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!Xing's eyes were wide, and at this moment Ling Qianmo wanted to greet Ye Zi'an's eighth generation ancestors with various offensive words.

But she just opened her mouth to scold, and the man seemed to cover up her mouth as if it were clear.

A more violent offensive than the previous wave made Ling Qianmo quickly lose the strength to resist.

"Ling Qianmo, your mouth should really be as honest as your body." He bit her ear with a thin smile, but his dull voice was like quenched ice scum and poison.

After speaking, let go of her Shi Shiran and get up, tidy up herself a bit, and she is still well dressed.

Ling Qianmo slowly closed his eyes, curled his fingers, and said lightly, "If Shao Ye has to do it, hurry up. If he doesn't do it, I will leave."

Her response was a sneer from the man.

Ling Qianmo didn't want to see him, and got up with lowered eyebrows, ignoring the embarrassment on him, grabbed his bag and turned around and left.

Ye Zi'an was originally smiling, but when he saw the smile line on his lips disappeared from behind this scene, his brows became chilly, "I said you can go?"

Ling Qianmo's footsteps stopped, standing still without looking back, "What else does Ye Shao want to do?"

"..." There was a long sound behind him, and a word came from quietly, "You!"

Ling Qianmo was stunned and didn't react for a while.

Then, as soon as the context was connected, Xing's eyes almost burst into flames.

The man didn't give her any chance of having a seizure, and he walked forward and hugged her and walked away.

All the way is similar to kidnapping, tying Ling Qianmo home. As soon as he entered the elevator, the woman who had been fighting on the road was pressed against the elevator wall, and the ambiguous kiss instantly took all her breath away.

All the way home, the man's hand has been pinching her waist, imprisoning all her actions, and the kisses are between her lips and neck.

Open the door, enter the door, kick the door up with a hook.

When Ling Qianmo was crushed on the oversized bed, the clothes on her body had been stripped off, leaving only two pieces of underwear.

Ye Zi's safety process was very out of control, and Ling Qianmo was fighting all the way, but now he knew he could not escape.

The man wanted her like crazy, trapped her under him, tossing over and over again, invading her every inch from the inside out.

Ling Qianmo opened his eyes and looked at the constantly swaying ceiling above his head. He couldn't tell what his mood was. The pleasure that followed was like pulling her into the sea of ​​Wuwang.

Ling Qianmo couldn't bear it in the end, put his arm on his face and cried.

Seeing her appearance, the man on her slammed more fiercely, as if trying to penetrate her.

She didn't know when he vented in her, just as she didn't know when he would go on to the next love.

Until the end, when Ling Qianmo couldn't bear to faint, Ye Zi'an still went in and out of her body.

In the blur, she seemed to hear him whisper in her ear.

Qianqian, don't try to escape from me, never.

But the sadness in her heart was like a surging wave, which swept her over.

Ling Qianmo didn't know when it was over. She only knew that when she woke up, she had an illusion that she felt like a world away.

She fell asleep by the bed, lying on her side, her white wrists resting on the edge of the bed.There was no warm feeling behind her, she guessed that Ye Zi'an should have already left.

The sky outside the window was still bright, she couldn't tell what time it was, but she didn't want to move lazily, so she opened her eyes and looked out the window in a daze.

Sunlight passes through the gaps in the leaves and falls on the transparent and clean glass, refracting dazzling light.

Ling Qianmo looked at it, and couldn't help crying.

When Ye Zi'an pushed the door in, he saw a figure from behind.

The long dark hair is spread on the pillow like seaweed, and the black and white form a strong visual impact.

She should have heard the sound of opening the door, the woman turned her head slightly, her big apricot eyes were clear and bright, as if water could drip out.

She looked at him with a warm expression on her face, her pink lips slightly opened and she spit out, "Ye Shao, may I go now?"

The man's footsteps stopped for an instant, his smile gradually faded, and a touch of mockery spread across his eyebrows.With a flick of his arm, there was a crisp sound.

Ling Qianmo found out that he had a bowl in his hand. At this time, the bowl hit the wall and broke to the ground. Part of the porridge in it stuck to the wall and fell, and part of it splashed and soiled the surrounding area. Furniture and expensive long-haired carpets on the floor.

The man's face was gloomy and terrible, and his slender eyelashes were drooping, but he couldn't cover the hostility emanating from his black eyes.

"Ling Qianmo, you really are an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf."

***

After that day, Ling Qianmo's world was completely quiet.

Without Xiang Heng, Ye Zi'an, or Xia Xueying, she seemed to have traveled to another world.

Working from 9 to 5, life is plain and boring.These are all she wants, Ling Qianmo feels very good.

It's just that she started to lose sleep. Sometimes she didn't go to bed until two or three in the morning, sometimes she couldn't sleep all night.

The door of 1604 never opened again.

At least, not once when she was there.

Ling Qianmo felt that even if they live in the same place, if they really want to avoid it, there are ways.

It was a weekend, and the weather was too good. The sun was covered by a thick layer of clouds. It occasionally fell, but it was also gentle. There was wind, very light, and it was very comfortable to blow on people.

Ling Qianmo sat curled up on the swing chair on the balcony. Ever since she sat on this chair once when she had dinner with Haruko Ki that day, she later bought one and put it on the balcony. It was weather like this to sit on it and read a book. Drink tea and enjoy it.

The handover with Guan Han has come to an end. She will officially succeed him as the director of the administrative and personnel department when she goes to work next week.

This is a position that she has worked hard for many years to get. It should be something to celebrate, but now she feels mixed.

Xia Xueying called her suddenly, "Ling Qianmo, I want to talk to you."

Ling Qianmo flipped through a page and smiled coolly, "What can we talk about?"

Xia Xueying was choked for a while, but was not angry, she still insisted, "I know, you have a better choice now, and Xiang Heng is no longer in your eyes. But I am different, I am I came back because of him. I want to make up for what I owe him over the years, and more importantly, I love him. So, since you have found a better next home, please tell Xiang Heng clearly and don’t let him go anymore. Have illusions about you."

"Xia Xueying, did your mind get in the water? Why didn't you drown you! Isn't it ridiculous to say this to you? Can you and Xiang Heng have those messy things not involving me? Don’t you? I don’t have so much time in America to be your confidant sister."

Being choked by her, Xia Xueying frowned fiercely.