Forced into a flash marriage, the cold-faced CEO asks for kisses every day

In the cloakroom, Jiang Yun nestled comfortably on the only single sofa inside, with the bag mouth facing down, and poured everything in the bag onto the small coffee table next to it.

Two pieces of thin cloth with golden moire patterns, two long red ropes, a golden tassel, two colorful sewing kits, and a pair of small golden scissors.

She thought about it, compared the size, and started making the sachet attentively.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes...

ten minutes.

The man outside finally couldn't sit still and stood up from his seat.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but still walked towards the cloakroom.

It was indeed within her expectation.

Jiang Yun couldn't help but feel nervous in her heart, but she still tried to remain calm on her face, seemingly still concentrating on her handicrafts.

She admitted that she did not fully understand his character, but she had figured it out a little bit over the past few days.

When encountering big problems, he is willing to let go and give each other space and time to think slowly.

It was such a small matter, but he had to communicate and resolve it immediately. Regardless of whether the outcome is good or bad, the main purpose is to avoid more misunderstandings and a cold war that continues internal strife.

The proposal was indeed successful.

But just now, her mindless admission and eagerness to escape probably made him feel a little restless now, right?

Lin Jianyang put his hands in his pockets and didn't stop until he reached her side.

There is only this single sofa in the cloakroom. Standing and looking down feels too oppressive and is not suitable for communicating with her properly.

He thought for a moment and chose to kneel on one knee beside the coffee table and watch the constant movements in her hands.

Jiang Yun tied two tight knots on the thread in her hand gracefully. She slowly picked up the small scissors and cut off the thread. Then she slowly raised her head and looked at the man kneeling next to her like a docile big dog.

She raised her beautiful eyebrows and said calmly, "May I have any advice from Mr. Lin?"

"What are you doing?"

"Doing handcrafts." Didn't you tell him just now?

"...What kind of handicrafts are you doing?"

"Oh, it's a sachet. Have you seen ancient TV series? It's the kind that the male characters wear around their waists. Of course, it can't be that detailed, just for fun."

Is it fun to make sachets?

It was not an area he knew well. Lin Jianyang pursed his lips. He couldn't answer the question for a while, and couldn't find a suitable topic to talk about again.

He could only watch intently as Jiang Yun started the next round of threading, quickly but elegantly sewing a straight dotted line on a piece of golden cloth.

It seems that there is a special charm in doing handicrafts, which can make people forget their boredom and distress for a while and devote themselves wholeheartedly to the movements of their hands. Be focused and expect something.

Jiang Yun finished sewing this piece before tying a knot leisurely, and then carefully cut the threads again.

She still had no intention of stopping what she was doing to ask the man what he was doing here.

This time she focused on taking out a long red rope from the pile of objects on the side.

Just as she was about to put a slender black clip on the red rope and poke it into the fabric, she suddenly seemed to think of something and turned her eyes to the man who was kneeling quietly next to her, intently watching every movement of her hands.

The actors are in place.

it's time.

"Cough cough."

Jiang Yun stopped her movements and cleared her throat specifically.

There was so much preparation ahead, and now she was finally about to start.

Lin Jianyang raised his eyes in confusion.

She was polite and said, "Mr. Lin, could I borrow your left hand?"

Lin Jianyang had no objection. He stretched out his slender left hand in front of her, as if obediently waiting for her next instruction.

Jiang Yun put the red rope in her hand on his empty left wrist and gestured back and forth.

Seemingly dissatisfied, she frowned and shook her head slightly, then moved the red string away from his straight five fingers.

She first pointed the red string at his thumb in a serious manner, showing dissatisfaction.

I measured his index finger again and was still not satisfied.

Finally, it circled around his slender ring finger, making it just right, not too loose or too tight.

Lin Jianyang was thoughtful, an imperceptible smile flashed across his face.

Very short, fleeting.

Jiang Yun pinched the two ends of the rope with her fingers, neatly tied a slip knot across it, and let the two ends of the red rope hang down.

The meaning is self-evident.

Lin Jianyang's hand has slight dents between the joints. The clear and raised veins faintly show his strength. The neatly manicured nails look particularly clean and pleasing to the eye.

The slender ring finger is now ringed with a bright red ring, making the skin on his hand even whiter.

Well, her work today is really good.

Jiang Yun admired it quietly for a while, and finally a satisfied smile appeared on her face, mixed with a hint of a successful scheme.

She turned his hand over with the back of it facing up and reached out with her own to grasp the tips of his middle three fingers.

She raised her head to meet Lin Jianyang's deep eyes, tilted her head and smiled narrowly.

"Mr. Lin, do you regret it?"

Feeling the warmth of her delicate hands, Lin Jianyang stared at her smiling face, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose with hers.

"No regrets."

"Really?" She returned his previous question intact to him.

If you want to determine my mind, it is better for me to determine your mind, because I know my own mind very well.

This matter cannot be delayed any longer. She must bring it to a satisfactory end today, so that the two of them will not have to worry about each other anymore.

"This is your last chance?" she added coquettishly, looking at him with piercing eyes.

Lin Jianyang pursed his lips, his bottomless eyes filled with tenderness.

It was obviously him who was kneeling on one knee, but it was she who asked him what he wanted.

The picture is very familiar, but the character attributes are completely reversed.

But he didn't mind.

Lin Jianyang finally smiled brightly and heartily.

"No matter how many opportunities I get, I will never regret it."

Jiang Yunzheng was a little moved, but unexpectedly he stood up and picked her up in his arms.

"Hey!" she exclaimed.

"Let's take a look at something." Lin Jianyang said, holding her steadily towards the outer study, and then gently placing her on the ergonomic chair behind the desk.

what?

Jiang Yun followed his gaze to the huge computer screen in front of her without knowing what was going on, and was immediately shocked.

A row of sketches with different designs were displayed on the screen from left to right, with a string of numbers and small English characters on them, without any Chinese characters.

It turns out that he was so focused just now, not on work, but on studying these things?

She couldn't understand the small English characters, but she could understand what the sketches meant.

They are all rings.

Or rather, a wedding ring.