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

Just as there was a red light in front of him, Lin Jianyang stepped on the brakes, and the royal blue sports car slowly stopped behind the line.

With his right hand, he took out a small object from the locker in front of Jiang Yun and gently placed it on her lap. "The old man insists that I give it to you. You should keep it first."

Jiang Yun lowered her eyes and stared at the small square wooden box on her lap in front of her, with a puzzled look on her face.

Old man, which old man? Mr. Lin? But didn’t his grandfather pass away a few years ago? Is this haunted?

"You...Grandpa?" Jiang Yun turned her head and looked at him curiously with a pair of bright eyes, playing with the small wooden box in her hands.

"Mr. Williams from England, do you remember him?"

"Oh! It's him, remember!" It turned out to be the old man who asked Lin Jianyang to leave his job and accompany him to the Thames River. It really startled her.

Jiang Yun groped over and over again and carefully looked at this exquisite wooden box, but she could only find the four-digit code lock on one side, and no other traces could be found.

"It has a four-digit password. You should need a password to open it. Do you know the password?"

Lin Jianyang shook his head when he heard this, "He only told me that he would give it to you and hand it over to you personally."

Jiang Yun completely forgot about the sudden acceleration of her heart that made her heart beat faster, and began to study the little combination lock in her hand with all her heart.

It was specially given to her. Could it be that the password was her birthday? I heard that the old man has great powers. He should be able to find out her birthday, right?

She carefully turned the four numbers 0314, but there was no response from the wooden box.

Obviously this password is wrong.

It's not her birthday, is it his birthday? Jiang Yun once noticed his ID number on the marriage certificate and secretly remembered his birthday.

1223... also didn’t respond. strangeness.

What other four-digit numbers could it be? It can't be the old man's own birthday, right? But she had never met him, so how could she know?

Jiang Yun gently shook the wooden box, only to hear the sound of a hard object inside hitting the wooden box back and forth.

There are no clues at all, so I really can’t guess. She finally gave up and prepared to put it back in her locker.

Lin Jianyang glanced at her movements and said calmly, "Keep it, maybe you can open it one day."

If I can't open it now, will there be a chance to open it in the future?

Jiang Yun looked at him strangely, but chose to listen to his opinion and silently put the small wooden box into the side pocket of her casual dress. Fortunately, the skirt is made of black denim, and there are slight bulges at the pockets, which are not too obvious.

After driving for about ten minutes, the sports car drove out of the villa area along the river and entered a flat area with a wide view.

After entering another gate, as far as the eye can see are green open-air tennis courts divided into squares. After driving straight to the end of the road, turning right and driving for a short distance, Lin Jianyang finally stopped the car and turned off the engine in a VIP parking lot.

In addition to their royal blue sports car, there was also a red Porsche Panamera parked in the parking lot.

Jiang Yun got out of the car with him, watched him put on the huge tennis backpack effortlessly, and followed silently behind him.

What kind of friend would he be able to ask him to play ball with? As cold and cold as him, or is it the other extreme, passionate and fiery?

After all, if you can make friends with an ice cube like Lin Jianyang, it should be normal to have a warm face but a cold butt, right?

Lin Jianyang glanced at the phone, looked back and saw that she hadn't followed, so he stood there. When she slowly walked to him, he reached out and grabbed her hand, and then took another step forward.

After walking side by side with him for two or three minutes, Jiang Yun entered a super spacious tennis court. Why her first impression was that it was super spacious? It was because this tennis court not only had a large circle of space around the court, but also a large circle of spectator seats. It was very different from those streamlined courts on the roadside. It looked more like a professional tennis court. Tennis venue.

The lighting in several places on the court is very powerful, lighting up the entire court as bright as day.

There were already two people waiting on the sidelines, one sitting and one standing. The standing man had his back to the light, shielding the seated man in darkness. He held the back of the audience's chair with one hand, leaned over and whispered to the person sitting there, which seemed intimate from a distance.

Lin Jianyang led her until she walked to them, then let go and took off her backpack.

Only then did Jiang Yun see the appearance of these two people clearly. Standing was a tall man wearing a green sportswear. He looked about the same age as Lin Jianyang. He had fair skin, clear black and white eyes, and his brows were as gentle as jade. His plump head was shaved almost bald, and his cold and stiff hairstyle was completely inconsistent with his gentle and elegant temperament. The whole person was full of contradictions.

When he heard the footsteps coming in, he stood up straight. Now he turned his head and looked over, with a smile still on his lips.

The lights instantly illuminated the audience seats, revealing the true face of the person sitting there. I saw that she was a woman with neat short hair, delicate features and a pointed chin. Her face was rosy and she was smiling. Her body... had an obvious bulge just like her!

When the short-haired man saw Lin Jianyang bringing someone over, he smiled and punched him on the shoulder, a painless blow, "Mr. Lin, you are really hard to date."

Lin Jianyang had sharp eyes and quick hands. He reached out and grabbed his fist, pushing him back with a slight force. "It seems that your company's business has not grown recently, leaving Mr. Sheng with nothing to do."

The short-haired man chuckled, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, "Come on, Lin Jianyang, I asked you to have dinner with me some time ago to discuss investment. If you don't call me back, forget it. I have to rely on He Zi to find out about you. How much is He Zi's annual salary? I'll give it to you. Double dig him.”

Seeing that the man was not talking properly, the short-haired woman who was sitting stood up and pulled his arm. She turned to Lin Jianyang with a smile and said, "Jianyang, don't argue with him. You pleased him last time. Yes, I still remember this cautious attitude."

The short-haired man hugged the short-haired woman and asked unconvincingly, "Who are you saying is being petty? Why is your husband so petty?"

The short-haired woman chuckled crisply.

Her surname was Sheng, and she was rejected by him again, and it was He Zhu who contacted her... It seemed like she had this vague memory. Was it the time Lin Jianyang fell ill with a high fever a month or two ago and she called He Zhu?

Lin Jianyang put his strong arms around Jiang Yun and nodded to the short-haired woman, "Jiang Yun, my wife. Zhou Wu, his wife."

Wife? He can actually scream so naturally now? Jiang Yun couldn't help but look up at him and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Zhou Wu nodded friendly to Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun quickly returned a polite smile.

"Hey! Why don't you introduce me to him?" The short-haired man was obviously not happy.

"What does my wife want to know you for?"

"Of course I will introduce her to a more reliable man than you!"

what?

Jiang Yun's eyes widened as she watched the gentle man in front of her spit out unseemly words, and she almost laughed out loud in her heart. This was the first time she saw anyone who dared to challenge Lin Jianyang face to face, except of course Grandma Xue.

No, can't laugh. This was related to President Lin's face. She had to hold it back, even if she couldn't hold it back. Jiang Yun was distracted and tried her best to manage her facial expressions.