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 suddenly regretted it. Why did he convulsively say such a thing at the time.

"Let's go, I didn't eat breakfast, I'm almost starving to death!" Ye Zi'an opened the door, looking at her a little carelessly.

Looking at his car not far away, Ling Qianmo stepped away, "I drove the car..."

The arm was grabbed, Ye Zi'an's eyes darkened, "Why, don't you plan to have lunch with your fiance?"

The three words fiance successfully made Ling Qianmo's face flush.

He gave him an angry look, "I drive back by myself, and I can also accompany you to dinner."

"Woman, are you sure you want to go downstairs with your ex-boyfriend and discuss how to ride in the car with your fiancé?" The man put his hands around his chest, squinting at her.

Ling Qianmo gritted her teeth, closed her eyes fiercely, and sat in the co-pilot, "Since Mr. Ye likes performance so much, please turn around and drive my car back."

"It's an honor!" The man got in the driver's seat and drove the car.

The phone in his bag vibrated suddenly, Ling Qianmo glanced at the man who was concentrating on driving and took out the phone.

The number on the screen made her brows, her lips sneered, but she still chose to answer by sliding her finger, but her voice was frighteningly cold, "Something?"

"Momo..." The voice on the other end of the phone hesitated, making people guess that what she was about to talk about was not a pleasant topic.

"Say if you have anything, and hang up if nothing is going on." Ling Qianmo said stiffly, "You should know that I don't want to answer your calls."

There was an unpleasant roar and the soft comfort of the woman.All this made Ling Qianmo couldn't help but sneer.

"Momo..."

"You can call me Ling Qianmo, you can also call me Miss Ling, or even feed it directly. We are not in a close relationship that can be called this way. Moreover, hearing this name come out of your mouth, let me nausea."

"You... must hate me like this?"

"It's not about hate, it's just simply waiting to see." Ling Qianmo opened his eyes and looked at the scenery passing by the window, "If you are going to discuss this, I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

"No..." The woman immediately changed the subject, "I heard... You have a conflict with Xiang Heng?"

It is said that?Who said it?"My personal affairs, don't care about you."

"You know, grandpa has always wanted to see Xiang Heng, his health is getting worse and worse, you..."

"I know, you don't need to remind you." Ling Qianmo closed her eyes, "If it's okay, you can hang up. Goodbye."

"Ling Qianmo!" There was a change of person on the phone, angrily, "You want to marry a man casually in order to be angry with Xiang Heng? Do you know who that man is, do you want to marry him?"

Ling Qianmo didn't hang up the phone, but quietly sneered while listening to the roar of the people over there, his voice echoing in the quiet carriage.

She didn't know if Ye Zi'an heard it, but she still glanced sideways at the man who was concentrating on driving, and pursed her lips, "Yes, I just want to marry him. Anyway, we even rolled the sheets. If I marry him, he can marry Who?"

"Ling Qianmo, you..." The hostility in the man's voice almost crawled over the phone line, "I can't control how you want to abuse yourself, but you better not annoy your grandpa, otherwise... "

The ruthless words didn't make her change her face, her brows were completely cold, "It seems you have nothing else to say, goodbye."

After speaking, he hung up the phone without any hesitation and put the phone back in his bag.

Suddenly, I felt irritable, so I rolled down the car window and lay on it, letting the wind blow my long hair into a chicken coop.

Ye Zi'an held the steering wheel with his fingers tight, his joints turned white, and he glanced sideways at Ling Qianmo, who was lying on the window and didn't intend to explain, "I don't intend to talk about it, who is the man on the phone?"

"No matter who it is, it is not someone worthy of your attention." Ling Qianmo said without turning his head, after thinking about it, he added, "You only need to know this!"

Ye Zi'an turned his head and squinted his eyes, "Are you planning to explain the past so unclearly?"

He could hear exactly what the man on the other end said.

What does it mean to find a man to marry, marry him casually?

"Mr. Ye, we haven't really talked about marriage yet, do I need to explain to you?" She smiled silently.

Ye Zi'an narrowed his eyes into a long narrow slit, stared at Ling Qianmo for a long time, said nothing, turned his head and concentrated on driving.

The woman continued to lie on the car window, letting the wind curl her long hair into a wanton appearance.

To be honest, she didn't want to recall anything about that man at all.I don't want to.

Sometimes, she would rather not have her surname Ling, and would rather stay in a small place and never return to that "home".

But she knew very well that Grandpa was still there and she wanted to go back after all.Unless one day she has enough ability to pick up Grandpa, this torture will always be there.

She should be immune to them, but after so long, she still can't do it.

It was quiet along the way, and no one spoke.Until the car drove into the community and parked in the underground parking lot.

Ye Zi'an opened the door and got off, and Ling Qianmo consciously followed him down.

The man glanced at her, said nothing, and walked towards the elevator.

"By the way, have you always lived here?" After entering the elevator and seeing him press a familiar floor, Ling Qianmo suddenly raised his head and asked him.

She has been thinking about this issue recently. It seemed that 1603 had been living in the past. Although she hadn't seen it before, she occasionally heard voices, as if she was a woman.

Why did she accidentally pat someone's door panel and she became a man.

In fact, Ling Qianmo's voice is very nice, with a soft smell of sheep sound, soft like a delicious cotton candy, it sounds very comfortable.

Of course, this is when she speaks without stinging.

Ye Zi'an shook his head happily, "I just moved here," he added wickedly, "just the night you climbed into my bed."

"..." So, she did not shoot early or late, but did she shoot that night?!What kind of fate is this?

Settling his mind, Ling Qianmo decided to change the subject, "Are you here to work? Where is your home?"

"Why, finally remembered to check the household registration?" The man glanced at her, and the woman's slender eyelashes were hanging slightly, and a dark shadow was cast under her eyelids, looking like butterfly wings, fragile and graceful.

Ling Qianmo stared at him speechlessly, "I don't want to say it." There were only two of them in the elevator, which always reminded her of the kiss that made her blush and heartbeat that night, so she wanted to find a topic.

"In the future, Mrs. Ye has a question, how dare Mr. Ye not answer?"