The Beauty of Trial Marriage

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Ye Zi'an's words echoed over and over in his mind, and he couldn't tell if there were other meanings in it.

On the issue of addressing, she never understood why Ye Zi'an always stubbornly called her shallow.Since childhood, people around her will call her Momo close, and those who are not close will call her a wild species or a bitch. Only when Ye Zi'an calls her shallow in that low and gentle voice, she can always give birth to her. An illusion of tenderness.

"Momo, why are you standing here?" Lao Ling got up for a lunch break and went downstairs for a walk. He saw Ling Qianmo standing alone in the yard.

Fingers unconsciously pinched a blooming snow orchid in the flower bed, the orchid petals fell on the ground, and he didn't even hear him calling her, obviously absent-minded.

"Momo? Momo..."

Ling Lao shouted twice again, and reached out to pat her shoulder. Ling Qianmo recovered and looked at Ling Lao dumbly, not knowing what expression to make for a long time.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about, so absorbed?" Old Ling's eyes fell on her face.

"No." Ling Qianmo glanced at the scattered flowers pinched by him, "Grandpa, are you going out for a walk? Let me accompany you!" No longer think about Ye Zi'an.

Wisdom is as old as Ling, how can he not see her thoughts, look at her Zhan Zhan, "Worry about him, go back and have a look, grandpa is fine."

"Huh?" After seeing who Ling Lao said he was, there was an indifferent smile on his face, "I didn't worry about him, I was just thinking, what is the name of the new imported medicine that the doctor said last time? Here, I think Grandpa's medicine is almost done, and I want to buy it in advance."

"They know how to buy medicine. What are you worried about? Could he really watch me die?" Old Ling didn't break through, and followed her words.

It was just the wise and distinct eyes in those muddy old eyes that always made Ling Qianmo feel guilty.

I couldn't help but think of Ye Zi'an's words again.

She always felt that Ye Zi'an's tone of this sentence had a sincere never before.

It seems that he really needs her by his side.

Ling Qianmo wasn't sure, Ye Zi'an asked her to accompany him, whether it meant now or in the future.

"Momo, how long have you been to see your mother?" Ling Lao said abruptly, looking at his worried granddaughter.

Ling Qianmo came back to her senses all of a sudden, his face was a little dazed, "Grandpa, why did you suddenly remember to say this? It's not her anniversary recently, and..."

For her mother, her impression is actually very weak.

The most memorable scene is that of her sitting alone in front of the dressing table in the bedroom, washing her face with tears.

She barely looked at her, and occasionally Ling Liangsheng came back. In order to get the attention of that man, she also deliberately showed that she loved her very much, hoping that she could win Ling Liangsheng's favor and help her win some attention.

It's a pity that she probably didn't expect that the man hated her more seriously than she was.

"Momo, in any case, she is your mother after all." Ling Lao insisted abnormally, "The thing back then was that our Ling family was sorry for your mother and daughter. Even if you have resentment in your heart, you should not blame your mother. on."

After all, she is actually just a poor woman who can't love it!

Not to mention, if it weren't for him, perhaps their marriage would not have come to this point.

Ling Qianmo's heart softened instantly when he said this.

She always knew that grandpa apologized to her and mother in his heart.He has always loved himself as a jewel in his palm, as if he wanted to give her the same love from his parents.

Grandpa felt sorry for her!

"Then... I'll prepare."

"My family, Momo, really is the most sensible child." Ling Lao touched her head, "I turned around and told your dad to let him go with him."

"Why is he going?" Will he go?

"Everything he says is Mia's husband, and I think your mother should be very happy to see him."

Ling Qianmo stopped talking. In fact, she knew that even at the end, her mother loved Ling Liangsheng.Grandpa was right. If he went to see her, she would probably be very happy.

Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard the sound of a car coming from the gate.

Old Ling patted the back of her hand, which was comfort and encouragement.

How long he can live, no one knows, Ling Qianmo is the person he is most worried about in this world.

If possible, he also hopes that Ling Qianmo and Ling Liangsheng can reconcile, so that even if he leaves, someone can take care of her so that she will not be alone.

The black private car stopped in the front yard, the door opened, and the person who got down was the same Ling Liangsheng they just mentioned.

Seeing him again, Ling Qianmo felt a little complicated.

She didn't understand what Grandpa meant. She hated Ling Liangsheng before, and even now, she didn't see him much.

But she didn't want to worry about grandpa, so even if she was pretending, she also hoped that in front of grandpa, she could live with him peacefully.

"Dad." Ling Liangsheng strode over and yelled when he saw Old Ling. He couldn't hear the feelings, at least the superficial respect was still there.

"Yeah." Old Ling replied, "I was still talking to Momo just now, go see her mother tomorrow, and you too."

He didn't feel surprised at all that Ling Lao proposed to see Mia.

These years, Qingming and death, Ling Lao will drag him.

It was only for the first time to go with Ling Qianmo. Ling Liangsheng naturally turned his gaze on her.

Ling Qianmo raised his head, his eyes collided with him unexpectedly, and he reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, before moving his eyes away in a flash, "Grandpa, then I will prepare things first."

After speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

She tried her best to live peacefully with this person, but it was obvious that she might not be able to do it yet.

"your hands……"

After the man asked him a little awkwardly, Ling Qianmo's footsteps stopped, and he glanced down at his hanging arm, "It's okay, it's just a habitual dislocation. Just pay attention later."

However, she was still surprised when he took the initiative to care about her hand, and said stiffly, "Thank you!"

This thank you made Ling Liangsheng's expression a bit strange.

After all, it is entirely his responsibility that Ling Qianmo's hands become like this.

It's just these things, he won't say it anyway.

"It's okay." Finally, he could only say something awkwardly.

After Ling Qianmo returned to the living room, he went straight upstairs and went back to his bedroom.

He swept his eyes lightly, and finally landed on the locked drawer at the bottom of the bedside table.

His eyes flickered, and after hesitating obviously, he walked over and pulled out a box from the bed. After searching for a long time, he found a key and walked over to open the drawer.