't blame me."

She actually said that he can't blame her!

There is no explanation, but justified!

He really fucked married a white-eyed wolf!

"So, are you confident now?!" Ye Zi'an's tone was cold and unreasonable.

Ling Qianmo pushed away his hand, "My company has something to do, so let's leave first. If you are so worried, I don't mind changing the marriage certificate to a divorce certificate!"

To perfect him, but also to let yourself go!

Leaving this sentence, the woman went straight into the elevator.

Looking at the jumping elevator numbers, Ling Qianmo completely collapsed on the elevator wall.

To be honest, she really felt that the relationship between her and Ye Zi'an was like a mess.

He didn't love her, but he was willing to marry her, and he was always worried that she would cheat on him and cuckold him.

She loves him, but she doesn't want to marry him, and she has to marry him.But less than half a month after she got married, she began to divorce her heart.

It is estimated that a strange couple like them is rare in the world.

But what can she do.

A Xiang Heng was a thorn in his heart. She couldn't remove the thorn because he really existed.

She had been with him for eight years, and now Xiang Heng also occupies a very special place in her heart.She couldn't tell Ye Zi'an confidently, she had forgotten Xiang Heng, and she had no place for that person.

She can't do something like a lie.

However, she has only one Xiang Heng, but he has countless "Xiang Heng"!

When the elevator reached the ground floor, Ling Qianmo took the car and drove straight to the company.

As soon as she entered the company, Jenny rushed over in a hurry, "Sister Ling, what should we do? We just checked and there is no one to use."

"What did the printing company say?"

"They gave feedback that there was a problem with the ink cartridges. They have held the subordinate business accountable, replaced the ink cartridges, and restarted printing. However, even if they worked overtime, they couldn't complete it in time."

"Are there other printing companies that can be used?"

"Yes, there are, but I am worried that even if the printed things are the same, there will always be differences. In case someone sees it and thinks that we are favoring one another, then..."

Ling Qianmo frowned, this was indeed a problem.

Designers of each company have different perceptions of color systems. Coupled with the differences in machines and technologies, it is difficult to achieve consistency.

If the difference is not discovered, it is nothing. Once discovered, it is indeed easy for customers to have bad ideas.

"Let the printing company make the first batch before dark, and I will figure out the rest." Ling Qianmo said, turning around and leaving.

Jenny didn't dare to delay, so she immediately called the printing side.

Half an hour later, Ling Qianmo parked the car at the door of Xiangyang Culture.

When the girl at the front desk saw her coming, she immediately smiled into a flower, "Sister Qianmo, you are here."

"Is Xiang Heng here?" Ling Qianmo asked straightaway.

The girl shook her head, "Zong Xiang didn't come to the company today."

"What about Senior Li?"

"Mr. Li went on a business trip and will be back next week." Seeing that she was a little worried, the girl couldn't help asking, "Sister Qian Mo, is there something urgent? Or, I'll call Mr. Xiang for you. Phone?"

Ling Qianmo bit her lip and shook her head, "Forget it, I'll do it myself."

It’s hard to justify asking someone for help, but asking someone to call for help.

"Are you busy, I'll leave first, you can come to me if you have nothing to do on the weekend." This girl's home is out of town, and there are few friends here, so Ling Qianmo left a sentence when she left.

Putting on the Bluetooth headset, Ling Qianmo dialed Xiang Heng's phone while driving, but it took a while to answer.

"Hello?" The voice was very hoarse, and only a single syllable was uttered, leading to a terrifying cough.

Ling Qianmo grabbed the steering wheel's fingers and tightened, "Are you... sick?"

I think so too, if it wasn't for physical discomfort, how could he not go to the company.

"Qian Mo, it's you!" A hoarse voice, an uncontrollable cough, but Ren Jiu could hear a hint of joy, "Is there anything going on looking for me?"

It was true that something was going on, but seeing that he was very ill, he couldn't tell.

"It's okay." Ling Qianmo downplayed, "You are so sick, have you seen a doctor?"

In fact, she probably didn't know him.

Looking at the capable scenery, this man is the male god in many women's hearts, but he doesn't know how to take care of himself at all. It is not an exaggeration to call him a life idiot.

He doesn't actually get sick very often, but every time he gets sick very seriously.The high fever did not go away, but he didn't even know that he was feverish.

Sure enough, the other side said to Heng Yun lightly, "I'm fine, it's just that I'm too tired during this time."

"Are you at home?" Ling Qianmo gave up arguing with him.

"Hmm." Xiang Heng paused before saying, "Are you coming over?"