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

As promised, Lin Jianyang flew back to City A this Saturday. He made an appointment with Jiang Yun to visit his grandma on Sunday, and he began to adjust to the time difference again.

On Saturday, Jiang Yun arrived in City A by train and had a wonderful day's rest with her mother and grandmother at home.

On Sunday morning, at the agreed time, she waited downstairs for Lin Jianyang's driver, Uncle Qian's car. This car may be used to pick up and drop off old ladies more often. The interior space in the car is surprisingly spacious, and there are not many conspicuous interior decorations, revealing a low-key luxury.

Uncle Qian doesn't talk much, always has a smile on his face, is kind, and drives smoothly.

"Ms. Jiang, if you feel cold or hot, just tell me." This was the first time Uncle Qian spoke, "Look at my brain! I should call you Madam."

"It doesn't have to be like this, Uncle Qian. You'd better call me Miss Jiang, or just call me Jiang Yun." Jiang Yun really can't adapt to the Lin family calling her Madam. She always feels that this title is only used in those TV series. have.

"Then I will call you Miss Jiang. Miss Jiang, the old lady really likes you, and I hope you can come and see her more when you have time."

"Yes, I will."

"I have watched Xixi grow up. It is not easy for a person to be so independent since childhood. Although he always has a cold face, in fact, he has a cold face and a warm heart. Miss Jiang, don't be scared by him. , if something happens, I hope you can stand on Xixi’s side and consider it."

Something happened? What's up? Could it be that Uncle Qian also heard about this week's news about Lin Jianyang?

Lin Jianyang himself does not have a public social platform account, and the Platinum Group he owns did not issue any relevant statement this week to explain the authenticity. Public opinion on the Internet is gradually disappearing, but almost everyone believes that Lin Jianyang's attitude is acquiescence.

"Okay, I understand, thank you for reminding me." Jiang Yun thanked her seriously. No matter what, Uncle Qian said these words because he regarded her as one of his own.

Let her consider the problem from Lin Jianyang's perspective... If she were Lin Jianyang, her day would be full of work, meetings, and social events, and she would have to find time to deal with her. The foreigners around her would not pay attention to domestic news. Could it be that he doesn't know the sexy news about himself at all?

Jiang Yun felt uncertain and stared at the receding scenery outside the window in a daze.

When I arrived at the Lin family's old house, I didn't see Lin Jianyang, nor did I see Grandma Xue. It was Qian's mother who received her.

"The little madam is here! Come in quickly." Qian's mother was very enthusiastic.

"Mom Qian, just call me Xiao Jiang." Jiang Yun was embarrassed.

"Hey, Miss Jiang! This morning, the community announced that there will be an open-air Huangmei Opera. I just sent the old lady out to watch the opera. I have to wait for a while. I will pick her up later."

Going to the theater? Grandma Xue is still able to go to the theater at such an age. She is really energetic.

"Xixi came back in the middle of the night last night. She was working and having a meeting. She is catching up on her sleep upstairs. Why don't you go up with some snacks and see if he's awake?"

Qian’s mother smiled enthusiastically, but Jiang Yun was embarrassed to refuse.

On the table was a plate of pastries of various colors with attractive shapes. Jiang Yun couldn't help but want to devour them. She smiled at Qian's mother, then reached out and picked up the plate and went upstairs.

The outer room of the corridor on the second floor is an open study, and the inner room is Lin Jianyang's room. She followed him all the way here last time, and she still had a good impression.

I stood at the door and knocked lightly, but no one responded, not even any movement. Want to go in? Or should you wait downstairs for him to wake up?

After hesitating for a moment while looking at the pastry in her hand, Jiang Yun still tried to push the door open.

The door is unlocked, and there are silent strips installed around it. There is basically no sound when opening and closing the door.

Jiang Yun gently placed the pastry plate in her hand on the glass countertop in the middle of the room, and then looked into the bedroom inside.

Separate small living room, no one. There is no one in the private bathroom inside. The bedroom inside...the door was ajar, and a man could be vaguely seen half-sitting on the bed through the gap.

An Apple laptop was casually placed on the mahogany bedside table next to it, with a pair of rimless gold-framed glasses placed on it. There were two large, plump pillows behind him. The man was half-sitting and leaning on the pillows, with his head tilted to the outside.

There was a thick beige carpet on the floor. Jiang Yun quietly approached the bed without making any sound. Seeing that the man seemed to be sleeping soundly, she simply leaned against the bed and sat down on the carpet, carefully supporting the bed with both hands, and stared blankly at the handsome man in front of her who seemed to be sleeping deeply.

It’s only been a week since we last met, but it seems like it’s already been three years.

He has messy but textured black hair, slightly wrinkled sword eyebrows, and a faint blue circle under his thick eyelashes. The bridge of his nose is still straight and upright, his lips are slightly pursed, and stubble has grown around them.

He was still handsome and handsome, but his face was full of fatigue, especially now he looked uncomfortable.

Rushing back in the middle of the night and still working? These dark circles... I'm in London this week. I have to work and be jet-lagged. I also have to take time to go shopping and have dinner with the old British man. I'm afraid he is extremely sleep-deprived.

Jiang Yun's delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly, feeling a little distressed.

One, two, three... The man in front of her didn't wake up for a long time, and Jiang Yun began to count his eyelashes out of boredom. She stretched out her hand, intending to point at her eyelashes and count them, but she accidentally brushed them across the bridge of his nose, barely wiping them.

Jiang Yun immediately held her breath. The man didn't move.

Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was really tired and slept so soundly.

His eyebrows will turn into ugly and fierce Sichuan eyebrows if he frowns any further... Jiang Yun muttered in her heart. Although it is hot early summer, the cool central air conditioner is turned on in the house. Not only is there no heat in the room, but it is somewhat cool.

Afraid that he would catch a cold while sleeping, Jiang Yun stood up and reached out to gently pull up the thin blanket that only covered his abdomen until it reached his chest, covering most of his body.

The thin blanket didn't fit his body, leaving a small gap in the middle. As a human being, she sent Buddha to the West. Jiang Yun simply stretched out her hand and patted the blanket to drive away the cool air inside. Hey, she's so sweet!

Just as she was about to stop and return to her previous sitting position on the stall, a wave of warmth instantly surrounded her, and she felt like the world was spinning. Jiang Yun was pulled to her side by the seemingly sleeping man. With another tornado-like movement, she was hugged sideways by Lin Jianyang, and they were wrapped together under the thin blanket.

Head to head, body to body, legs entangled with each other.

I don't dare to move, I really don't dare to move. Jiang Yun's eyes widened and she stiffly maintained her current lying position. I had only had such close contact with him that night, and now that I was revisiting it, I felt a little uncomfortable.

he woke up?

Counting to sixty silently in her mind, there was no movement from the people around her, and his warm and even breathing sounded in her ears.

Is this sleepwalking? Or, some kind of instinctive reaction? Jiang Yun was in shock, but what was certain now was that she was pinned down by him again!

Finally, she couldn't help but secretly turned her head to look at Lin Jianyang's face. He was still sleeping, but he no longer frowned.

"Hello, Lin Jianyang?" Jiang Yun tentatively spoke softly.