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!The cold sweat wet the sideburns, and the brain that had been stunned by the alcohol began to gradually recover its clarity, Ling Qianmo sat up on his back.

Because of the heavy rain, the water flowed down the car window, blurring the approach outside the window, as if the relationship between her and Ye Zi'an was so hazy that people could not see clearly.

"Drinking must be unhappy?" Ling Qianmo pointed a finger at the car window, and followed the trace of the water, "Actually, I am very happy."

Xiang Constantly looked at her, "It may not be for others to drink, but you definitely are."

Eight years is actually enough for him to remember some of her little habits.

"Xiang Heng, do you still like Xia Xueying?" She didn't know why she asked this question.

"I like you."

With a sudden confession, Assistant Lin slipped, and Sun Jian, the son of the car, slammed to the right. Ling Qianmo was thrown out by inertia and almost hit the car window.

Fortunately, Xiang Heng reached out in time to put his arm around her waist, and took the person into his arms.

If the president knew, the wife made her ex-boyfriend hug and hug her thighs...

Assistant Lin didn't dare to think anymore and drove the car more carefully.

His stomach hurts so badly that Ling Qianmo stopped struggling, and simply leaned on Xiang Heng's shoulder.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, Ling Qianmo was almost unconscious in shock.

Xiang Heng bent over and carried her out. Assistant Lin hurried to get an emergency. Xiang Heng sent Ling Qianmo into the emergency room and heard Assistant Lin say to him, "I just called the president and he listened. Said that Madam entered the hospital and said that she would come immediately, Mr. Xiang..."

"It's okay, I'll wait here for a while." Xiang Heng turned around and sat down on the bench beside him.

If Ye Zi'an really cared so much, she would not let her be alone, let alone make her feel so bad that she needed to be drunk.

Feeling very irritable, Xiang Heng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and was about to light it. Only then did he remember that this is a hospital and there is a special place for smoking.So just dangling like this, no ignition.

Assistant Lin watched by the side, eyebrows jumping from time to time.

He always feels that if this continues, his wife will be abducted by other men.

Soon, the doctor came out of the emergency room and Xiang Hengcun stood up and went over, "How is she?"

"Are you a family member of the patient?" the doctor asked, taking off his mask.

Before Assistant Lin could speak, he listened to Xiang Heng said, "I am."

Eyebrows couldn't help but jump again.

"The patient has a very serious stomach problem. As a family member, you should pay attention. How can you let her drink so much alcohol? If you have any problems, communicate and discuss it. Drinking can hurt your body. You should pay attention in the future.

"Okay, trouble you, doctor."

At this moment, Xiang Heng didn't look cold and fierce.

Ling Qianmo was quickly pushed out from the hospital bed, and the trial clothes on her body were replaced with clean hospital gowns.

But thinking of the heavy rain before, he turned his head and said to Assistant Lin, "Qian Mo was soaked in the rain before, and her clothes were all wet. Could you please go home and bring her a clean underwear."

Assistant Lin, "..."

If the president heard it, his ex-boyfriend told him to go back and get his wife clean underwear...

Just thinking about it makes my back chill.

"I am here with her, don't worry." Seeing him hesitate, Xiang Heng added another sentence.

I'm only worried if I'm with you.

Assistant Lin smiled politely, "It's okay, the president will be here soon. After he arrives, it will not be too late for me to go back and help the wife prepare."

Xiang Heng took a deep look at him, did not speak, and followed Ling Qianmo who was sent out to the general ward.

In the ward, Ling Qianmo's face was still very pale, he fell asleep with his eyes closed, and his brows frowned slightly.

The stomach still hurts, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to press, but just lifted the one that was taking the drip.

Worried about running the needle, Xiang Heng reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing it in his palm, "Shallow Mo, don't move."

The gentle tone, the staring gaze, those feelings he deliberately sealed in his heart seemed to be infinitely amplified at this moment.

Especially the kind of pain spreading from the bottom of my heart, densely packed, as if thousands of steel needles were nailed.

He looked at Ling Qianmo and wanted to take this girl back for the first time.

If he hadn't been indistinguishable at the beginning, if he was not so stubborn and self-righteous, maybe she is his wife now.

But he knew that nothing could be done again, not to mention that she was already married.

But seeing her unhappy, he felt distressed.

"Xiang Heng?" After struggling with his hand, Ling Qianmo woke up in a daze, saw a person sitting next to the bed, blinked and distinguished a few times before calling out his name.

The tone was very weak, and he couldn't hear much emotion, but Xiang Heng still noticed the loss inside.

He raised his hand, rubbed her head, and the wet shirt stuck to his arm, "If you feel uncomfortable, close your eyes and sleep for a while. If you fall asleep, it won't hurt."

"It's okay, I don't hurt." Ling Qianmo smiled gently, and broke free of her hand calmly.

Xiang Heng didn't care either, and naturally retracted his finger, and then looked at her and said, "Qian Mo, if I wasn't so unconscious at the beginning, are we already married?"

"Xiang Heng, you know that there is no if in this world." Ling Qianmo's eyes were very quiet, and there was no emotional ups and downs.

It has already passed between them, he knows, but he is a little unwilling.

"I have never seen you so unhappy. If you are so uncomfortable following Ye Zi'an, you can leave him."

As soon as his voice fell, a cold and thin voice rang out at the door, "Hooking up with other people's wives with their husbands on their backs, Xiang Shao is really good education."

The man was wearing a straight suit, and Xin was standing at the door in a long posture, as tall as loose, with a gloomy and cold aura.

He carried a household bag in his hand, so he met Xiang Heng's gaze.

Being so lightly ridiculed by a man, Xiang Heng was not angry, but said indifferently, "Throwing away his wife alone, what is Ye Shao's urgent need to do in such a thunderstorm?"

"Xiang Heng." Ling Qianmo's voice suddenly intervened, "Your clothes are wet. You should go back and change one. Don't catch a cold."

Ye Zi'an glanced at the woman on the hospital bed with a cold expression and verbal concern, "So reluctant, why not just accompany him back to change."

Ling Qianmo's lips were pursed, and finally he swallowed the breath in his heart.

"Qian Mo, I'm going back first. From now on, don't drink so much alcohol."

"it is good."

Looking at Xiang Heng's back, who left without turning back, Ling Qianmo blinked, tilted his head and closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Standing by the bed, Ye Zi'an looked at the woman who closed her eyes and went to sleep as soon as Xiang Heng left. The sternness on her face almost dripped water.

"Ling Qianmo, did you deliberately?"