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 Ling Qianmo left that day, Ye Zi'an immediately confessed to Assistant Lin to investigate everything about her, and then left in a hurry.

However, more than a week has passed, but nothing has been achieved.

Assistant Lin said that he could no longer face the air-conditioning released by his boss, but he was also very innocent. It was obviously someone deliberately.

He was still playing around like a monkey, and he walked around in and out of the city.

"President, although I haven't confirmed the location of my husband...Miss Ling's residence, I have already let people stare at Shao Jiang for twenty-four hours." Since Ling Qianmo left with him at last, staring at him can always find Her whereabouts.

Ye Zi'an sneered and threw the pen on the table with a snap, "You are more and more capable now."

With such obvious irony, Assistant Lin said that he couldn't pick it up, so he could only hang his head and say nothing.

It's been a week, I thought it would be easy to find her, but after a week of searching, there was no news at all.

Now that he heard such a stupid and hopeless method, Ye Zi'an's irritability soared to the top.

He stood up with a squeal, copied his jacket and walked out.

Behind him, Assistant Lin followed suit step by step, "President, what are you..." Isn't he going to find it by himself?

"Cancel all work schedules for the next week!"

What responded to him was Ye Zi'an's voice from far away.

***

In a quiet and elegant villa, Ling Qianmo was leaning on the sofa looking at the documents in his hand.

The Jiang family is a prominent family in the imperial capital, not everyone is in the military and political circles, and there are some special cases in business.

For example, the third young master of the Jiang family, Jiang Minghao's younger brother, can also be regarded as Ling Qianmo's third brother, Jiang Mingen.

He runs a headhunting company, which specializes in recruiting senior management talents for various types of multinational groups.

So after Ling Qianmo came out of prison, he asked her to help in his company, doing a job hunter.

Now, she is holding a copy of the personnel requirements sent by the client company.

On the carpet next to her, An An sat cleverly and was drawing.

While painting, I looked up at Ling Qianmo from time to time. Occasionally, one or two expressions of embarrassment or thinking appeared on her immature little face, and then she continued to lower her head and paint quickly.

Jiang Minghao came in from the outside and saw such an unusually harmonious and quiet picture.The corners of the slightly serious lips that were originally pursed were bent, and he raised his hand to take off his military cap, "An'an, what are you doing?"

"Uncle..." Hearing his voice, An An raised his head and threw down the paintbrush and ran over, and took his hand to drag him to the sofa. "Uncle, come and see, An An's family portrait painted by An An." Touch the drawing paper on the coffee table in front of Jiang Minghao.

On the white drawing paper, a group of people of different sizes and heights are outlined with colored crayons.

Jiang Minghao tried to distinguish, but An An was too young to paint very well. He could only barely distinguish between men and women, and the others...

An An probably also knew that he might not be able to understand, so she stretched out her soft fingers, "This is An An, this is Mommy, this is Grandpa, Grandpa, and three uncles..."

Jiang Minghao's dark eyes narrowed, and pointed at one of them, "What about this one?"

"This is..." An An carefully glanced at Ling Qianmo, then leaned into Jiang Minghao's ear and whispered two words, "Daddy."

Jiang Minghao looked at An An's tender but well-behaved face, and couldn't help feeling sore in his heart.

For them, they really don't want Ling Qianmo to have any further involvement with Ye Zi'an.But if it was because of An An, he might be able to give Ye Zi'an another chance.

After all, for children, fatherly love is something that no one can replace.

"Well, An'an, go upstairs and play with toys. Uncle and your mommy have something to say."

"it is good."

Ling Qianmo's eyes kept staring at the file in his hand without squinting, "What do you want to tell me? Ye Zi'an?"

"Xiao Mo," Jiang Minghao's tone was low and serious, "You really don't plan to give Ye Zi'an another chance? Even for An'an?"

Seeing him so serious and serious, Ling Qianmo also put the papers aside, frowned and said seriously, "I have tried once for grandpa before, but the result is that I can't face the tragic horror even now. .I don’t want to do it again."

She smiled, "You see, there are no lack of women around him."

Even if he is a man in his thirties, Ye Zi'an is still so outstanding that many young teenage girls are moved by it.

The years seemed to treat him very preferentially, instead of leaving any traces, it made him appear more stable and elegant.

"Have you ever thought, maybe it was not because of Xia Xueying that he hesitated?"

If he really cared about Xia Xueying so much, Ling Qianmo had been in prison for a few years, and he had already stayed with her.

But according to his investigation, Ye Zi'an has always been single and kept a relatively distant distance from all women.

In addition to work needs, there are only two people who can get close to him.

One Mu Haruko and one Ling Qianxin.

But it can also be seen that he is disgusted with Ling Qianxin himself, just tolerating it deliberately because of certain things.

He guessed that it was Ling Lao's death.

The expression on Ling Qianmo's face was so pale that it was so pale that he was smiling, but the curvature of the corners of her lips was almost invisible, "It doesn't matter whether it doesn't matter, grandpa can't survive again, neither will I Maybe forgive him again."

"But..." Jiang Minghao brought the painting that An An had just painted. "An An needs a father."

***

Ye Zi'an saw Ling Qianmo again, in a private club.

The decoration is as luxurious as possible, even slightly exaggerated, but what cannot be denied is that the service provided here for the rich and nobles is absolutely high-quality and considerate.

At that time Ling Qianmo was sitting with a handsome young man who seemed to be worthwhile.

The waiter went in to deliver the things, and just met him when he came out.

When the door opened and closed, Ye Zi'an saw the charming and almost enchanting smile on Ling Qianmo's face.

She wore a long dress with suspenders, the soft and full breasts showed a beautiful curve, the waist that was not full of a grip, and the slender legs.Even with only light makeup, that face still looks alluring.

With just a quick glance, the man felt his lower abdomen tightened, suppressing his desire for seven years, but was easily provoked by the smile she gave to other men.

"President Ye, President Ye..."

The man who came with him stayed with him carefully, watching him staring at the private room in front of him in a daze, "I met an acquaintance? Or else, Mr. Ye, you go in and say hello, I will wait for you in the private room first."

If you want to ask others, it is natural to keep your posture to the lowest level.

Ye Zi'an slowly retracted his gaze, his expression returned to his usual indifference, "No need."