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!Ling Qianmo looked at him for a while, then slowly stood up from the sofa, "Ye Zi'an, are you following me?"

"You have to think so, I won't explain." He seemed to answer casually, as if to suppress the faint mockery of anger, a pair of deep eyes always locked in her.

She burst into a smile suddenly, and after turning off the bizarre lights, the smile was so brilliant that it almost blinded a group of people.

However, only the man knows that the bright smile is an angry smile, "You don't explain? Oh, you don't explain it."

She looked at him so dark as to drip water, and with cold eyes that seemed to freeze people, "Ye Zi'an, do you not explain, or do you not want to explain, disdain to explain, or...cannot explain?!"

"Which one do you want?" He looked at her with low eyes, his tone cold.

She shook her head, raised her hand to cover her eyes, "I don't know."

She didn't know, she didn't even know what he was thinking.The man hid herself too deep, she couldn't see through, guessing blindly, made her feel very tired.

"I don't know, then go home first, thinking about it until you know." He stretched out his hand to pull her.

Ling Qianmo looked like a frightened rabbit. He took two steps back quickly to avoid his fingers, fell on the sofa, and looked up at him blankly, "Go home? Which home? Hongfeng Garden? Or Qingcheng Villa? "

"Qian Qian, when do you want to make trouble with this matter?" He frowned and looked at her with an unprecedented indifference in his eyes, suddenly like a stranger, "I said, let you not mess with me. Go by yourself. Or force me to take you away?"

When he heard these words, his eyes, which were originally blank, seemed to have a hand removed the dense fog that had been lingering under his eyes, making those big black and white eyes crystal clear in an instant.

She looked at Ye Zi'an and smiled, "Okay, Ye Zi'an, I won't force you, so let's get together and get together."

Ling Qianmo slowly lowered her head, raised her hand to pin the falling hair behind her ears, revealing half of her cold face, "You suspect that my ex-boyfriend and Ou broke together to catch the rape, I suspect that the old relationship between you and my ex-girlfriend is rekindling Jinwu Cangjiao. You see, there is no trust between us at all, and we can't survive at all. It's better to let go and let each other make a living."

The expression on Ye Zi'an's face disappeared little by little, and his brows were covered with a haze that almost overflowed. The temperament of his whole person was instantly replaced by hostility, becoming strong and compelling, and the words he said were extremely calm, "Really? When you have the ability to get rid of me, talk to me about terms."

"Now, come home with me." The man stepped up to her, reached out and grabbed her by the shoulder to lift the person up.

"Ah..." the woman whispered, and the pain in her shoulder blade made her frown.

Ye Zi'an happened to pinch her injured left hand in the same position.

Almost at the moment when she screamed, Ye Zi'an let go of her hand, and a look of worries crossed her eyes with harsh eyes, "You..."

boom!

A fist nearby flew over and hit the corner of his lips, staggering the man's straight body.

"Ye Zi'an, she said she wants to break up, don't you understand?" Xiang Heng stood in front of the woman, "Forcing a woman to stalk her, it seems that it is not the demeanor that Ye Shao should have."

"Get out of the way!" As he spoke, the man had stood up, with blood on the corners of his lips, but his temperament was still calm and he didn't seem to be disappointed.

Xiang Heng did not move, looking at him coldly.

Ye Zi'an's brows moved, looking at the woman who shrank behind him without any expression, and then said in a mocking voice, "If I have to beat you down to take her away, I will fulfill you."

Ling Qianmo's eyes moved, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the man gently shook his hand, his pupils were wide, and before he could stop him, he saw the bodyguard brought by Ye Zi'an rushing up fiercely.

"Ye Zi'an..."

In the woman's scream, Xiang Heng had been knocked to the ground, he had been punched several times in the face, and his body was kicked. I don't know how many feet.

"Ye Zi'an, you let him go, I'll go back with you." Ling Qianmo rushed over and grabbed the corner of the man's clothes, but looked at the beaten Xiang Heng in panic and worry.

The anger that was pressing in his heart was soared by a cold wind, spreading from the bottom of his heart, watching her without concealing her worried face, smiled coldly, "So when I just asked you to go back, You should follow me back obediently. Now beg me for him, what do you think I will do?"

He watched, the blood on the woman's face faded bit by bit because of his words, until it disappeared completely.

Pulling his fingers at the corners of his clothes, he loosened them one by one, as if he was about to let go of something that had been held firmly in the palm of his hand.

She looked at him with an unfamiliar and wary look in her eyes, and she seemed to be able to see a trace of hatred when she looked closely, just as she did when she woke up in his bed the first day.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The woman stepped back a little bit, pulling away from him, her face was cold and indifferent, "I don't know what you will do, but I know that if you want to kill him, then I will definitely die before him. "

After speaking, he grabbed the wine bottle on the table and knocked it hard, the splashing glass shards cut through the back of her hand, and the woman pointed the sharp part of her backhand at her carotid artery.

"Ling Qianmo!" The man's voice could already hear the scent of gritted teeth. The eyes soaked in ice slag fell on her hand, and the nerves seemed to be stung by something sharp. "You Are you sure you want to show in front of me that you want to live and die with him?!"

She heard his irony, cold, deep, and sharp.

Her hand shook, and the sharp glass immediately pulled a blood stain on her slender neck.

"Shallow..." The man looked at her face under the long black hair, as white as a ghost, and even dared to distract herself with that kind of thing. She was really not afraid of death for Xiang Heng, right?

Xiang Heng has always been looking at her, his eyes hurt and shocked, "Qian Mo, put down the things in your hands. I'm fine, don't hurt yourself."

The wound on my neck is actually not deep, but it is still painful, especially the glass still has alcohol residue, which makes it even more painful.

Ling Qianmo raised his head, looked at the man trying to approach again, and handed forward a few points, "Ye Zi'an, don't come over."

"Let him go, I'll go back with you, isn't it okay?" Almost already begging.

"Okay!" The man curled his hand to his side into a fist, obviously trying to restrain it. "You put down the things in your hand, and I will take you to the hospital."

Ling Qianmo did not move, nor did he put down the things in his hands.

"Ling Qianmo, don't you know that your neck hurts? Do you have to die in front of me for him?"