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

Jiang Yun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and stared at the night sky in a daze, then turned to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

The footsteps made no sound on the carpet, and the whole suite was eerily silent.

Finally, I saw the open kitchen next to the large living room corridor with the elevator. The windows are still bright and clean, but there is really no trace of anyone living here. There are no vegetables, no fruits, and no drinks in this open kitchen. There is only a solitary transparent kettle and a glass on the island in the kitchen.

When I opened the built-in refrigerator, there was nothing else inside except a few bottles of pure water. It was just as empty.

Not to mention the cooking area, at least on the surface there were no pots, utensils, or condiments needed for meals, let alone any traces of cooking. She believed the stove if it was just opened. There was no water stain even in the sink.

There were only a few bottles of red wine scattered on the wooden wine racks nearby, and there was nothing worth seeing.

There was absolutely no grandeur that she imagined rich people would like. It was just like a cold palace, with everything it should have, but nothing seemed to exist.

The CEO of a multinational group actually lives in a place like this in City A?

Jiang Yun clicked her tongue, poured a small half cup of water from the kettle, held it in her hand and returned to the sofa in the living room, admiring the night view of City A and waiting for Lin Jianyang to finish handling the matter.

Is he human? Is he human? If you are a human being, you need to eat, drink water, rest and have fun. How does he usually live here? If you don’t eat and only drink water, what about cultivating immortality? No TV or any entertainment, Fakir?

No, I usually said on the phone that I would exercise, so there should be some exercise equipment here, right?

Jiang Yun sipped her saliva from time to time, twitching her ears and finally caught a hint of movement.

The man's slender figure walked out slowly from the end of the corridor. Wearing a clean white shirt and black trousers, he has handsome but slightly tired features and a gentle but indifferent look.

Jiang Yun forgot to drink water, and her eyes were caught by his figure. Regardless of his appearance and background, no one would suspect that he is an international model with this figure.

Lin Jianyang was not angry when she saw that the only sofa in the living room was unceremoniously occupied by Jiang Yun and her backpack. She squatted down, leaned against the coffee table and sat directly on the soft carpet.

The two looked at each other, as if they were waiting for each other to speak, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment.

This...did she occupy the magpie's nest?

Suddenly realizing this, Jiang Yun lowered her eyes in embarrassment and murmured in a low voice, "Well, I didn't find any other place in your house where you can sit..."

Lin Jianyang didn't care and nodded approvingly, "I found some water to drink, not bad."

Huh? Is this a sincere compliment to her, or is she being sarcastic? Jiang Yun held the water glass with both hands, hesitating about how to answer the conversation, feeling a little frustrated.

It's obvious that they have done some intimate things, but why do they still act like strangers every time they meet? Even if they were ordinary friends, Jiang Yun would not be so silent. She had to think carefully before saying anything. What went wrong?

Lin Jianyang saw Jiang Yun's confusion. Perhaps because he was at home, he was a bit lazy and casual, and his voice was not loud and low.

"The elevator in the parking lot has direct access, and a housekeeper cleans it every day. I basically only exercise and sleep here."

Oh...he actually took the initiative to explain to her why this house looked so lonely.

"You don't want to eat here either?" Jiang Yun said with some temptation. Can we talk about this topic?

"I usually come back here after eating out. Even if you want to eat, you can ask the butler to bring it to you." As he said, he glanced in the other direction of the living room, "That's the door the butler comes in. You don't usually have to go that way." .”

Understood. Jiang Yun nodded as if she understood. The housekeeper and outsiders can use the normal passage, and the suite owner can take the elevator directly to the home. Well, it fits the setting of a top-end mansion.

"What time will I go to your house tomorrow night?" Lin Jianyang supported his head with one hand and leaned leisurely on the coffee table. Without the sharpness of the day, he looked a little lazy.

"My mom and grandma were talking about six o'clock tomorrow night, is that okay with you?"

"can."

"..." I couldn't continue talking anymore. Jiang Yun felt very uncomfortable being alone in the private space belonging to the man across from her. He held the water glass with both hands, but he didn't know where to place his legs, and he didn't know where to look with his eyes.

Jiang Yun's eyes were full of embarrassment. Lin Jianyang was amused in his heart, but his face remained calm, "You know my family, now I'll take you back."

send her home? You came here and sat there for about ten minutes. Are you going back now?

Jiang Yun couldn't tell her true inner thoughts for a while. I was relieved that he kept what he said before, "I'll show you where I live in City A", but why did he seem a little disappointed...

"Okay." After all, we are on his territory and we just have to listen to his arrangements.

Jiang Yun obediently put the water cup she was holding back on the coffee table, stood up and walked towards the main living room and the elevator.

Hey, why is there only one button next to this elevator? Also, the elevator to enter the home, either up or down, really only requires one button.

It's so embarrassing, she really looks like a curious baby who has never seen the world. Jiang Yun thought guiltily, and was about to reach out and press the elevator button when she was suddenly interrupted by Lin Jianyang behind her, "Don't go here."

She turned around and saw Lin Jianyang walking towards the dark brown door with his hands in his pockets. Then he stood at the door and turned around to look over, as if waiting for her.

What is this situation? Didn't he say before that the butler only used that door? Why is it inconsistent again?

Jiang Yun said nothing, curling her fingers hanging by her side. She glanced at the elevator in front of her, but chose to walk in his direction obediently.

Lin Jianyang stretched out his finger and pressed the electronic code lock. The door beeped crisply, the door lock popped open, and the door opened automatically. He took the initiative to take Jiang Yun's right hand and strode out of the door.

Outside the door is a corridor with some extra decorations. There is an exquisitely designed small platform every five or six meters on the left and right, with bottles of flowers exuding a quiet fragrance on it. The corridor is not wide, so it can only accommodate a row of three people walking together. But it is very short. The two ends are right at the door of Lin Jianyang's suite and the door of another suite. There is only an elevator in the middle, which is probably a passenger elevator for the housekeeper or visitors.

Strange, why does it look familiar? It seemed like she had been here before, and it seemed like she had never been here before, but had only appeared in similar scenes like this. That's what the French call deja vu, the so-called sense of sight...

This scene had an indescribable sense of familiarity and weirdness, and Jiang Yun began to feel slightly dizzy.

But the big hand holding hers was real and warm. She returned to reality, squeezed the hand of the man next to her, and chose to continue walking forward with him.

【Today's Small Theater】

This house is very contradictory, and as a first-time visitor, Jiang Yun is also very conflicted.

What is going on with this man's financial status? You could say he was rich, but the house he lived in was indescribable. Apart from some necessary furniture, there was almost nothing and it was empty. You could say he was poor, but he lived in the center of this wealthy area. He could take the elevator directly to his home, so he didn't look like a temporary renter living in a butcher's nest.

Isn’t the contrast too great?