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!Ye Zi'an didn't seem surprised that Ling Qianmo let him let Ling Qianxin go. He only confessed a few words to the policeman who had brought her over and let them go.

Turning around, it happened to meet Ling Qianmo's gaze. The man's gloomy and gloomy expression seemed to suppress certain emotions. "The doctor said you will be in the hospital for a few days of observation. I'll go back and pack you up and change your clothes. "

Ling Qianmo could hear the unpleasantness in his tone, which was quite childish. He opened his mouth to say something, and finally he just nodded slightly.

The man's fingers dangling by his side tightened, and the corners of his lips made a slight curve of self-deprecating, he turned and left.

After Ye Zi'an left, Ling Qianmo lay on the hospital bed alone, his expression indescribably cold and indifferent.

Gu Qingming's appearance caught her off guard. This person held too many secrets that she didn't want people to know. Although she seemed fearless today, she still had some scruples about him.

During the seven years in prison, she did not understate as she had shown. Too many things happened, so many...Sometimes when she recalled it, she was still feeling alive.

Looking at the ceiling above his head for a while, Ling Qianmo took the phone and dialed a call, "Doctor Song, can you help me increase the dose?"

Over there, Doctor Song was giving people a suture gesture, his eyes became serious in an instant, and he worried, "Why, you have a needle-like nosebleed again?"

"Yes." Ling Qianmo did not intend to conceal it. Dr. Song is her attending doctor. Even if she doesn't tell her, he is also very clear about her illness. "But the things I want to do have not been finished yet, so I hope you can……"

"No." Dr. Song's tone became severe, and the nurse told another doctor to come and sew up. He got up and walked back to his office before continuing, "You must lead the hospital immediately. I'm not kidding you. I did it before. As I told you, blindly increasing the dose of medicine will only make your body more and more collapsed. In the end, even if we find the right bone marrow, we may not save you."

Ling Qianmo showed some warmth in his eyes and smiled faintly, "It doesn't matter, as long as I can finish what I want to do. It can't be saved, so what does it matter."

"You are irresponsible for your life!" Doctor Song's tone was severe, and he also hated iron and steel.

"Doctor Song, you should know that I am more willing to trust you than others. So, just treat it as if it was me begging you, and then help me."

"Ling Qianmo, do you know that you are looking for death."

***

When I arrived at the villa, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

An An early had fallen asleep. Qin Ma said she was very good, knowing that Ling Qianmo was sick, and did not cry to find her mother. After eating dinner by herself, she fell asleep after taking a shower.

Ye Zi'an responded while going upstairs to pack things.

After loading some clothes, walked into the bathroom and opened the cabinet to get clean towels and toiletries.

When he stuffed the bag and turned to leave, he inadvertently scanned the garbage bag beside the sink that Qin Ma hadn't had time to deal with, and then stopped.

In the trash can, a paper towel soaked in blood pierced his eyes brightly, his handsome face was so gloomy, his fingers clutched the edge of the sink, almost breaking off a piece of the marble countertop.

Is he too indulgent to her, that's why she told her to hide everything from him, and she would not even mention a word of such things in her eyes.

revenge?

Could it be that she thought that he could really let her appear so grandly, and then leave quietly?

***

Bored, Ling Qianmo lay on the hospital bed and swiped Weibo with his mobile phone.

The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and the voice came before anyone else, "I heard that you are hospitalized, what's the matter?"

Ling Qianmo raised his eyes and looked at the tall and straight man at the door, with neat short hair, wearing a camouflage jacket, and a dusty temperament between his eyebrows. He approached her and yelled displeasedly, "How old are you? People, don’t you know how to take care of yourself? The person who sent you that you were beaten, who was it?"

Her own woman was bullied in her own territory. It was not a very pleasant thing, so Ye Zi'an should have been dealt with by his subordinates and deliberately suppressed it.

He pursed his lips and looked at the man who was clearly concerned but with a serious face, and laughed softly, "Didn't some people say that I am a seven-year-old and eighty-year-old and still his sister. Does he still have to take care of me?"

"You haven't said who did it."

"No matter who moved the hand, she has now gotten the punishment she deserved." Ling Qianmo avoided talking and turned to the subject. "It's you, why did you come back suddenly? Didn't you mean that you were performing a very important task?"

Jiang Minghao raised his eyebrows and said in a low tone, "You haven't told me so many things have happened."

Ling Qianmo lowered her head. What she didn't tell him, and more than these things, "Anyway, some people will tell you, why should I make such a move. Besides, your work has always been dangerous and confidential, and I won't bother you. ."

"You can always find an excuse to stop me." Jiang Minghao looked helplessly at her indifferent face, "Is that person looking for you?"

"Yes, let me give him 5 million hush money, I refused."

"Do you need my help?"

Ling Qianmo shook his head, "No, revenge is more enjoyable if you do it yourself."

The nurse came over, checked her temperature and pulled out the needle from the back of her hand.Ling Qianmo raised his hand cooperatively, and the sleeves of the large hospital gown slipped down his slender wrist.

Jiang Minghao's eyes were sharp, and he saw several bruises of different depths on her forearm. His eyes sank, and he reached out and clasped her wrist, "What's the matter with these injuries? Is it Ye Zi'an or somebody else? ?"

Those bruises were not like hickeys or pinch marks, but they were shocking.

Ling Qianmo glanced, her eyes shook heavily, but when she raised her eyes, her face was unusually calm, "It's not him, or someone else, it may be because of the pressure when the design draft was changed. A little bit. Bruises are nothing more than a fuss."

"Then you remember to buy some silt-removing ointment and touch it, it will get better sooner."

"Yeah." Ling Qianmo nodded, trying to withdraw his hand.

As soon as I was about to move, I heard a chilly male voice at the door, "I seem to have come at an untimely time, and I disturbed the good time of your concubines."

Ling Qianmo was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes to meet the man's so heavy eyes that dripping water, Jiang Minghao had already stood up first to explain, "Since you know to disturb, Ye Shao should turn around and leave with a little bit of fun, why bother I have to speak out to make everyone unhappy."

Ye Zi'an frowned, "I'm afraid, I don't say anything, everyone will be even more unhappy when I look back."

Because when he came over and saw Jiang Minghao holding Ling Qianmo's hand, and she didn't resist at all, he already wanted to throw a punch.