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

Jiang Yun lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then raised her eyes and looked at him seriously, "Classmate Lin, I heard that your grandfather is very strict. If you don't do well in the exam this time, you may not have enough to eat."

"I've always done well in exams."

"What's the score in the college entrance examination?"

"There was no college entrance examination. The SAT I took was 1580, I remember."

"What's the perfect score?"

"1600."

"...Okay. Then how much did you take the high school math test?"

"High math? Calculus? Full marks."

"...Then I don't think you're good at sports. How much is a one-thousand-meter run?"

"Remember running 3:50 in high school."

“Can you finish a marathon?”

"Never tried it."

"So, what's your BMI?"

"I haven't been tested recently."

Jiang Yun's eyes rolled around, and an idea came to her mind, "Summary, how do you say it in French?"

Lin Jianyang thought for a moment, and then spoke a word with complex syllables but elegant in a still slightly hoarse voice, "récapitulatif."

"……Row."

This is the most loquacious and difficult-to-pronounce word that Jiang Yun has ever encountered when she was learning French. It is said that even the French have to tie their tongues. I didn't expect that it would come out of his mouth so smoothly, and every syllable would be appropriately balanced, unlike when she said it in a hurry like a tongue twister.

And the uvula at the beginning is as natural as the locals, with a hint of sexiness in its elegance. Why did he say that his French skills had declined before? Sure enough, he was pretending to be x in disguise.

"Excuse me, Teacher Jiang, what else do you want to test for me?" Student Lin had a good attitude.

"No more. Classmate Lin is really bravo!" Jiang Yun pretended to praise him exaggeratedly to cover up the embarrassment deep in her heart that she was instantly killed.

"Then, is that okay?" Lin Jianyang glanced at the food on the table.

"Of course, please."

Jiang Yun hurriedly made a "please" gesture to him. The dishes and dishes are already in place, and everyone can start serving rice as needed.

Lin Jianyang picked up a pure white ceramic bowl and filled it with a whole bowl of rice. When he was done, he pressed it down with a rice spoon.

Jiang Yun deliberately waited for him to finish his rice spoon before going to get the food, but she didn't expect that his outstretched hand would be stuffed with the warm bowl filled with rice. She wondered, "What are you doing?"

"It's for you. Is it enough?"

"...I can't eat so much, thank you."

Three black lines faintly appeared on Jiang Yun's forehead. I bet this bowl of solid rice was served for her. I really appreciate his kindness. Do you think she is a pig eating so much rice?

It is not polite to come and go but to reciprocate is a virtue.

Not to be outdone, Jiang Yun picked up the largest spare bowl and filled him with a large bowl of Cantonese porridge. She piled all the ingredients on the surface and placed it in front of him with a smile. Return this sentence to him, "Is this enough for you?"

This woman is a bit vindictive and really doesn't want to suffer any loss. Lin Jianyang raised his eyebrows, but still reached out and took the big bowl of porridge. He stared at the rice bowl in Jiang Yun's hand and began to ask the next question, "But I want to eat your rice."

Are you sick? You want to eat rice and you just handed her the rice bowl?

Jiang Yun felt a dull pain in her temples. Why does this man act like a child when he is sick? He keeps silent when he is supposed to speak, and is stubborn when he is asked to speak. He finally looks normal but is uncertain at the same time.

She tried to calm down the anger that was brewing in her heart, and tried her best to force out a gentle smile, "You still have a low-grade fever. If you have a bad appetite, you should drink some porridge to warm your stomach first. It will be easier to digest and will not put too much burden on the stomach. .”

Lin Jianyang couldn't help laughing when he saw Jiang Yun's awkward look of being gentle on the face but violent on the inside. A rare clear smile appeared on his face, which gradually spread, and there was even a smile in his eyes.

His narrow eyes were slightly curved, with a smile on his face, "I have a good appetite, and I even want to drink ice Coke."

He actually has a sleeping silkworm right now? No, what did he just say?

Jiang Yun was confused by his rare smile and didn't pay attention to what he said specifically.

Coke, right? Coke, oh yes, Coke!

She proudly went to the kitchen island to get a blue Coke can, clicked the pull tab, slowly began to pour Coke into the glass, and picked two or three ice cubes from the ice bucket next to it. Throw it in gently.

The coke kept making a hissing sound. Ice cubes smash into it, continuously producing small bubbles that rise.

Thanks to He Zhong, your tricky problem is not a problem for me.

Jiang Yun smiled and handed the glass to Lin Jianyang, who couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes, and asked kindly, "Mr. Lin, what else do you need?"

I have to say that the service is very satisfactory. I don’t know how she learned about this little hobby of hers, but I always feel that... there is a knife behind her smile.

This time he became Mr. Lin again, and the beautiful school days were over.

Lin Jianyang thanked him politely and took a sip of the slightly cold drink. Bubbles exploded in his mouth, followed by a numbing tingling sensation, and his sense of taste, which had been numbed by the high fever, returned.

His appetite was really good, so he stopped deliberately making things difficult for Jiang Yun and finally started to eat seriously.

After finishing her dinner, Jiang Yun burped unexpectedly, put down all her strength and leaned lazily on the back of the chair. She sat cross-legged on the dining chair and let out a sigh of contentment.

What is paradise on earth? Eat delicious food, look at handsome guys, the temperature is right, and you don’t have to pay!

She looked at Lin Jianyang's almost bottomed porridge bowl and the two plates of appetizers, and nodded with satisfaction. She does have a good appetite, unlike her, who can hardly eat anything every time she is sick, and it always takes several days to regain her appetite.

"Can't I go to Grandma Xue's place this week?"

"Yes. You have a prenatal check-up tomorrow, so it's not suitable for you to travel back and forth."

"how about you?"

"I'll go back when you finish tomorrow."

Jiang Yun's originally expectant eyes drooped upon hearing this.

In fact, she wanted to stay with him for a while longer this week, but now that Grandma Xue has just been discharged from the hospital, she really needs the company of her relatives, especially her good grandson. He himself has to start work on Monday and has been on a business trip for a week. He doesn't know how much domestic affairs have accumulated.

For reasons and reasons, he should rush back tomorrow. She didn't mind, and she shouldn't mind, really.

"What? You want me to stay one more day?" An imperceptible smile flashed across Lin Jianyang's face and disappeared in a flash.

Huh? Jiang Yun suddenly raised her eyes.

【Today's Small Theater】

Everyone has their own opinion on whether President Lin has any weaknesses.

Jiang Yun (thinking seriously): No one is perfect in this world, he must have weaknesses. By the way, sick, he will get sick!

Wu Xixi (shouting loudly): Yes, there must be! It's so disrespectful to spend money to solve problems at every turn! Please Mr. Lin look down on me a little more!

Minmin & Xiaolu (cautious): There is no weakness on the surface, but we think he may have some unusual habits behind his back, such as...likes to smell smelly socks?

Grandma Xue (cheerful): Yo! This time I was finally interviewed! The weakness of our family Xixi is that she is too busy at work, so busy that she is dizzy! Is it possible to make all the money? It’s all his grandfather’s fault for bringing him up like this since he was a child... (It’s probably to make up for the word count, so I’m omitting a thousand words later)

The author’s mother (cautiously): Mr. Lin, what do you think?

Lin Jianyang (smiling but not smiling): Such an obvious answer, just think about it yourself.