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

Lin Jianyang leaned forward, his warm breath spraying on her neck, as if it was tickling her. Jiang Yun tilted her head slightly and touched his warm cheek. Smelling the familiar scent of him, her mouth felt inexplicably dry.

This time there was no panic or fear. Instead, she enjoyed the ambiguous moment when the two hugged each other tightly.

"Really?" Lin Jianyang's final voice rose in her ears, a little lazily. Their cheeks were touching, and their lips were only a few feet apart.

"Why on earth did you give it?" Jiang Yun asked in a low voice, raising her left hand to gently caress his chiseled chin on the other side.

"Do you need a reason to give a gift to your wife?"

"It depends on what you give."

"It's okay to give small gifts, but not big ones?" Lin Jianyang's eyes were as dark as flowing through the abyss. The deep voice sounded a little lingering in the darkness. His palms gently rubbed back and forth on Jiang Yun's waist, "Then tell me, what kind of gifts cannot be given?"

"It's not that I can't give it away... I just," Jiang Yun was speechless, unable to find a suitable word to describe the complicated feelings she had been feeling. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick her slightly dry lips, "I just don't want to feel like I'm being given a handout."

"Give, give." Lin Jianyang repeated word for word, "Why should I give to you?"

"Because, because the gap between us is too big." Jiang Yun looked straight into the darkness in front of her. The darkness gave her the courage to finally confess what she had been feeling for the past few months. Yes, because the economic conditions of the two are so different, every insignificant material gift to him seems like charity to her.

"So, you are inferior to yourself." This time it was a definite tone.

"……Um."

"Just because I have more wealth than you?"

"more or less."

The two of them fell into silence together. Although their bodies were tightly pressed against each other, there seemed to be some kind of unspeakable rift between the two people.

Are they quarreling? Jiang Yun's heart was not as calm as her appearance. She felt some inexplicable heartache and regret. In fact, everything was fine. He meant well just now and didn't mean to be sarcastic. Why was she suddenly so impulsive in tit-for-tat?

The silence lasted for maybe a few minutes, but those few minutes felt like an eternity.

Lin Jianyang let go of Jiang Yun's waist, and his face no longer touched hers.

The temperature suddenly disappeared, and Jiang Yun still stood stiffly.

So, he was really pissed off by her? Think about it, giving gifts to your wife is something that makes both parties happy, but now what you get is her rejection, being asked questions, and even saying hurtful words like giving charity. No one can bear this tone.

Jiang Yun lowered her eyes, trying to pick up the pieces of her emotions, and planned to leave this heart-stopping darkness first.

Suddenly, an unknown force came from nowhere and picked her up by the waist. Jiang Yun was so frightened that she screamed and stretched out her hands to reach everything around her.

It's Lin Jianyang! What is he going to do? !

Jiang Yun held Lin Jianyang's neck with both hands and was carried to the sofa behind by the princess. Putting her gently on the sofa, Lin Jianyang fumbled around in the dark and finally turned on the switch of the floor lamp next to the sofa.

The boundless darkness was finally broken by the warm light. Jiang Yun squinted her eyes for a moment and was finally able to see the scene in front of her clearly.

She leaned on the leather sofa. Lin Jianyang held the sofa with one hand and leaned in front of her, sealing her in the closed space between him and the sofa in disguise. They were so close to each other that Jiang Yun could even count the number of his thick eyelashes.

"What if I say, I envy you too?" He finally said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" Envy her? Is he kidding?

"You are freer than me, you dare to choose better than me, and you are more honest than me. If you give me a gift, is it also considered a charity?"

W-what? What is he saying?

Jiang Yun couldn't believe her ears. Is this what Lin Jianyang said? Is this what Mr. Platinum said? He said he envied him, and also said that if she gave a gift, was it also a form of charity?

How could she give alms?

Jiang Yun looked at the enlarged handsome face in front of her in disbelief.

There was no joking or ridicule on Lin Jianyang's face. A small version of her was reflected in his deep eyes. Jiang Yun's mind went blank and she was momentarily speechless.

Is she freer than him? Is she more courageous to choose than him?

Or even, does he think she is more honest than he is?

At this moment Jiang Yun had to admit that men and women were indeed different species from two planets. In his heart, freedom and honesty are more important than money?

This kind of belief only appeared in Jiang Yun's teenage years when she was in the second grade of literature and art. At that time, she firmly advocated freedom and firmly believed that "life is precious, love is more valuable, and both can be thrown away for the sake of freedom." However, since she entered college and became a social person, she has been severely taught how to behave in a cruel society. , she learned to bow to money.

Now she cannot understand Lin Jianyang's concept. Maybe after people earn a certain amount of wealth, they will yearn for freedom and honesty?

But shouldn’t wealth bring freedom? Only when economic conditions are stable can one support oneself in pursuing freedom.

Their noses were facing each other, Lin Jianyang's strong breath full of male hormones and the faint fragrance of Jiang Yun's hair were entwined and ambiguous.

"My grandpa has been very strict with me since I was little. I don't have the chance to choose on my own," Lin Jianyang's deep voice was a little hoarse. "I can only move forward and cannot stop. There are countless people following me, and there are countless people following me." People are waiting for me to make a decision. Wealth can bring improvement in material life, but that is not what I want."

His tone was flat, just a statement, but it made Jiang Yun feel soft. She couldn't help but gently reached out to comb his slightly messy hair, gently, even with a touch of affection.

"Wealth makes them all put on a mask, speak according to my face, and act based on my eyes. Maybe someone else would be happy, but I would just be bored."

Lin Jianyang's eyes were deep, but without any emotion. Jiang Yun didn't want to look at his cold and fragile eyes anymore, so she silently stretched out her hand to cover his eyes, forcing him to close them.

Listening to these inner words, she felt a little distressed.

I don't know what his parents are like, but they don't seem to give him much love. He works day and night, regardless of holidays. Making money is no longer his purpose. He has just been trained to get used to this kind of life since he was a child, and he continues to move forward like a robot for several years.

He had plenty of wealth, but the depths of his soul, where Jiang Yun could currently reach, seemed to be nothingness, completely blank.

Does he have any hobbies? Is there anything he likes to do? What is his passion? Jiang Yun didn't know, at least so far, she didn't feel anything.

In other words, it is not an exaggeration to say that Lin Jianyang loves work and enjoys work, and that work is his passion.

So if the job is taken away, what is left?

Maybe she really spoke too harshly just now. Unable to contain her rising emotions, she spoke uncontrollably.

Jiang Yun looked at the thin lips close at hand, with a trace of tenderness flashing in her eyes. She raised her head without hesitation and placed a gentle, warm kiss on Lin Jianyang's thin lips.