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!"Oh." Ling Qianmo replied dullly, and immediately became happy again, "It's okay, grandpa, don't go back when you come, just stay with me here, OK. If Ye Zi'an bullies me in the future , You can give me a head start."

Old Ling smiled, took a tissue to help her wipe the overflowing water from the corners of her lips, full of affection, "I think he is very caring about you, how could he possibly bully you."

"Grandpa, have you... met?!" In a hesitant voice, she didn't expect that the first meeting between Grandpa and Ye Zi'an would be in this way.

He stroked her face, "He brought me here, of course I have seen him. He is a very nice young man with a very good life experience, and he cares about you too." It's just his grandson. Daughter, all her emotions can't be hidden from his wise eyes, "Momo, don't you want to be with him?"

When she heard the words Ye Zi'an, there was resistance in her eyes subconsciously.But this resistance is extraordinarily complicated, as if it was hesitating to care about it, but not dare to approach easily.

He guessed that something must have happened between the two of them.

Ling Qianmo froze for a moment. He didn't expect his emotions to be seen through by his grandfather so easily, "I want to divorce him!"

The girl’s face was a little pale, and she could even see some forbearing pain between her eyebrows. It seemed that it was not just physical pain, but also other...

As for what there was, Old Ling couldn't see it, but he could see that she didn't want to say it, so he reached out and tucked the quilt for her, "Get tired, close your eyes and rest again. This will make your recovery faster."

Just after the operation, with such a serious injury, I was indeed very tired.

So Ling Qianmo pursed her lips and smiled softly, and grabbed Ling Lao's hand in her hand, "Then, grandpa, don't go, just stay with me here, OK, let them add an extra bed..."

Speaking of the back, the voice gradually became quieter, and the fingers grasping Ling Lao gradually loosened and fell asleep.

She was already weak, she held up her spirit and said this for a while, and when she closed her eyes, she fell asleep almost every second.

Old Ling pulled his hand back, turned his head and looked at the door of the ward, his voice lowered, "Don't plan to come in?"

A second later, the door was pushed open, and a man with a long stature and a cold face walked in.

The powerful aura slowly spread out in the ward, but after Ling Lao turned his head just now, he never looked at him again, and focused on the girl who was sleeping on the bed.

Ye Zi'an walked over and stood by the bed, his dark and deep eyes staring at the delicate but haggard face.

"Have you heard what she said just now?" Ling Lao's old but low voice sounded.

Ye Zi'an moved a chair and sat down by the bed, stretched out her hand, and covered her weak boneless hand, her fingers with distinct joints entangled with her tender white fingertips, carefully avoiding the needles stuck on the back of her hand .

It's winter, and even though the heating is on in the ward, the hand that gives the injection is extremely cold.

Ye Zi'an just clutched her, and said calmly, "I heard it, but I won't divorce her."

"Momo is not a person who is easily emotional. Since she chooses to marry you, she will never be without feelings. Since she is married, she will not just end it casually."

In the example of her parents, Ling Qianmo's attitude towards marriage was extra cautious, which he knew from the beginning when she kept refusing his approach.

Ye Zi'an raised his hand and touched her cheek, gently gestured, and smiled lightly, "There is some misunderstanding, I will explain it clearly to her."

After speaking, he turned to Ling Ling again, his indifferent handsome face could see the distinct seriousness, "I once told my grandfather that she will always be my Mrs. Ye. As for what Qian Qian wants, I will try my best. , Give it to her."

"Do you know what she wants?" Ling Lao looked at him, his eyes were not sharp, his tone was not too sharp, but it gave people an invisible oppression that people could not ignore or escape.

——Do you think, how much do you know about her?

Xiang Heng's question sounded abruptly in the man's mind, making him press his lips slightly, but the smile on his face remained undiminished, "No matter what she wants, I can give it."

***

Ling Qianmo stayed in the hospital for ten days. After the doctor suggested that he could go home and recuperate, he immediately went through the discharge procedures.

The clothing conference is imminent. During this period of time in the hospital, the overbearing man Ye Zian forbids her to hold a pen, and she still owes more than ten design drafts.

Fortunately, she was idle during the hospitalization period. She already had a general idea in her mind, and it was easy to draw.

However, on the first day she was discharged from the hospital, she rushed Ye Zi'an to work. She locked herself in the study to draw the design draft until she was too sleepy and sleepless. Even the man was still painting after working overtime. She immediately annoyed her and carried it back to the room under the watchful eyes of Ling and Ye. She was so embarrassed that she almost quarreled with him.

Later, the man warned her with a stern face, that he would draw up to two sheets a day, and then confiscated her brushes, and Ling Qianmo stopped.

The day was approaching noon, Ling Qianmo had the last bit of line coloring left. This design draft was finished. He was about to finish before eating. Who knew that the door of the study was suddenly pushed open, and Ye Zi'an came in with a black face. Not to mention pulling her arm up and dragging it out.

"Eh eh eh, what are you doing, I haven't finished drawing yet?" The man's steps are not too big, it should be for her to be dragged away, Ling Qianmo is still angry.

"When you draw design, you draw design. Don't look at the time? Is it reasonable to let two elders wait for you to eat?"

Ling Qianmo, "..."

Well, as a junior, it's really rude to let the elders wait.

But they can eat first. She has the last bit left. After the drawing is finished, it will be passed to them to make a pattern. It will only take ten minutes, and it will not take too long.

But she also knew how overbearing a man was, so she struggled a bit, and when she saw him not let go, she didn't speak any more, and went downstairs.

Just from sitting down, it was obvious to show him his face.

If Ling Lao picks up vegetables for her, she will say thank you sweetly.

Ye Lao picks up vegetables for her, and she will serve the old man with soup in a kind and gentle manner.

Only Ye Zi'an picked vegetables for her, and she just gave them back to him without even looking, obviously unhappy.

The man felt that she was relying on two more patrons, and she was injured and he couldn't clean her, so he shook his face more and more.

"Momo, when is your clothing conference scheduled? Then we old guys will go to join you." Ye Lao sipped the soup served by his grandson and daughter-in-law with satisfaction, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

Ling Qianmo opened her mouth and was about to answer, when she heard the man on the opposite side spit out, "New Year's Day!"

She was shocked and glanced at him, "How do you know?"