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 glass bottle in Ling Qianmo's hand was still on her neck, frowning, she was calmer than before, "Ye Zi'an."

"Want me to send him to the hospital?" The man looked at her blankly, "Your own life is not a matter of course, so does his life make you care?!"

"Will you give it away?"

The man spread his hand, his face was so warm that there was almost no trace of a smile, "You are... like this, how can I not send it."

He said that he took a step forward and got closer to her, ready to step forward and grab the glass bottle in her hand at any time, "Qian Qian, I promise you so much, can you put it down?"

"Sure, I……"

Ling Qianmo didn't really want to just wipe his neck like this, but was forced to desperate by Ye Zi'an.

Just as she was about to let go, a person suddenly fell out of the crowd, as if being thrown out, and rammed directly towards Ling Qianmo.

Ling Qianmo's glass bottle was still against his neck at this time. If he was hit, the consequences would be disastrous.

Everything was caught off guard.

Ling Qianmo hadn't had time to react, the person had already bumped into him.

"what……"

With a short exclaim, Ling Qianmo closed his eyes and dared not look at all. He only felt that the bottle in his hand seemed to be caught by someone, and then the person was pressed against a hard chest.

After half a minute, she reacted and raised her head, and saw that she was being held in her arms by the man. The man's hands were firmly grasping the sharp shards of the glass. The bright red blood was winding down the glass and dripping on the floor in front of her. .

"Ye, Ye Zi'an..."

"What's the matter? I hope that the person who saved you is Xiang Heng, not me? Being saved by me made you so wronged?" Without saying thank you first, my eyes were red.

Ling Qianmo bit her lip and looked at the wound on his hand, ignoring his harshness just now, "You are injured, I will accompany you to the hospital for a bandage."

She used all her strength when she broke the bottle just now, and she didn't know if there was any glass slag on the sharp edges.

"Okay!" The man stared at her for a long time before he said yes.

***

The doctor checked it and there was nothing wrong with the injury on his hand, just don't touch the water during this time, just pay attention to changing the dressing.

On the contrary, Xiang Heng was beaten severely, broke a rib and needed to be hospitalized.

The man was very silent on the way home, sitting on the right side near the door of the car, leaning his head on the back of the chair, closing his eyes and not talking.

Ling Qianmo didn't know if he was too tired or didn't want to talk to her.

Assistant Lin drove himself, looking back from the rearview mirror from time to time, shaking his head again and again.

When he got home, the man pushed the door and got out of the car, leaving her with an arrogant and indifferent back.

Ling Qianmo was a little tired, closed his eyes again, and then prepared to get out of the car.

"Madam." Assistant Lin suddenly said, stopping her movement, "I don't know if I should say something?"

"Just say anything."

"Actually, it doesn't matter how you have conflicts with the president. If you close the door, you are still a family." Assistant Lin looked at her with a tactful tone.

But Ling Qianmo could understand that he was saying that she shouldn't threaten Ye Zi'an with her life for an outsider.

In fact, she also knew that she would undoubtedly misunderstand everyone, especially Ye Zi'an.

However, she couldn't help but watch Xiang Heng being beaten to death.

"You... why are you there?" She actually wanted to ask at the beginning.

"Originally we were talking about a cooperation, but someone suddenly sent a photo to my mobile phone, and the president just left those people here." Assistant Lin took out the phone, found the photo and handed it to Ling Qianmo.

The woman stretched out her hand to take it, glanced at the screen, her pupils shrank slightly, and when the corner of her lips was about to overflow with a mocking smile, she heard Assistant Lin speak again.

"The president is here, not catching the traitor." Assistant Lin saw through her expression, "The president is worried."

After a pause, he added another sentence, "Since the wife disappeared last time, the president will be worried when you go out alone."

Let alone go to such a place where the three religions and nine currents converge, and things may go wrong at any time.

While standing in the hallway to change shoes, Ling Qianmo was still thinking about what Assistant Forest had just said.

The light in the living room didn't turn on, so she went all the way upstairs and into the bedroom.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom and the man was taking a shower.

Thinking of the doctor's instructions, she walked over, raised her hand to knock on the door to remind her, and stopped just now.

After Ye Zi'an came out of the shower, he saw the woman sitting at the end of the bed with her legs bent, her hands hugging her calves, and her chin resting on her knees.

The long hair falling down blocked half of her face, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, but she didn't look back at such a big movement when he opened the door. Either she was too absorbed to hear it, or she didn't want to care about him at all.

Thinking of the latter possibility, the man wiped his hair and tidied up. His black eyes overflowed with layers of black waves. He raised his hand and threw the veil over.

Ling Qianmo was in a trance, suddenly being hit in the head by anything, it didn't hurt, but it was enough to wake her up.

I reached out to grab it and found that there was a towel on his head. Looking at the man standing there with a towel wrapped in a bath towel, water was dripping on his black hair, I understood what he meant by throwing the towel over.

He stood up with a towel, his legs were numb after being bent for too long. When he first stood up, he shook a bit, but quickly stabilized, walked over and stood on the bed to wipe his hair.

The man was facing her, looking at her small and exquisite slap face, his expression was cold and indifferent, he could not see reluctance, but he was definitely not willing.

After wiping her hair, she retracted her hand and prepared to go down and put the towel, but her hand was suddenly caught and she frowned involuntarily.

The man's even more displeased voice sounded, "Why don't you say if you are injured?"

"It's okay, a little bit..." The man, knowing she was injured, pulled her arm so hard.

Thin lips pursed and smiled coldly, "Not a small injury?"

"I……"

"Sit obediently." The man reached out and pressed her to sit on the edge of the bed, got up and went to the closet to search for it, and took out the medicine box. "I can deal with the injury on my face. I will call the doctor later on the arm."

"What about your heart?"

"Ok?"

"Ye Zi'an," she called his name very gently and slowly, looking at him, "Why do you have to lock me by your side? There are many people who are married and divorced, not to mention that I said at the beginning I don’t need your responsibility anymore. We have had some good memories. If we separate now, I can still remember them. I don’t want to wait for one day to forget all of these and consume everything to talk about them.”

"There is hatred behind love, but Ye Zi'an, I don't want to hate you, and you... don't force me to hate you, okay?"

She seemed to be in pain, and she seemed to be too tired. When she said these words in a soft breath, she could hear the weakness and tremors.

But the man seemed to catch only one of the words, his pupils trembling fiercely.