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!The man chuckled and looked down at the little woman beside him.The lights in the elevator were bright, and he could even see the fine fluff on her face, which was very cute and playful.

Ling Qianmo, "..."

The man was amused by her speechlessness, and couldn't help but reached out and touched her cheek, "Actually, I'm very happy if you can ask this." At least it proves that she wants to know him, not like before. A Mariana Trench was drawn between each other.

Ye Zi'an's voice is low and hoarse, not like the publicity of ordinary young people, on the contrary, there is a kind of stability that has accumulated years, and it makes people feel very warm.

"I'm from Jiangcheng, I'm just here to deal with something."

Ling Qianmo widened his eyes, "On business trip?" With that said, he might return to Jiangcheng again at any time?

With her tiny teeth biting her lips, then if she really wants to marry him, will she move from Chuncheng to Jiangcheng again?

She finally got used to this city and really didn't want to move.

"The same can be said." Talking about business is a kind of business trip.

When the elevator arrived, Ye Zi'an took the lead to get out. Ling Qianmo followed behind him and said softly, "Then when are you going back?"

"What?" Ye Zi'an turned around and raised an eyebrow, "Can't bear me?"

Ling Qianmo instantly stepped back a few steps away from him, with a vigilant expression on his face, "I was just thinking about you running somewhere else, won't your parents worry about it?"

Even if he is already mature, in the eyes of his parents, the child is a child after all, and he has to worry about leaving home.

The man's body suddenly stiffened. After a while, a dull voice came, "My father is dead!"

Ling Qianmo subconsciously wanted to ask his mother, but then he thought of the man's gloomy breath when he accidentally mentioned this topic that night, bit his lip, and swallowed the words back, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

Ye Zi'an looked back, and saw the woman lowered her eyes, her fair and tender face was full of guilt.

"Come in." He didn't know when the door had already been opened, standing by the door waiting for her to enter.

Ling Qianmo hesitated, her lips squirming as if she wanted to refuse, and the man had already spoken first, "Isn't the morning porridge still in my house."

Porridge.

Thinking of the bowl of hot and fragrant shredded chicken porridge, Ling Qianmo's heart beat quickly.

That was the first time she felt the warmth that someone cared about.

After entering the door, Ye Zi'an changed his shoes and walked towards the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up.Ling Qianmo looked at a pair of brand-new women's slippers in the shoe cabinet. For some reason, her cheeks suddenly became warm.

Ye Zi'an's living room is very simple, with a set of fabric sofas and a marble coffee table with clear lines. There is no decoration on the entire TV wall on the opposite side, only an LCD TV is placed in the middle.The windows were open and the curtains were raised by the breeze.

If there are some photos and decorations on the TV wall, put a vase on the wooden counter in the corner with fresh flowers.The blue striped curtains in front of the window are replaced with light yellow floral curtains, and the tablecloths of light pink beige flower clusters are spread on the dining table to make the room more cozy.

There was the sound of pots and bowls colliding in the kitchen, and Ling Qianmo was awakened suddenly. She reacted unexpectedly before she was thinking about what she was thinking. Then she went to the sofa with a guilty conscience and sat down, grabbed the pillow and hugged it in her arms. Knead repeatedly.

Is she unconscious? She cares whether Ye Zi'an's home is warm or not, whether it smells like home.

The most terrible thing is that she would have thought that she was unaccustomed to moving to Jiangcheng after marrying Ye Zi'an. How did she come up with so many horrible thoughts? Could it be that she was really confused by Xiang Heng's stimulation.

Ling Qianmo, please cheer me up!

She patted her cheek, the tingling made her feel a little bit more refreshed, her eyes no longer dared to look everywhere, and she simply turned on the TV.

On TV, a family ethics drama at eight o'clock was being played. The plot of dog blood made her just glance at it and couldn't stand it anymore.

Not long after, Ye Zi'an came out of the kitchen carrying two large bowls and saw her sitting on the sofa. Although her eyes were watching TV, her brows were tangled and her eyes were erratic, and her heart had obviously flown elsewhere.

Can't help but wake up someone with a clear cough, Ye Zi'an put the bowl on the table and said, "Come and eat!"

Ling Qianmo got up and walked to the dining room. He saw two bowls of simple noodles on the table, and the green onion was sprinkled on the white noodles, which gave a taste of contrast.

Obviously it's just simple noodles, but it looks very delicious.

I don't know why, looking at the two bowls of noodles in front of him, thinking that Ye Zi'an would feed her by himself, Ling Qianmo suddenly came up with a particularly impure sentence in his mind.

His white and tender face instantly burst into red like a tomato, and his eyes on the noodles became erratic and complicated.

Ye Zi quietly watched her look change, his eyes were filled with doubts, "Why, don't like eating noodles?"

"No...no!" Ling Qianmo was inexplicably guilty, sat down, picked up his chopsticks and began to gobble up.

Her eating is really not elegant at all, but reborn like a starved ghost.

But Ye Zi'an looked at her mouthful of noodles, not knowing why, but found it interesting.

I don’t know if she found that she was eating unsightly, or Ye Zi’an’s gaze was too strong, Ling Qianmo’s movements slowed down obviously, and finally looked at him embarrassedly while biting his chopsticks, “Aren’t you eating?”

Could it be that her eating is too scary, making him think she can eat, so he deliberately kept the bowl of noodles for her to eat?!

"It just suddenly felt that the noodles in your bowl seemed to be better." Ye Zi'an held the chopsticks and looked at her brightly.

Ling Qianmo couldn't help it, and pushed the bowl in front of him in his direction, "Or...Shall we change?"

After pushing halfway, I realized that I had already eaten it, and it was rude to let people eat it, and it was... ambiguous, so I shrank my hand and wanted to take it back.

It's a pity that the man didn't give her a chance to repent. He grabbed the bowl, took a large chopsticks into her mouth, chewed a few times and swallowed it, and smashed her mouth with endless aftertaste, "It's really your comparison. good to eat!"

Ling Qianmo looked stunned, and reacted after a long time, and instantly blushed uncontrollably.

How can he...how can he do such an ambiguous thing without changing his face, and his face is too thick!

Ye Zi'an looked up at her, Ling Qianmo immediately lowered his head like a frightened rabbit, buried his head in the huge bowl, wishing he could hide in.

"Qian Qian, are you shy?" The man's cheerful voice fell from the top of his head, but his words made Ling Qianmo jump into thunder.