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

The phone was hung up, but what He Zhu just said was still replaying in her mind.

Isn't it just a cup of Coke? If he can drink it, doesn't that mean he's feeling better? Is this logic correct? It can also be thought of the other way round, right?

She no longer hesitated, scanned the menu again and ordered a glass of Coke. She specifically left a message in the order notes asking for ice cubes, and it was delivered to the suite together with the order just now two hours later.

After finishing all these things, Jiang Yun felt bored by herself. She simply went to the living room and brought a thick pillow, put it under her buttocks and sat on the edge of Lin Jianyang's bed. She took out her mobile phone and started browsing.

She made a special note of the name of the blogger that Sister Lu followed at noon. Since she had nothing to do now, she also searched for him on social platforms, mainly to download the few personal photos of Lin Jianyang he had taken.

She still doesn't have a photo of Lin Jianyang... Of course, those scandal photos that were flying all over the Internet before are not included, nor are the marriage certificates that were forced to be taken awkwardly together!

Jiang Yun neatly downloaded all the photos taken by the uncle blogger to her mobile phone, enlarged them one by one, and slowly tasted them.

He is handsome as well as cold, his eyes are as sharp as ever, and his temperament is as handsome as ever. But over the past few days, she has gradually become familiar with him. What attracts her most about this man in the photos is the concentration released from his whole body.

I don't know if all women can agree with this sentence, "Serious men are the most handsome." Anyway, she has been in agreement with this sentence since she saw it somewhere. No matter what a boy or man looks like, when he concentrates on doing something, the aura of righteousness and perseverance exuding from his whole body will make people look at him.

The same is true for Lin Jianyang, not to mention his superior appearance. Jiang Yun supported her chin with one hand, tilted her head lazily and looked back and forth at the photos. She couldn't help but imagine the scene of him giving a speech in front of everyone.

A black suit is precisely tailored, highlighting his elegance and grace. The tall nose bridge outlines a sharp line, and the sword eyebrows are raised, revealing absolute confidence and calmness, but also a hint of coldness and alienation.

He has an aura, sharp eyes, a deep voice, a tall figure, and is proficient in a certain business field. His words are concise and to the point...

If he were her teacher in a certain subject at university, she would definitely not dare to take advantage of it at all, and would even work very hard to get the best in that subject. If he were his boss, at first glance, he would not be the kind of person who would try to make a big deal every day. He would most likely be the kind of devilish superior who speaks sharply and can directly persuade people to quit...

Stop it, stop it! Jiang Yun, do you think your current work pressure is not high enough? Or was he not challenged enough before?

Jiang Yun stuck out her tongue, glanced at the man in front of her who was breathing heavily with his eyes closed during the illness, turned off the photo, opened a TV series at random, and started watching the show with the smallest voice.

Watch for a while and change the towel on his forehead. Look at it for a while, and take a distracted look at his face.

He slept very deeply, in a very good state of sleep, and basically didn't move the whole time.

The sun was setting and the night was getting darker. The crescent moon hanging in the sky was faintly visible outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. There was a trace of silvery moonlight in the house where the lights were not turned on.

Looking at the phone in the dark was very hurtful to the eyes. Jiang Yun rubbed her sore eyes and simply put away the phone. She held her face with her hands and propped herself up on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at Lin Jianyang's sleeping face.

How domineering and bad-tempered he was at the beginning, but how peaceful and quiet he is now in his deep sleep. With his eyes closed, he no longer had the indifference of being someone who was thousands of miles away, and his relaxed brows revealed an aura of harmlessness.

Jiang Yun sighed secretly. I really didn't expect that he would fall ill immediately after returning from a business trip to France for a few days. I don’t know how intense his work was there, and I don’t know how he rested, or whether he really rested like she did when she sent a message to report her whereabouts. The current facts prove that the domineering president is also a human being, with a body made of flesh. If a workaholic keeps spinning like crazy, his body will eventually sound the alarm.

The eyelids of the man in front of him suddenly moved slightly, and the fingers placed by his side and pressing on the quilt also twitched slightly.

Jiang Yun immediately cheered up and straightened up her flabby body.

Was she a little dazzled after staring for too long, or was he about to wake up? Are you feeling uncomfortable, or are you just sleeping until you wake up naturally?

She couldn't help but hold her breath and stared at his face tightly, not wanting to miss any movement from him.

Lin Jianyang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes unavoidably out of focus like when he just woke up.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Yun quickly stood up, turned on a small wall lamp with gentle light on the wall, and then took off the towel that was applied to his forehead and was warmed by his cover, "How do you feel?"

Lin Jianyang's consciousness gradually returned. He closed his eyes and opened them again, this time his eyes were much clearer.

He was already feeling a little uncomfortable on the plane back to China, but thinking about his appointment with her and accompanying her for a prenatal check-up tomorrow, he felt that this physical discomfort could be overcome. According to his past experience, physical discomfort without other special symptoms can basically be solved by sleeping. Ninety percent of it is caused by recent excessive fatigue, and you can recover on your own after a good rest.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he returned here, he would start to feel dizzy, his right temple would beat wildly, and his brain would feel as if a drill had punched a hole in it. Unable to care too much, he managed to walk to the bedroom with the last of his consciousness. He was so exhausted that he lay down directly on the bed.

He fell asleep so drowsily that he didn't have time to send a message to Jiang Yun, nor did he bother to find painkillers...

Lin Jianyang's eyes turned to the woman's face, which was shrouded in the warm yellow glow of the wall lamp above her head.

It turns out she is still there.

Jiang Yun quickly took his temperature without waiting for his answer.

Didi, 37.6.

The antipyretic medicine had taken effect and the temperature had cooled down a bit. Although she still had a low fever, she was obviously relieved. The fever had been so high before, and she didn't expect him to return to normal body temperature all at once. There is always a process of getting sick, and there must also be a process of physical recovery.

Although there was still an unspeakable dull pain in his head, Lin Jianyang had some strength this time. He reached out and took the pillow away from his back, letting his upper body fully lean against the head of the bed and sitting up.

He picked up the glass on the bedside table next to him and took a sip of the cold water, moistened his throat before speaking, "I feel better."

Finally got a chance to look down at him. Jiang Yun stood by the bed and looked at him from top to bottom. Except for the fact that her body temperature had dropped and her face no longer showed a sickly flush, she couldn't feel the "much better" he said at all.