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!After treating Ye Zi'an's wounds, he originally wanted to go out and buy some ingredients, but the man pulled her away.

"No, I just eat bowl of noodles!"

The man grabbed her by the hand and stared blankly, his eyes were not tepid, but he gave her a particularly persistent feeling.

Ling Qianmo could only nod his head, "Okay, then I'll cook the noodles for you, and you can change your clothes."

This man has a habit of cleanliness, she knew it from the second day they met.

Let him come back all the way in blood-stained clothes, he probably has reached the limit.

She even vaguely wondered if he came back wearing bloody clothes on purpose and showed it to her on purpose.

There are noodles, eggs, green vegetables and shrimp in the refrigerator.

Ling Qianmo made a bowl of steaming egg-shrimp noodles, red shrimps, omelettes just right on the heat, and a few green vegetables, which looked very rich and delicious.

When he came out carrying the noodles, Ye Zi'an was not in the living room.

Isn't it finished?His wound should not be wet, I don't know if he paid attention.

Unconsciously glanced into the room, Ling Qianmo would walk to the door.

Pushing open the door, I saw Ye Zi'an leaning against the head of the bed, eyes closed.The short hair on the top of the head is still dripping, and the gauze is also a little wet.

If it wasn't for his chest that was still undulating, Ling Qianmo would think he had fainted.

When I walked in, I found that the man's eyes were dark and blue, and the fatigue between his eyebrows could not be stopped.

How worried is it that makes him tired like this.

For a moment, Ling Qianmo wanted to just turn around and leave, regardless of him.

But when his gaze fell on his soaked gauze, and finally couldn't rest assured, he went to the closet and took the first aid kit and helped him deal with it again.

The man didn't move the whole time, and he slept soundly.

Ling Qianmo changed his gauze, wiped his hair with a towel, and moved him in a comfortable position.

After finishing all these tasks, when I looked up at Ye Zi'an's handsome face, I felt like a world away.

It's been a long time since I saw him like this, quiet and gentle, it's better to be tight when awake, so cold that it can penetrate everyone.

Fingers touched his eyebrows unconsciously, and scenes of two people getting along flashed in his mind.

She didn't remember when she fell in love with him, only knew that when she really fell in love, it was too late to stop her.

Sometimes when I think about it, I am too arrogant.

This man told her plainly, don’t fall in love with him, thinking that he wouldn’t, but...

Later, she thought that he didn't need love when he got the moon near the water tower, but if he gave enough, maybe he would fall in love with her just like he fell in love with him.

But the facts once again proved that she was too conceited.

He can worry about Xia Xueying's eating well and can't sleep. This is really tempting, true love.

"Zi'an, you say, why am I not as good as her?" She has already worked so hard, why can't she cover the man's cold heart?

Obviously he was the first to provoke him, but why at the end, he was the one who couldn't let go of it, but he was himself.

When he thought of this, Ling Qianmo couldn't help feeling sour, and almost came down with tears.

The moment she wanted to withdraw her hand, she was suddenly held back, and the man's warm big hand easily wrapped her hand in his palm. With a little effort, she pulled her down and leaned into the man's chest.

He rolled her in his arms and pressed her under him easily, with his arms resting on both sides of her cheeks, looking at her condescendingly.

This posture made Ling Qianmo extremely embarrassed, and subconsciously wanted to push.

As soon as the hand stretched out, it was held by the man's hand, and he fell on her side.

With a long arm stretched out, he easily brought the woman into his arms, "Shallow, let me give you a hug."

The deep voice had a weak taste.

The original struggling action stopped instantly, and the tip of his nose was a strong scent of man, the fragrance of fresh shower gel, and strong male hormones.

Ching Ming's mind was gradually dizzy by these smells, and finally forgot how to sleep.

Just remember that before falling asleep, she seemed to say something vaguely, but she couldn't remember it anymore.

***

Woke up, still in the arms of the man.

In his ears is his rhythmic heartbeat, and the whole world is so quiet that there is only this thumping sound.

I want to watch the time in a daze, but he was pushed into his arms by the man's arm, "Sleep for a while?"

"Ye Zi'an, have you eaten noodles?" She still remembered the bowl of noodles she cooked carefully, and she didn't know how long she slept, lest she must have been slumped.

The man buried his head and looked at the woman with a little resentment on his chest, "I'm so unhappy after you have a bowl of noodles?"

"You said you want to eat, I just cooked it." She grabbed his clothes on his chest and poked.

He grabbed her messy finger and let her poke it down. He couldn't guarantee that he would not do something else, "Why didn't you come back and tell me?"

This topic turned too bluntly, and Ling Qianmo was taken aback before reacting, "I'm afraid you are busy!"

"When I am too busy to answer your call?"

Ling Qianmo, "..."

It seems there is not.

"You didn't answer my call, but if I told you to leave Xia Xueying's affairs, would you agree?"

"If I don't care, she might die, is that okay?"

"I never thought about letting her die, I just don't like my husband who is always busy with other women."

The air suddenly calmed down, as if he was not used to saying such things. After Ling Qianmo had finished speaking, he buried his face on the man's chest without raising his head.

But the man refused to let it go, and reached out his hand harshly, provoking her chin and forcing her to look at him.

Ling Qianmo originally wanted to be angry, but when he closed his eyes with a smile, he suddenly became speechless.

His eyes were very gentle, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated like spring breeze and rain, leaving only the softness of spring water.

But for a moment, her heart sank again, and she looked at his eyes with a chuckle, "But even if I don't like it, you will still care."

Not only this time, maybe I will manage it in the future.

She couldn't keep watching her husband running for other women, she was not so generous.

Since he cannot be persuaded, and he cannot be wronged, separation is the best choice.

Ye Zi'an's smile froze on his face, and the tenderness in his eyes disappeared a little bit, "You really mind that, even if it is a life, you have to let me let go?"

"Don't you know? When a woman becomes selfish, she is afraid of herself." Ling Qianmo wanted to laugh, but found that she couldn't laugh at all. "She robbed my boyfriend, and now she is going to grab my husband. , I am not pretending to have a Guanyin Temple in my heart, so I can tolerate her existence."