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!Xia Xueying was connected to Ye Zi'an by Ling Qianmo, each of them slapped loudly on her face, her eyes were so red that she could almost bleed.

Plate making, what is a plate making, but she is the director, but the plate making she designs has to be ranked behind a design assistant. In this design department, what kind of director is she, and how can she give orders?

Jiao Er glanced at her with disdain, "I didn't look at the few catties before the trouble. It is said that people who have experienced storms in this circle, don't you understand what the situation is now? In this way, she can act like a coquettish and ask you for the position of director, and letting you disappear is also a matter of one sentence."

Xia Xueying's anger spurted out like a volcano, "Then she will just let me disappear!"

Jiao Er rolled his eyes, and threw a sentence particularly impatiently, "If you were so spineless, don't come back then."

The whole world knows how she came from the position of director, and she has a shit here now.

Looking at the woman whose face was flushed and the resentment in her eyes almost overflowing, she snorted, "You should know what to offend Ye always, you should know better than anyone. Without the backing of the Huo family, you think you still want everyone to Holding a new designer? Now you are not the only one who designs clothes. Besides achievement, are you still plagiarizing your winning work? If you want to eat a lot of money, just sit in your place and take your work. Don't compare with her. Is that what you can match?"

Shook his head, turned and left.

Staying with this idiot for an extra minute, she felt that her IQ had been critically hit.

As soon as she left, she was left alone in Ling Qianmo’s office, but she seemed to see countless pairs of eyes hidden in the dark gleaming with ridicule and sarcasm, and every ray of sight was like a sharp knife, cutting her Ling late up and down.

In the western restaurant downstairs in Seth.

Ye Zi'an looked at the woman who set the coffee aside and asked the waiter for a glass of white water, "Your stomach..."

Ling Qianmo lowered his head and drank water, without even lifting his eyelids, "Didn't you arrange it, will someone report to you once a month?"

"If you know, why didn't you see me?"

The waiter handed over the menu, and Ling Qianmo reached out to take it, and flipped it casually, "If you want to see it, you won’t see it, and I didn’t say that it’s better not to meet each other for the rest of our lives. You know, every time I see you , I will always think of how my grandfather died, that would make me... hate you even more."

However, she didn't want to hate him, because she hated him, she had to remember.

She didn't want to remember, she just wanted to forget.

She said these words in a casual manner, as if she was talking about the weather with a close friend.

"Can I have some classic steaks and black truffles?" After that, I followed a sentence naturally.

The man's expression was very gentle, and he couldn't see the joy and anger of hearing these words, "You don't know my taste."

Ling Qianmo did not refute, closed the menu, and reported several dishes to the waiter.

After eating and paying the bill, the man took out his wallet, took out a card and passed it to the waiter, then took another card and handed it to her.

"Ok?"

"Since An An is my daughter, I naturally have the obligation to raise it. I can't rely on you alone. I didn't know it before. Now that I know it, there is no reason to watch."

Ling Qianmo nodded, indicating that she understood, and then put the card in the bag without even asking him what the password was.

Since he gave it so casually, he was sure she knew the password.

It's just that he didn't know, Ling Qianmo would rather not know.

***

After eating and returning to the company, Xia Xueying was still sitting when she entered the office.

The eyebrows were slightly raised, and she had just finished dealing with one annoying person, she really didn't have much energy or patience to deal with another one.

"Ling Qianmo, let's talk."

"Okay." Just talk about it.

"At eight o'clock in the evening, I am waiting for you at the Emgrand."

Ling Qianmo put her bag on the sofa and poured herself a glass of water, "If you want to talk, let's talk now. I will accompany my daughter tonight."

The words "daughter" made Xia Xueying's brain blank for a few seconds, "You...really have a child?"

"Thanks to you, the whole world knows it, right?"

Gritting her teeth, Xia Xueying pondered her words, the expression on her face was unwilling to bear the humiliation, "I know, whether it is Xiang Heng's business, your grandfather's business, or even Ye Zi'an's business, we will never be friends again. But after so many years, neither of us has lived better than anyone else. So Ling Qianmo, I am tired and don't want to continue fighting like this anymore. Let us let each other go, either you go or I go."

"Don't fight anymore?" Her gesture of chewing these two words was too playful, even with high contempt, and sneered at her, "Are you sure that when you say this, your conscience will not hurt?"

Xia Xueying almost bit her lip, staring at her delicate face, "Ling Qianmo, what do you want?"

"I didn't think about it. Didn't you think you are too pitiful and you betrayed your hue for a job."

"I don't need it." Xia Xueying said righteously, "We all know that you don't really want to help me, and you don't have a job to find a job to earn money, so condescend to come here to be a design assistant. Come on, you What is the purpose?"

"Purpose?" Ling Qianmo smiled unreservedly, "It's very simple, I think I was too generous to you before, so now I want to find something to make up."

"What do you want to do?" Xia Xueying pressed her emotions firmly, "Are you worried about your grandfather's affairs? I have said that I was in a coma at the time and all decisions were made by Ye Zi'an. You hate me, So I can understand deliberately playing with me. But you also hate him, why are you still with him?"

Ling Qianmo smiled, innocent and brilliant, like a flower blooming on the other side of the road, "He has to haunt me, what can I do? You know his methods, not just any woman can parry . And, speaking of him, it is for me, and I can’t always hate him to death, right."

Xia Xueying's face suddenly became stiff, a little unbelievable.

"You know? You knew it a long time ago?"

"Yeah." Ling Qianmo nodded, "I'm not really stupid. Maybe I was irritated and misled by you, but after seven years in jail, what else can I not understand."

"Since you know he is because of you, why don't you forgive him and pretend to misunderstand him on purpose?"

"Because I like to watch him compensate me for guilt, coax me, and act responsive to me."