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 spoiled and spoiled wife of the rich and noble life, each of them has a big waist and round waist. Compared with Ling Qianmo, her figure is really one to be Ling Qianmo two.

Women, there are three points of hostility to the beautiful things, especially those like Ling Qianmo, who are beautiful and friendly, even if they have been in jail, they are still notorious minors, but they can hold a citizen. The grade male god came out to show off, and it was simply against the women of the whole universe.

Now even her children dare to ridicule them, whether it is tolerable or unbearable.

A few Kuotai immediately started, and went up to push Ling Qianmo's shoulder, "You shameless mistress, bitch, what are you talking about?"

"You are not allowed to scold my mommy." An An rushed over and pushed the hands-on Kota a bit to block her mommy.

Ling Qianmo didn't want to cause trouble. An An still has to study here after all. She didn't want to make things uncontrollable and cause Jiang Minghao trouble again.

"An An." Ling Qianmo took her daughter into her arms for a while, and then looked at the few wives who were provoking things. "Several wives also seem to have a good head and face. I don't know that there is a saying called misfortune. Speak up. Don’t speculate about others without real evidence, otherwise it will only cause trouble for yourself.”

"Why, do you still want to threaten us?" Mrs. Kuo was full of flesh, staring at her disdainfully, "Even if you can get close to Ye Zi'an, a divorced 30-year-old has been in jail with a drag. The woman in the bottle, no matter how beautiful she looks, she can't see her after all."

Ling Qianmo turned the dangling hair back to her ears, and her eyes were cold, "It seems that this lady has been defeated by such a shameless woman more than once, otherwise there would be no such great resentment."

"You...what are you talking about?" The lady's face instantly swelled into pig liver color.

Ling Qianmo smiled in general, "A man who can't help himself should look for the cause from himself, and blindly accuse himself of turning himself into a grudge, which will only make his man more and more resentful. People, first of all. Only if you know how to love yourself can someone love you."

She was supposed to be a princess, but she was forced to become a jealous woman by men and life. It was also pitiful.

"You bitch, it is because of people like you that men spend a lot of time outside." This Mrs. Kuo was obviously stabbed in the pain in her heart and became more excited.

She stretched out her hand to hit Ling Qianmo. Pian An'an has been waving her two small hands to make trouble. She angrily grabbed An An's little arm and threw it aside, "Little beast, get out!"

"An An..."

The width is at least two hundred catties. An An has been thin since she was a child, and she was thrown out directly.

They are doing handwork in the teacher, and the direction of Kotai throws towards the wall. If they really hit it, they just run...

Ling Qianmo's face turned pale with fright. She ran wide and wanted to rush to pick her up. Her leg hit the kindergarten desk with a bang, she didn't know it hurt.

A figure flashed past, steadily catching An An.

Ling Qianmo rushed over, took the child from his arms, checked her with red eyes, "Tell Mommy, is there any damage?"

"Mommy, I'm fine." The little girl was also frightened, nestled in her arms quietly, and whispered, "But Mommy, your knees are bleeding."

She was wearing a floral dress that was just knee-length today. There was indeed a piece of broken skin on her white knee, and blood was running down the wound.

"President Ye Ye Ye Ye... Yes, I'm sorry, my wife didn't, didn't mean it." Behind him, the man squatted to explain.

After Ye Zi'an came back from the bathroom, he heard the woman's panic shout as soon as he walked to the door. As soon as he came in, he saw An'an being hit by a woman against the wall.

At this moment, the man exudes a strong horror and gloomy aura, that bloody and violent mood, just like a devil climbing up from hell, swept by his cold eyes, the whole person is stiff and unable to move.

The troublemaker just now was too scared, and the man standing next to her who kept apologizing to Ye Zi'an should be her husband, with the same big waist, round brain and fat intestines.

"Isn't it on purpose?" The man didn't even look at him, his tone was not flat and chilly.

The man trembled all over, and he was so angry that he slapped his wife's face with a backhand, "Idiot, don't hurry up and apologize to Ye Zong and Miss Ling."

"Why should I..."

Na Kotai was slapped in public by her husband, and she was about to make trouble, but was stunned by the man, "Hurry up and apologize..."

"No, Mrs. Zun's apology, we can't bear it." The cool voice originated from the woman standing behind Ye Zi'an.

The smile on Qingli’s face was lost, and only indifferent cold was left. She held the little girl who was pale due to shock in her arms, every word was indifferent, "Minister Yuan has been in this position for many years. The oil and water that should be fished is almost done, and it is time to give the newcomer a place."

Minister Yuan, that is, Kuotai’s husband, his face turned pale, and his calf was trembling obviously, "Miss Ling, I’m sorry, we’re wrong with this matter today. You are injured and your daughter is also frightened. I will arrange for you to go. The hospital will check it out first. When I look back, I will come to the door and apologize to you."

"I can't bear Minister Yuan's apology!"

In a word, Minister Yuan's last hope was cut off.

He didn't even dream of it, but he took his son to buy a drink nearby, and this stupid lady caused him such a disaster.

But now that everything is finished, Ye Zi'an is obviously protecting Ling Qianmo, and Ling Qianmo is obviously very angry. It is impossible for this matter to be reduced to a small one.

Minister Yuan was cold all over, standing in the original with a dull face.

"Ling, Miss Ling, please raise your hands high, okay? It was my fault just now. It was my rude words. If you are angry, you can push me. No, no, you can cut me twice. Can you please? , Ye...Don't ask Mr. Ye anymore?!" She really didn't expect that this woman would have such a heavy weight in Ye Zi'an's heart.

Ling Qianmo took An An back for two steps, avoided her hand, and smiled coldly, "If I cut you twice, I still have to bear legal responsibility. As a woman who just came out of prison, I have no more time to waste. In it."

"Miss Ling..." The woman still jumped over.

An An stretched out his hand towards Ye Zi'an, crying softly, "Uncle, An An is afraid!"

Ye Zi'an immediately took the child with distress, pressed her little head in his arms, and swept the director Yuan with cold eyes, "Waiting for me to invite you out?"

"No, no, no, let's go right away, right away." Minister Yuan quickly dragged his wife and son away.

Ye Zi'an reached out and touched Ling Qianmo's cheek with his fingertips, "Qian Qian, sorry, I'm late again."