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!People say that Ye Gongzi is personable, gentle and elegant. In addition to his relatively cold temperament, he is also a representative figure among the rich.

But I didn't expect it to be like this in private.

It's really shameful to do something with women.

As the doctor examined Ling Qianmo, the more he felt that Ye Zi'an was simply a beast in clothing.

With the bruises on his body and the obvious bruises on his forehead, he was nearly beaten to death, and Ye Shao was embarrassed.

No wonder Mrs. Ye has to run whatever she says!

The doctor kept looking down, and Ye Zi'an naturally couldn't see his abdominal defamation, but he was a little worried after seeing him check for so long, "How is she?"

"Madam is cold, and the wounds on her body are not treated in time, and she has some inflammation, so the high fever will not go away." The doctor did not go to see Ye Zi'an when he was speaking, for fear that the contempt in his eyes would be too obvious and he would be killed. , "I will prescribe some fever-reducing medicine for my wife. These days, pay attention to take a good rest and rest, and eat some light and nutritious food to replenish the body, and it will be fine."

After speaking, he seemed to be worried, and added, "Shao Ye, Madam's current situation is not stable, you... still exercise a little restraint."

He originally intended to let Ye Zi'an restrain his temper. After all, Mrs. Ye ran away from home and it was an earth-shattering mess, and it was a bit of a scent to Ye Shao's face.

He was able to beat people like this before, but it is hard to guarantee that he will not now.

But Ye Zi'an obviously understood other meanings, and his face instantly became depressed.

Does he seem to be desperate and dissatisfied, he is still interested in such a sickness?!

He gave Ling Qianmo an intravenous drip. After the two bottles of intravenous drip were finished, the doctor removed the needle and prescribed some more medicine. After waking up, Ling Qianmo remembered to feed her and left.

After the doctor left, Ye Zi'an sent the others and started cooking porridge in the kitchen.

Halfway through, when I heard movement in the bedroom, I immediately turned off the small fire and went in.

Ling Qianmo woke up, opened his eyes and saw the familiar scene, the corners of his lips were inexplicably bitter.It seems to have been foreseen long ago, but somewhat unwilling.

She knew she couldn't escape, so she took some thoughts.Unexpectedly, he was caught back so soon.

When Ye Zi'an rushed in, she was a little thirsty, so she opened the quilt and got out of bed to find water.

Who knew that he had just suffered a serious illness, and he had a fever, and his legs fell to the ground with limp, which shocked the man who was cooking porridge in the kitchen.

Ye Zi'an came over in distress, hugged her back to the bed, and stretched out her hand to straighten the messy hair on her forehead, but her head turned long.

The man's eyes are a bit complicated, his apple rolls, "What do you want, I will help you."

"I want to drink water." The man's tone was extraordinarily gentle, but there was no extra expression on Ling Qianmo's face.

Ye Zi'an poured water in and fed it to her lips.Ling Qianmo drank it obediently. After a fever, her body was so dehydrated that she drank a little urgently.

Accidentally choked, the man said in a distressed and anxious voice, "Drink slowly, no one will rob you."

Ling Qianmo drank the water, looked up at him, then lowered his eyes, without speaking.

"Are you hungry? I have to make the porridge and have to wait a while. If I'm hungry, I'll get you some fruit and put it on first."

"No, I just... want to take a bath."

It is very inconvenient for Jojo to take a bath. It is a public bathroom.She has been there once and never wants to go again.

I have been enduring the absence of washing for the past few days, and I didn't feel it at first, but today I got a high fever and sweated all over my body. It was sticky and very uncomfortable.

"I'll help you." The man leaned over to hug her, and said only three words.

Ling Qianmo twisted and avoided his hand, "I can."

The language is mild and the taste of rejection is obvious.

She actually said more clearly, why should he be like this? Anyway, if he doesn't love, just let her go like this, and he won't lose anything.

But she didn't ask, since he tried his best to catch her back, naturally he didn't want to let go.

Whether it was because of face or something else, Ling Qianmo understood a truth.

——Unless he gets tired, she can't leave.

The man didn't speak, but just started to arrange her hair.

Ling Qianmo shook his head, dizzy, "I want to wash my hair."

"You have an injury on your head, so you can't get water." She wouldn't let him help, and she would definitely encounter it when she washes herself.

Ling Qianmo twitched the corners of her mouth, "I have injuries everywhere."

In fact, after running out of the hospital that day, the road was slippery on a rainy day. She fell down on the next slope and rolled down the slope.

Fortunately, there was no car on the heavy and rainy road that day, or she would have died under someone else’s wheel.

Hearing her careless words, Ye Zi'an felt unreasonable distress and guilt in his heart, and gently hugged people into his arms, "Qian Qian, that day...I was wrong."

Ling Qianmo stiffened and let him hold him. Even if he was hiding, he still had the ability to hold her full, so why waste his energy.

She is very tired and tired now. Whatever he says is fine, even if he wants to do it now, she won't resist.

The woman didn't stop talking from start to finish, and she cooperated abnormally, but Ye Zi'an could feel the resistance and disgust in her heart.

The man was holding her into the bathroom, with warm water in the bathtub, she was lying down, and the man was washing her hair.

After everything was done, the man's clothes and trousers were mostly wet. He carried her out and put it on the bed. He still gave priority to her before changing his clothes.

"The porridge is probably ready, you lie down for a while, I'll bring it."

Ling Qianmo didn't refute, Yiyan lay down.

Even though she treated her indifferently, the man did not show any impatience, as gentle as spring breeze.

But Ling Qianmo knew that these were just appearances, and they were temporary.

When he loses his interest and becomes impatient, everything will still be the same as before.

When Ye Zi'an came in with the bowl, he looked at the mockery of Ling Qianmo's mouth clearly in his eyes, did not speak, walked over to sit on the bed, scooped a spoonful of porridge and blew it to her mouth. I will apply medicine to your wound during the meal, and the doctor has left some medicine, and I will take it after the meal.”

"I can come by myself." Ling Qianmo did not open his mouth, and reached out to get the bowl.

The hand holding the bowl moved back a bit, avoiding her stretched hand, but the spoon stubbornly stayed on her lips.

Silent stare at each other, no one will let you.

In the end, Ling Qianmo was the first to compromise and let him feed her.

After taking a few bites, she lost her appetite, but seeing a man who did not finish eating, he forced her to eat up, so he could only hold on.

After eating, she took cold medicine again, and when Ye Zi'an applied medicine to her injury, she was already asleep.

When a call came in, Ye Zi'an quietly exited the room and took the door to the study to answer the phone.

The moment the door closed, the person who was sleeping on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes that were as cold as water were so indifferent that there was an indescribable smell.

It's like seeing everything through, soaking in the vicissitudes of life.