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!When Ling Qianmo woke up the next morning, he didn't see Ye Zi'an.

Inexplicably, she felt relieved.

Ye Zi'an really hired a caregiver for her, a little girl in her twenties, who seemed to be from the countryside, looked very simple.

When I saw her for the first time, I praised her for being beautiful.

If someone else said it, she still thought it was polite, but the little girl's eyes were so sincere, which made her a little embarrassed.

After having breakfast, the little girl cleaned up the inside and outside of the ward, then came over and asked her, "Miss Ling, do you have anything you want to do?"

After the doctor came to check up this morning, she said that she could get out of bed and move around. Although she could not go, she could go out to get some air.

However, she didn't want to go out. She didn't take a bath for so many days. She felt itchy and uncomfortable. She went out for fear of getting someone else.

"Or, I'll get some hot water and wash your body?" The little girl opened her round eyes and looked straight at her.

Is the smell on her body really so rich?!

Ling Qianmo was so embarrassed that she couldn't wait to pull the quilt to wrap herself up, ashamed to see people.

As if she didn't feel her embarrassment, the little girl's tone was brisk, "I always scratched my back when I watched you sleep last night. I guess you were injured and couldn't take a bath. It must be uncomfortable. Today's weather Yes, let me scrub for you, go out and go around."

"Cough..." With a light cough to resolve my embarrassment, even if I feel awkward, I can only endure it at this time, "Then... trouble you."

When the little girl looked up and saw her blushing face, she understood, "Oh, don’t be embarrassed, my job is to take care of you. And I’m also a woman, and I have everything you have. You don’t know. In our village, the bathing is in a public bathhouse, and a group of people wash together. You people in the city pay attention to, hehe, I closed the door and locked it, so that we are the two, you will not be embarrassed."

A group of people take a bath together, this scene is embarrassing just to think about it.

The little girl was cheerful, talked a lot, and said whatever she thought, she locked the door with her hands and feet swiftly, and started scrubbing her with hot water.

Ling Qianmo was a bit awkward at first, but then gradually relaxed. After all, it was really comfortable to be able to scrub.

After scrubbing, the little girl changed her clean clothes again, then asked the doctor for a wheelchair, and pushed Ling Qianmo to walk downstairs in the garden.

For half a month, he has been breathing the smell of disinfectant water. At this moment, he could feel the fresh air, and Ling Qianmo was grateful to tears.

The two went around in the garden, and it wasn't until almost noon that the little girl pushed her back to the ward.

But not wanting, ran into Xiang Heng at the elevator door.

The man held a large bunch of bright red roses in his arms, and the petals were still stained with drops of water. They were fragrant, warm and brilliant, which attracted the attention of many people.

Just as Ling Qianmo wanted the little girl to avoid it, Xiang Heng had already looked over, and the two long legs wrapped in the suit trousers walked over in twos and threes, "Qianmo, can you get out of bed?"

Looking at the rose handed over, Ling Qianmo only felt like a hot potato. He didn't accept it, and he didn't accept it.

Finally, he reached out and took it.

Everyone was in full view, her character really couldn't let Xiang Heng not come to the stage in public.

Holding a large bunch of red roses and squeezing the elevator, Ling Qianmo felt the feeling of being the focus of everyone. He only felt that he would have to be poked a few holes by those curious or envious eyes.

After finally returning to the ward, the little girl was about to help her lie down on the bed, so she heard Xiang Heng say in a deep voice, "I'll come."

Then he leaned over, picked her up and put her on the bed.

The movements are gentle and cautious, and his cold temperament is 10,000 inconsistent.

"Xiang Heng, you..." Ling Qianmo pursed her lips, trying to say something.

However, the man suddenly raised his eyes, glanced at her cheek, and said in a calm tone, "Qian Mo, I decide to pursue you again!"

***

Ye Zi'an was keenly aware that Ling Qianmo's attitude towards him changed.

It was as warm as a glass of boiled water, no matter what he couldn't make any ripples.

Obviously at first, although she was also very mild-tempered, she would still show her claws and scratch you occasionally. There was a sense of tenacity in her stubbornness, and she would yell at him and lose her temper. When she was upset, all emotions were written on her face.

Such Ling Qianmo, vivid and energetic, made him feel vivid.

But now, she is very docile, almost deliberately greeted, following the rules, knowing and interesting, and knowing how to make him unable to fault him.

However, he felt that something was missing.

For example, he could easily handle the pile of official business and rushed over, but she was only half lying on the bed reading, and she would only look at him when he opened his mouth, other times it was as if he didn't exist at all.

The man squinted his eyes into a long and narrow arc, looked at her gentle and quiet look, gave a chuckle, the steady tone of indescribable insinuation, "Can get along with Xiang Heng happily, but even look at me I'm too lazy. He says he wants to chase you, so you can't wait to get rid of me?"

"I can't stop others from admiring me, but I also said that I know who I am, so I won't mess around." Ling Qianmo's eyebrows frowned, she quickly unfolded, and said lightly, "I am discharged from the hospital. I want to find a job again, fashion design, and lost my paintbrush for so many years, so I want to read a book and make up for it."

Ye Zi'an didn't speak, watching the woman lift up the book safely again, reading each page carefully.

He was suddenly jealous of the book, and she looked at it more seriously than she did with him.

The man walked over, took the book from her hand and put it aside, squeezed her soft boneless hand, playing with her fingers one by one, "Since I'm sick, I'll take a good rest. The book will be discharged from the hospital. Look again."

"Good." It's just a book, and she doesn't want to argue with him because of it.

"Why suddenly want to do costume design?"

After reading many books for a long time, she was actually a little tired, and she was lazy when she talked, "Xia Xueying can become an internationally renowned new designer if she stole a sketch from me. Then if I, an original creator, come out, I should be able to Get a lot of prizes."

She doesn't care about the fame, but it is very important to her if she can develop better.

She was an understatement, but the man saw through the meaning behind her words, and couldn't help but feel the pinch of his heart, a little painful.

He sat on the bed, hugged her tightly, and kissed her on the forehead, "Mrs. Ye, you are so desperate, making me very frustrated."

"?" Ling Qianmo didn't understand.

"As a man, wouldn't it be sorrowful for his own woman to rely on it."