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!Going home from the restaurant, Ye Zi'an took a bath and went to the study to work.

When the computer was turned on, the file was only halfway through, and the phone on the desk rang.

The name of the caller ID made him seem so irrelevant and gentle.

Did you finally call?

From yesterday to now, the number of calls he made was not 100 or 80, and she was finally willing to come back one.

"Shallow," Ye Zi'an answered the phone, his voice was low, and some small dissatisfaction could still be heard vaguely, "I am finally willing to call back, eh?"

"Have you called me? Sorry, I didn't know how to lose my cell phone, so I bought a new one in the afternoon." The guy at the other end explained a little bit and asked tentatively, "Call you this time , Did not disturb you?"

She didn't know that he called her. For some reason, the awkwardness and anger that had been forced to call her before and asked about her concern disappeared a lot.

Regardless of whether the purpose of his call is to explain or not, at least he is not silent.

"No!" The original boring document seemed a lot alive at the moment. Ye Zi'an glanced at ten lines. After reading it, he quickly signed his name on the last page, and then changed a copy without any delay. "I left suddenly. Grandpa is not angry, right?"

In the quiet study room, only he speaks and the occasional sound of turning pages.

The soft crystal light coated his handsome side face with a faint halo, and his half-squinted eyes revealed a sharp smell, but the light arcs of the corners of the lips and the corners of the eyebrows looked unusually gentle.

The person on the other side of the phone also felt his softness at the moment, and his tone also softened, "It's okay, Grandpa is not an unreasonable person." After a pause, "Have you dealt with the matter over there?"

"Well, it's okay. Originally it was just a misunderstanding. Those media reported indiscriminately. The press conference tomorrow is for clarification.

"Well, it's okay." For some reason, she just felt relieved, "It's late, I won't disturb you, and rest early."

After speaking, you must hang up.

"Shallow." A slightly urgent call suddenly came from the other end.

Ling Qianmo put the phone back to his ear, "Huh?"

"Qian Qian, come back, come back to me." In a soft tone, I don't know why Ling Qianmo feels weak and needs to rely on.

It was as if she was a very important person to him.

However, she is not!

Ling Qianmo's breathing was stagnant, and the sound of shallow breathing crawled into Ye Zi'an's ears along the phone line.

After a long time, the girl's soft tone sounded, "I..."

"I still have business to deal with, you book a ticket and tell me that I will pick you up at the airport." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone involuntarily.

The screen of the phone after the call returned to the main interface, Ye Zi'an looked at the wallpaper on the screen, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

That is a photo, Ling Qianmo's photo.

It should be a candid photo. The girl turned her face sideways, slightly lowering her profile picture.There are strands of hair hanging down on the side of her cheek. She stretched out her hand and held it aside, with a slight smile on her lips, and the whole face looked soft and sunny.

The perfect facial lines make the facial features more delicate and moving.

The smile on the corner of Ye Zi'an's lips was magnified, and when she thought that she was coming back, there was a kind of joy in his heart.

***

Ling Qianmo sat on the edge of the bed holding the phone that was hung up, still a little dazed.

Ye Zi'an asked her to go back, and he did not give her a chance to refuse.

She knows the nature of this man, doesn't she?

But, did he really never want to think about her feelings?!

The hands hanging on her side were clenched into fists, and the nails were pinched into the flesh, but she did not feel the slightest.

"Momo."

Hearing the sound, Ling Qianmo raised his head and looked a little surprised at the person who appeared at the door, "Grandpa, why haven't you rested yet?"

The stunned eyes, and the strands of grievance entwined like vines, fell into Ling Lao's eyes without any obstruction.

"Have you finished talking with Zi'an?"

"Yeah." Ling Qianmo nodded. It was her grandpa who asked her to call. "Grandpa, don't worry, he said that those reports are just misunderstandings and will be resolved soon."

"Will he come back then?"

Ling Qianmo's face looked a little pale under the dizzy table lamp. Although the smile on the corners of her lips tried to disguise her, she still could see a trace of reluctance, "He will probably be busy for a while, so he should not be able to make it through."

Moreover, she didn't want him to come.

"how about you?"

"I?"

"Aren't you going back with him?"

Ling Qianmo felt a little flustered, but she didn't show it on her face, "Grandpa, I rarely come back once, don't you want me to accompany you more?"

Old Ling sighed, and suddenly said three words, "Silly boy!"

Ling Qianmo pinched the fingertips of her palms again, and her heart became more panicked.

***

In an old building in Spring City.

The space of one room and one hall is messy and narrow.

The lights are dim, and I can barely see the layout of the room.

A tattered table with paint, a chair that would fall apart at any time, and a wallpaper with the corners of it turned up, at a glance, apart from the run-down, there was no second word to describe it.

However, incompatible with such a dilapidated environment is a single sofa that is not expensive but absolutely comfortable.

At this time, a woman in a white down jacket was curled up on the sofa.

The long hair was scattered on her face, covering her facial features, somewhat indistinguishable.

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and the sound of high heels came, knocking in the quiet space with an inexplicable sound.

"You can still sleep!" The person who came in was also a woman, with a long body, bright facial features and delicate makeup.Long hair curled up, revealing a slender neck.

Coming from the deep darkness of the night, he was still carrying the bitter cold of winter.

The woman curled up on the sofa opened her eyes and stretched out her long hair, revealing a soft and gentle face, her facial features are like the pictures of ladies rendered in ink paintings, with a classical beauty.

It's just that those eyes were very chilly, especially infiltrating.

She stretched her waist, lazy like a cat, "Why can't you sleep? Didn't he come back for me? This also proves that I still have a place in his mind."

And she was confident that she kept zooming in on this place, and in the end she completely occupied the place in his heart.

"So confident?" The later woman put the things she carried on the painted table in front of her, "Then what are you going to do next?"

"How did you find the person you were looking for?"

"Already arranged?" The woman's eyes lit up, "Are you ready to do it?"