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 frowned.

Xiang Heng continued indifferently, "What happened to you was that she accidentally told the Ling family...she thought they knew it already."

In fact, who told those people is no longer important to her.

The important thing is, grandpa doesn't know it.

"Apologize to the general manager, I received it. Goodbye." Ling Qianmo got up to leave.

When someone grabbed his wrist, Xiang Heng looked at her and suddenly asked, "Are you really going to marry him?"

He didn't know why he asked this sentence, and his voice was dull that he had never expected.

"Didn't you hear it that day?"

"Qian Mo," Xiang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of disapproval, "You shouldn't be such a hasty person, do you really love him, or do you deliberately want to stimulate me?"

Ling Qianmo turned his head and looked at him with a faint smile, "Mr Xiang, are you sure you really know who I am?"

"So you really hate me."

hate?

How could she hate a man who has been in love with her heart for eight years.

"So Xiang Heng, you don't know me as much as you think."

She smiled, withdrew her hand, looking back to leave.

At that moment, Xiang Heng was caught off guard to see the marks of different depths on her neck.

Messy and dazzling.

He is a man, and he naturally understands what that means.

She felt like she had been punched in her heart, Xiang Heng vigorously grabbed her arm, and snarled almost uncontrollably, "Did you sleep with him?"

The pinched arm hurt, and the man roared in his ears with anger, making Ling Qianmo stunned for a few seconds before reacting.

He is angry, but what right does he have to be angry.

"Let go!" Ling Qianmo reopened his hand, frowning and mocking, "Xiang Heng, we have broken up."

He doesn't care which man she wants to sleep with, just like Xia Xueying staying in his house grandiosely, she also has no right to ask anymore.

Xiang Heng’s face instantly turned ugly, "Ling Qianmo, what about your self-esteem, what's the bottom line? Don’t you pretend to be reserved and dignified? Don’t you refuse to hand over yourself until the wedding night? What is it now? Just because I broke up with you, you can't even care about your shame in an instant? If you are so painful, why bother letting go so cool? You know that if you continue to follow me like before, I Sooner or later..."

All the anger struggling disappeared at this moment, she opened her eyes and looked at him, her white teeth biting her lip.

Under the light, her face was pale as paper.

Looking at her like this, Xiang Heng instantly became a little upset.

He didn't intend to say these things to hurt her.

"What will happen sooner or later?" Ling Qianmo looked at him, "Sooner or later, I will be like before, on the verge of crying and lonely, when I need a substitute for emotional venting, remembering that there is another me?"

In fact, he knew that she was not what he said.They had known each other for eight years, and he believed that the Ling Qianmo he knew was not such a person.

"Shallow Mo..."

"Xiang Heng," Ling Qianmo withdrew her hand forcefully, took two steps back, looked at him with a cool gaze, and said before he spoke, "I love you, I have always been humble. For you, I will leave it behind. I am my only relative. For you, I am willing to let go of all my reservations and self-esteem. For you, I have paid my best age. Xiang Heng, I have loved you for eight years, eight full years, is that not enough?"

The man was speechless.

"Since the first love you've longed for is back, why don't you go hand in hand to your beautiful and happy two-person world? Why do you have to take care of whom I want to sleep with and who I marry?" Her lips curled up, her face But it looked like a broken heart, "You think I let go and let it go, it's just because I'm tired. I'm not so cool, if I can be so cool, she introduced me to me as her boyfriend. I should let go. I just, I just don’t want to continue loving you anymore.”

"Xiang Heng, I am a human being, and I will be tired. In order to love you for the past eight years, I even forgot how to love myself. I am 27 years old and I have no next eight years to spend on you. So, just treat it as I beg you, let me go!"

Xiang Heng's face sank, "I care about you."

"Can I thank you for your concern?" Ling Qianmo lowered his eyes, "but I don't need it. Since you proposed the breakup, I would trouble you to do it better and don't show up in front of me."

"What about your grandfather, you don't even care about him?"

Ling Qianmo raised his eyes and stared at him faintly, "If I break up with my ex-boyfriend and continue to break up, then I'm really digging my own grave."

Grandpa knew that she would not be angry when she broke up with Xiang Heng, he would just worry about himself.

But if Grandpa knew that they had broken up, and she continued to pester each other facelessly, she might really be angry.

Xiang Heng frowned, a little irritable.

But I don't understand why I am upset.

Ling Qianmo didn't want to worry about him, so he turned around and walked away quickly.

Looking at her straight but obviously lonely injured back, Xiang Heng wanted to reach out and grab her hand again, only to find that she had opened the door and went out.

He was about to catch up, and a graceful figure suddenly appeared beside her.

"Mrs. Ye in the future, I'll take you home." The man in a black casual suit looked at her with a light smile and stretched out a hand to her.

She was slightly startled, and then she showed a faint smile, put her hand in his palm, and let him hold it.

Then, being led by him, he slowly disappeared into Xiang Heng's sight.

***

Early the next morning.

The sleepy woman was awakened by the continuous knocking on the door, grabbing the quilt and covering her ears and wrapping herself into a silkworm chrysalis, still unable to resist the knock on the door, her anger instantly swelled in her chest.

Kick off the quilt and roll off the bed, kicking and compromising to open the door.

Outside the door, Ye Zi'an didn't seem to see her face with messy hair, and she squeezed in the door since her side.

"I made breakfast, I think you should almost get up." Ye Zi'an put the things on the table on the table.

Obviously he only has two hands, and I don't know how he managed to carry four plates and an insulation box.

Ling Qianmo bulged her cheeks to watch the man busy, "Do you think that just making a breakfast can offset your beastly nature?" Even if he appeared in time last night to resolve her embarrassment, he was not a rescuer. Hero, she didn't intend to forgive the fact that he almost turned her on that night.

"Go wash first, then come to eat, I'll take you to work after eating." The man casually recovered, holding her face and putting a kiss on her cheek, his expression naturally seemed like an old couple who was still getting along.

Ling Qianmo was taken aback, jumped up and backed up a few steps in a self-defense posture, "What do you want to do? If you go crazy early in the morning, I will call someone?"

The man was amused by her little appearance, "Go and clean up, I don't have much time, I will fly back to Jiangcheng later."