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 held the quilt and did not speak.

"Okay, then I'll go see if Grandpa is asleep, I guess his old man should be happy to take me in for one night."

What Ling Qianmo was most afraid of was that he went to his grandfather, bounced off the bed, and rushed to open the door, "Ye Zi'an, don't you..."

The door opened, and the man leaned back on the door frame to see her come out. He glanced at her, "I didn't say go now, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

"You..." This man has repeatedly refreshed her perception with a shameless degree.

The man opened the door naturally, and said while unbuttoning his clothes, "I'm in a hurry. I didn't bring my pajamas. You can find one for me and you can barely wear it first."

Then he took off his shirt, still on the bed, strode towards the bathroom.

"Ye Zi'an..."

The answer to her was the closed bathroom door.

Squeezing her fist, she really wanted to ask, what did he mean by what he said in the morning, did she really understand it wrong?!

There was a shopping mall not far from where Ling's family lived. She didn't want to find Fu Yu, and couldn't let him wear his sleepiness, so she could only go out at night to buy it for him.

Fortunately, it is not too late, and the mall has not closed yet.

It is rare to see the moon in the deep winter night, like a silver plate, hanging in the sky.

The moonlight is like mercury and silk yarn, flowing down, adding a bit of mystery.

After choosing two sets of men's pajamas, Ling Qianmo hurried home.

When passing the gate, a car attracted her attention.Not only because the license plate and the model of the car are familiar, but also because the car is shaking very ambiguously.

Car shock?!

Ling Qianmo was a little embarrassed, the car stopped less than three meters in front of her, and passed by each other when she wanted to go back.

But she didn't want to pry into people's privacy, or was treated as prying into privacy.

While hesitating, the phone in the pocket of his jacket rang suddenly.

The sudden bell pierced the quiet night, and obviously everyone who should be alarmed was alarmed.

After answering the phone, the man's voice was low and dissatisfied, "Where?"

"Don't let me prepare pajamas for you?" Ling Qianmo said while holding up the phone, walking forward calmly, "Hurry up, I'll be back soon."

When passing by the car, he did not squint, as if he hadn't seen it.

However, just as she passed the front of the car and was about to enter the gate, she was stopped.

"Ling Qianmo..." The middle-aged man's voice was dull and ambiguous after passion.

Ling Qianmo paused, curled up his fingers holding the paper bag slightly, without turning his head, "Something?"

"You just..."

"I'm not interested in taking care of your bad things," the indifferent voice said indifferently, "However, you really can't change your shit."

She really thought that Fu Yu was his true love, so that he could abandon his wife and daughter for her.

Now it seems that the sentence is probably true, the best is not obtained, and the more passionate is secretly.

Man!

Ah!

With emotion in his heart, Ling Qianmo carried the paper bag and walked away without looking back.

As soon as he entered the house, he was still bowing his head and changing shoes, and a shadow on the face had already pressed over.

He hugged her into his arms with a wet arm, felt the coolness entwined with her body, and couldn't help but frowned, "What should I do if I get a cold at night?"

"That's not you..."

"Qian Qian, you know clearly, I'd rather not wear anything."

Anyway, take it off if you wear it!

Reading the subtext behind his sentence, I couldn't help but redden my ears, and the loneliness between the eyebrows was dispelled a lot, but it was still enough for a man to detect the trace.

"What happened?"

Her expression was very cold, but it was different from the indifference when she faced him in the past, as if she was completely disappointed in something, or even disgusted to the extreme.

"It's okay." Ling Qianmo shook his head, withdrew from his arms, and stuffed him with the paper bag he was carrying, "Mum, this is the pajamas I bought for you. I will wear it tonight, and I will wash it for you tomorrow. a bit."

"Qian Qian, what's the matter?" The man frowned, stretched out his hand and pulled her arm.

Her appearance doesn't seem to be all right.

Just as the door opened again, Ling Liangsheng pushed the door in, and saw Ye Zi'an topless, only wrapped in a bath towel, holding Ling Qianmo's hand.

The expressions of both of them were a bit unsightly. He was inexplicably guilty, but his stern face first made a noise, "Qianmo, what are you doing at this late hour? Do you want to wake up your grandfather?"

Ling Qianmo glanced at him, his eyes were pale, making Ling Liangsheng feel guilty again.

A few minutes, like a few hours later, it was so long that Ling Liangsheng couldn't help but left first, only to hear Ling Qianmo say indifferently, "It's late, go to sleep."

Turning around, not looking at the expressions of the two men behind him, stepped up the stairs.

Ye Zi'an pressed her thin lips into a straight line, nodded faintly at Ling Liangsheng, and followed upstairs.

***

No words for a night.

As if to realize that she was in a bad mood, Ye Zi'an didn't bother her with anything.

Ling Qianmo sleeps well all night.

Early the next morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, I heard someone knock on the door.

"Miss, are you awake? A gentleman came outside and said he was looking for you." The servant's voice sounded outside the door.

Ling Qianmo stretched under the covers, "Wake up, did he say what his name is?"

She has no friends in Wancheng, and who would come to her early in the morning is still a man.

"He said his last name was Xiang." She also said that as long as she told her this last name, she would know who he was.

Last name Xiang, Xiang Heng?!

His eyes widened suddenly, how could he come.

The man who was sleeping next to him also opened his eyes at this time, with a little cold smile on the corners of his thin lips, Zhan Zhan's black eyes looked at her, his gaze was so sharp that Ling Qianmo couldn't stand it.

She blinked innocently. Why did Xiang Heng come? She was also very surprised.

"I, I will go and see..." Anyway, there is still a lack of confidence.

After hurriedly cleaning up and going downstairs, she could see clearly that the man sitting on the sofa was indeed Xiang Heng while still on the stairs.

Also sitting in the living room were Ling Lao, Ling Liangsheng and Fu Yu. Several people were talking. The coffee table was full of gifts, which should have been brought by Xiang Heng.

Hearing footsteps, the people in the living room looked back at the same time.

"Momo, you're awake." It was Lao Ling who spoke first. He looked at his most beloved and obedient granddaughter, his eyes filled with questions.

Ling Qianmo nodded, and asked the man who appeared suddenly, "Xiang Heng, why are you here?"

"For so many years, I have never visited my uncle, aunt and grandpa. I took advantage of the Spring Festival holiday to come and visit." Xiang Heng's tone was very ordinary, as if he was talking to his family.

The attitude of being familiar with the familiar, made everyone frown.

If it is a visit between friends, why bother to choose such a time.

What does it mean for him to appear at this time?