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!A woman over 30 should be mature and charming, with a variety of styles.In addition, she spent seven years in jail, and she should have added a bit of vicissitudes.

But now, a woman tilts her head slightly, and even wrinkles are rare on her fair skin. There is no crow's feet that a woman in her thirties should have, and her face is full of collagen.A crisp short hair, showing a girlish feeling that does not match her age.Layers of smiles spread out from the corners of his eyes, both in jest and tease, like a kid who is playing a prank.

It was the first time that Ye Zi'an saw such Ling Qianmo, and for a while, he was a bit dumbfounded.

The heart that was saddened by her words was also filled to the extreme by some kind of emotion, and it seemed to spew out at any time.

"It's late, I'll take you back."

After a few minutes of silence, the turbulent emotions in the man's eyes receded, leaving only a deep black.

The woman still smiled beautifully, "No, Ming Hao will come to pick me up."

Minghao?

Jiang Minghao.

Is she already able to call him this affectionately?!

In his head, some pictures emerged from the broken window in the buried memory hall.

The woman with a gentle smile, holding a tall and handsome man, her tone is soft and somewhat dependent.

——Who made me have an omnipotent husband!

Some things, if you don't grasp them when they should be grasped, even if you hold them firmly later, they will slip away along your fingers.

The man smiled suddenly, took a cigarette out of his pocket calmly, lit it, "Then I will take you out." Without giving her a chance to say no, he grabbed her wrist directly, "It's too late to go home, An An Will be worried."

"Ye Zi'an, that is my daughter."

"I know," the man didn't look back, his voice was husky mixed with smoke, "Don't worry, I won't and cannot steal her from you."

The woman who was caught was slightly stunned, looking at the meticulous back of the man's head, when did this man talk so well.

On the side of the road outside the clubhouse, Jiang Minghao's unusually conspicuous imported Cherokee stopped.

As soon as she came out, the rear door was opened, and the slightly thin girl jumped down from above and ran towards her with her slender legs, "Mummy."

The person next to him looked at the woman who seemed to be about twenty-five years old and stretched her arms, and smiled to catch the pretty messy little girl. Her tone was gentle and blamed, "Why are you here? This one? You should be sleeping at the time."

"I'm going to sleep with Mommy." An An raised her small face, expecting and being aggrieved, and her soft voice was sensible and sensible.

Ling Qianmo's heart softened, as if he was caught off guard by a needle, "Okay, then let's go home, who are you with me tonight."

If she is the most sorry person in this world, it must be An An.

Since she was a child, she has not been able to give her a good living environment, allowing her to live with herself in the chaotic and dirty place of prison, raising her precociously and sensibly, lacking the innocence and happiness of many children.

Even after she was released from prison, she had been busy dealing with her own affairs, and she rarely took care of her.

"Say goodbye to uncle." Ling Qianmo hasn't forgotten basic politeness.

An An obediently waved to Ye Zi'an, "Goodbye uncle."

Ye Zi'an stood on the spot, watching the man who got out of the driver's seat holding An An in one hand and Ling Qianmo's waist in the other, sending them into the car and rounding the front of the car.

When opening the driver's door, look in his direction.

The gaze calmly without any deterrence, but full of provocations.

The man's fingers pressed the cigarette suddenly and hard, and the whole cigarette was folded into two pieces and fell on the ground.

As the car drove away, he stood there for a long time, until the black Bentley Shangmu drove over and stopped at his feet.

The car door opened and Assistant Lin got out of the car and opened the rear door respectfully, "President, He Weidong's affairs have been handled."

"Yeah." The man responded, but did not get into the car.

"President?"

Ye Zi'an threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with one foot. "From tomorrow, I want to know everything about her whereabouts."

Assistant Lin knew who she was referring to, "Yes."

***

Jiang Minghao drove the car steadily, and the speed was not fast, so every time he brakes and turns, he will not feel any discomfort.

Because the little girl An An has fallen asleep in Ling Qianmo's arms.

"I just really thought that he would come up and beat me directly." The man drove the car and asked for a boring conversation.

Ling Qianmo stroked An An's sleeping little face, and replied casually, "He won't."

Ye Shao was calm and restrained, and knew how to measure.

He is now changing the law and wants to approach her, to please her, and will not do anything in front of her.

But behind...

"You know him." Jiang Minghao said, observing Ling Qianmo's expression in the rearview mirror.

Gang Ye Zi'an's last look, that look that only men can understand, he knew, he couldn't help it.

"Xiao Mo, I received a notice today that the troops have tasks that require me to lead them to carry out. It is estimated that it will take several months or even six months."

"Ok."

"I'm not by your side, you have to be careful about everything. If you need anything, call your third brother. His identity will allocate more time."

"Ok."

"Xiao Mo..."

Ling Qianmo raised his eyes, looked at him from the rearview mirror, curled his lips and smiled, "Since I call your brother and his dad, I won't be polite with you."

During the seven years in prison, she heard the complete story about that year and wanted to understand many things.

So when she was released from prison, she agreed to Jiang Minghao to pick him up, and moved into the villa that Jiang's family bought for her, and asked An An to call them uncle and grandfather.

"Ye Zi'an...you really ignore him?"

Ling Qianmo took a breath, propped his head and looked at the rapidly retreating night scene outside the window, "I don't have the energy to think about these things now."

The man grasped the steering wheel with his fingers and pressed hard, "Xiao Mo, don't put too much pressure on yourself. It has been so many years. Collecting evidence is not a simple matter. Take your time.

"I know." Ling Qianmo nodded, "You go out on a mission and pay attention to safety."

"it is good!"

Ling Qianmo didn't know when Jiang Minghao left. When he woke up the next day, she and An An were left in the villa.

Before he left, he arranged for a servant to come over so that someone could take care of An An when Ling Qianmo was away.

Ling Qianmo was very moved by his thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness.

After sending An'an to the kindergarten, Ling Qianmo drove the car to go home. When he encountered a stop at a red light, he called Xiang Heng.

"Qian Mo, where are you?" The voice was anxious and full of worry.

Ling Qianmo frowned, "I just sent An An, I am on my way back now, what's wrong, what's wrong?"