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

This man may have been shivering due to the high fever just now, but he didn't kick off the quilt that was tightly tucked in at all four corners of her. Now that he was close, he could see drops of sweat on his forehead. Her black hair was also wet with sweat, and was messy and tangled together, with a few strands hanging down aimlessly.

The flush on his cheeks faded, and his face looked better than before. But the lips were dry and dull, and there was even some skin on them.

Because he changed his sitting position, the quilt naturally slid down to his waist, revealing his wrinkled shirt. The damp fabric was now sticky on his slightly sweaty skin, and the inside was faintly revealed. The scenery of a mature man.

He was sweating all over, and now his skin was exposed with the quilt open. Although the air conditioner in the room was not very cool, was he sure he wouldn't catch a cold?

The man in front of her had the unique charm of being lazy and carefree after recovering from a serious illness, but Jiang Yunke couldn't stand it at all.

She reached out and pulled the quilt up until it covered his shoulders before she was satisfied. Then she turned around and rummaged for something in the big closet on the other side of the bedroom, "What do you usually wear here?"

The sensor light in the closet turned on with the sound, and a row of white lights illuminated the interior. There are all kinds of clothing inside, but the quantity is not large. Maybe it's because he doesn't live in city B?

Lin Jianyang's voice was hoarse, "Just any shirt."

Hearing this, Jiang Yun came out with her head buried in the closet and stared at him with a look of disbelief on her face, "Shirt? Are you sure you also wear a shirt when you rest?"

Is this man out of his mind? Did he have nothing else to wear except his shirt? Although the character of the boss does have an important element of the shirt, but now that he is resting in his own territory and is sick, he still needs to wear a shirt?

Lin Jianyang nodded with a sure look in his eyes without hesitation.

Jiang Yun turned back, rolled her eyes behind his back, and continued to look for clothes.

Shirts, suits and trousers, just pass.

A long nightgown, I felt it, it was neither thin nor thick, but the material didn't seem to be very soft, so it wouldn't be good to wear it directly next to the body, right? You have to wear something that can absorb sweat underneath.

Continuing to look through the racks, she finally found a set of sportswear deep in the closet.

This sports set is hung by two hangers at the top and bottom. There is a white T-shirt hanging on the hanger above, with no prints and only a fluorescent green tennis racket logo on the chest. There is a pair of navy blue sports shorts sandwiched on the hanger below, and there is also a fluorescent green tennis racket logo on the left pocket.

This should be the suit he usually wears when exercising, right? This boss wouldn't wear a shirt when exercising...

It feels like pure cotton, soft and smooth when pinched, very comfortable. Jiang Yun wanted to confirm the material, but she couldn't find the material label of this suit of clothes after turning over and over. There shouldn't be any inferior products in President Lin's wardrobe, right? It's not a brand after all, it must be some kind of private customization, right?

No matter what, this tracksuit is more suitable for the sweating patient in the room than a closet of shirts.

Jiang Yun picked up the sportswear and went to the bathroom to get a clean white bath towel.

She placed the things in her hands in an orderly manner beside the bed, not allowing the man on the bed to interrupt. She knelt down and looked at him, "Well, if you have some strength now, please take off your wet clothes first, and then wipe them with a bath towel." Get rid of the sweat on your body and put on this clean sportswear."

Lin Jianyang moved his lips, "I want to take a shower first."

"No, you can easily catch a cold if you take a shower like this." Jiang Yun refused sternly.

"Just three minutes."

"Not now!" What's wrong with this man? He's still bargaining for money even though he's sick?

Jiang Yun took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and then said patiently and quietly, "If you have a cold, you will infect it to me. If I also have a cold, I can't just take medicine. I don't care, but as for whether this virus will be harmful to my stomach, What impact will it have on the baby inside..."

She deliberately left half a sentence unfinished, believing that he should understand what she meant. According to the previous experience of getting along with him, what she said didn't count, and he would always take care of it if the child was moved out.

"...Take a warm bath for one minute." Lin Jianyang still didn't give up.

The eyes of the two people met in the air, and countless "crackling" sparks seemed to be produced at the intersection, fiercely conveying each other's emotions.

Jiang Yun was so angry when she saw that he had turned into a big beast after falling ill. She suddenly came to his face, holding his cheeks firmly with both hands, her eyes were sincere, but her tone was as fierce as if she was gritting her teeth, "If I say it doesn't work now, then, no, okay. Wipe yourself and change clothes first, then get up. Eat something. When you're dry, take a shower."

It was rare to see her insisting on one thing so much. Lin Jianyang had no choice but to finally nod and admit defeat.

You are usually quite sweet and docile, why are you so fierce now? If someone else had talked to him like this, he would have found an excuse and thrown it into the Atlantic Ocean.

Lin Jianyang compromised, but his figure did not move.

Jiang Yun didn't understand what he was waiting for, and her eyes were confused, "What's wrong? You wipe it quickly. After wiping it, I will take the bath towel and dirty clothes to the dirty clothes basket."

Lin Jianyang picked up the bath towel and rubbed it with his fingers. His eyes moved slightly, but he still didn't get up.

Jiang Yun was very confused by him. what happened? Was he given a body-fixing spell by some great god?

"Lin Jianyang, you——"

Before he finished speaking, the man in front of him seemed to have been pressed on the freeze button and came to life again.

He pulled off the quilt, stood up beside the bed with his tall figure, and began to unbutton his shirt as if no one was watching. He unbuttoned the buttons slowly with his hands, lowered his head slightly, but stared directly at Jiang Yun.

It turned out to be him!

Jiang Yun suddenly blushed.

Is he waiting for him to go out? There was clearly a mouth on her face. She asked twice more, why didn't she just say it? Besides, what's the matter with taking off some clothes? It's as if no one has seen a man before. Is he the stubborn one? She didn't quite get what he wanted!

Lin Jianyang saw that her cheeks were flushed, but she still couldn't get out. He raised his eyebrows slightly, increased his speed with his hands, and unbuttoned all the buttons of his shirt from top to bottom in a few strokes.

He took off the two cuffs that shone faintly under the light and placed them on the bedside table. He stretched out his arms and pulled off the shirt and threw it on the floor, revealing his muscular upper body. He picked up the bath towel and began to wipe it slowly.

Um? Still not leaving?

Yes, I won’t leave, I’ll piss you off!

Jiang Yun didn't show anything on her face, and even had a hint of stubbornness on her rosy face, but her hands were wringing each other behind her back, as if two people in the room were silently confronting each other through the air.

Lin Jianyang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and continued to wipe himself. After wiping the chest, wipe the abdomen, after wiping the abdomen, wipe the arms, after wiping the arms, wipe the back. The movements are elegant, leisurely, and even a bit imitating a flat model to show off your figure. After all, "As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed."

Seeing that Jiang Yun was still frozen in place with her neck stiffened, he casually put the bath towel beside the bed, gathered his slender hands on his abdomen, and took off the belt of his trousers in a few moments, even making a gesture to pull down the zipper of his trousers. .

This man! unacceptable!