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

When Xibao was three months old, Jiang Yun and Lin Jianyang took their family to a French villa for vacation and held a very private small wedding.

It's really just a vacation, with a wedding on the way.

Just on the lawn of my villa, with just a few tables of close family and friends, it was an extremely simple process.

No press, no publicity, no sponsorship, no rehearsals.

As noon approached, Jiang Yun was wearing a white satin wedding dress custom-made by a local French niche designer. She was arranging her long hair and looking at herself in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She was extremely grateful that she could successfully regain her pre-pregnancy figure before the wedding.

Because she insists on breastfeeding, her bust is still plump. The well-cut retro tube top has a circle of wavy folds, which complements her considerable whiteness and adds a natural and unobtrusive sexiness.

The carefully cut and carefully selected high-end fabrics perfectly fit her slender waist that took two months of hard work to restore. The satin was tightly tightened at the most graceful part of the waist, and then hung down to about ten centimeters above the ground, just right. Revealing her slender and white ankles.

The back has a simple V-shaped opening with straps, and several fine and textured white satin straps faintly reveal her smooth and beautiful skin. The original design on the back was a bolder deep V that went straight to the waist. It was only forced to open to the center of the back at Lin Jianyang's strong request. It was really a pity for the original ingenuity.

This wedding dress, whose overall design is not complicated but shows careful attention to details, was chosen by Jiang Yun at a glance among many designs a month ago. She wanted this kind of simplicity but not simplicity, exquisiteness but elegance, and the most important thing - light enough.

Yes, light enough.

It's so light that it won't put too much burden on you. It's like a small dress that you can wear to annual meetings. You don't need help from others to carry it, and you don't need to worry about stepping on the hem of the skirt. Even if you are stepping on Hentiangao, you can easily move your steps, and the skirt will dance in a moving arc around your feet with the agile steps.

Once upon a time, she had also dreamed of a medieval palace-style wedding dress with a large skirt, and had imagined that one day in the future she would wear a complicated white gauze made by heavy industry, but she gave up the idea after she tried it on herself.

Heavy, too heavy.

Life is already so difficult, so there is no need to add burdens to yourself for no reason, right?

The wedding is yours, so there is no need to embarrass yourself just to keep up the good work.

The smiling woman in the mirror has finally tied up her long hair, and wears a white shoulder-length veil from the same designer on the top of her head. You can vaguely see the lines of grass on it, which is dreamy and light.

A pair of pure white but pink shiny high heels are neatly placed next to the slipper-wearing feet, which can be regarded as the only bright color in the whole outfit.

The clear makeup on her face was created by the only makeup artist around her, Ms. Wu Xixi. It looked elegant but was exquisite in every aspect. At the moment, she even applied a few hints of glitter at the strong request of the artist. The relaxing mood of her recent vacation made her look very good, and her fair and rosy skin looked almost breakable.

In the past twenty years, Jiang Yun had never appreciated her own beauty in front of the mirror like at this moment, almost reaching the level of narcissism.

"Xiao Qi, isn't your godmother beautiful?"

Zhou Wu, who was sitting on the sofa with a view, held the white and tender little baby in his arms and smiled a little narrowly. Of course, she didn't expect the little baby, who could only squeal now, to answer her question.

Zhou Wu barely gave birth to a girl at 7 a.m. the next day after the operation, after a vertebral autopsy. To commemorate the time when she struggled to break out of her shell, she was named Xiaoqi.

Xiao Qi opened her big innocent eyes and looked at her godmother who was in a narcissistic mood in front of her. She meowed a few meaningless milky sounds. No one answered her and she giggled to herself.

Zhou Wu tried to translate his daughter's laughter, "Xiao Qi said that her godmother is so beautiful today."

Jiang Yun smiled, "Can you understand Xiao Qi's um um ah ah ah again?"

Zhou Wu hugged the fair and chubby Xiao Qi intimately and spun him around in front of her intentionally or unintentionally. "She also said that she also wants to dress so beautifully in the future."

"Easy to say, godmother's outfit has no successor, so naturally it has to be passed on to our lovely Xiao Qi."

Jiang Yun said, and gave a loud "pop" on Xiao Qixiang's soft and tender face.

"What about me?" Wu Xixi, who was thinking about folding towels into a pair of crooked-neck swans on the other side, was unhappy.

"Please my little friend Xixi say goodbye to being single first!"

Wu Xixi rolled her eyes at her speechlessly and continued to study the handiwork in her hands.

If he had known earlier, he would not have told her that he and He Qingzheng had broken up. He would have no face at all in front of married people with children, and he would not be able to reply. He would even have to face the huge embarrassment of standing in a row with his ex-boyfriend for a while.

Suddenly, a tall light gray figure appeared at the door of the room. He bent his fingers and knocked lightly on the door, "My eldest ladies, you should go down in ten minutes."

Sheng Ruyu is not angry because she cannot be angry. It was clear that today was Lin Jianyang's wedding. His wife and her daughter spent the whole day by Jiang Yun's side, even if they didn't take him to play with her, they didn't care whether he lived or died.

He had finished breakfast in the morning, had already completed two meetings with Lin Jianyang, checked the lawn layout, confirmed the catering and security for the luncheon, and even worked hard to play a game of basketball with him. Now that the groom who was so nervous that he had nothing to do was finally willing to go dress up and let him go. Isn't it time for someone to take care of his life and death?

It had only been a long time since they had seen each other, and he missed his little cuties so much.

Jiang Yun grabbed Xixi and quickly retouched her makeup, while Zhou Wu held the drooling Xiao Qi to calm her man's bad mood. Lin Jianyang worked nervously with her man all morning, and she took Xiaoqi to accompany the nervous Jiang Yun all morning. Now it's time to retire and enjoy a beautiful lawn wedding with her man.

After blowing a kiss to Jiang Yun, Zhou Wu smiled and handed the soft Xiao Qi to Sheng Ruyu, who had just finished dressing up in a hurry, took his other hand and went downstairs.

His hair was a mess, the lining of his suit was untied, and his cuffs were hanging loosely. Where can I find the proper etiquette to attend a friend’s wedding?

Zhou Wu sighed, and had no choice but to pull him towards the changing room on the ground floor, and then think about dressing him up.

He was the only friend Jian Yang invited over, could he stop being so sloppy? He doesn't dislike it, but she does!