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

After returning to the company, Jiang Yun seemed to be reborn.

Familiar colleagues, familiar work stations, familiar projects, familiar Mr. Wang. She had only been away for a week, but Jiang Yun felt as if she had been away from him a lifetime ago.

Yesterday, a driver contacted her and politely asked her when she planned to move to Mr. Lin's place, but she didn't agree. My own little world is pretty good. Although it's not as grand as his, it's better than being peaceful and warm.

"Xiao Jiang is here." Wang Chengxin checked in and followed Jiang Yun into the company's office area.

"Good morning, Mr. Wang." Jiang Yun nodded politely. She has not forgotten that she hid at Xixi's house before and was asked for her address in various ways by Lao Wang. Now I understand, Lin Jianyang’s little eyeliner.

"Well, Xiao Jiang, come in and talk." Wang Chengxin invited warmly.

Jiang Yun put down the laptop in her hand and walked into Wang Chengxin's independent office under the different looks of her colleagues. "Mr. Wang, do you want to see me for something?"

"Oh, um," Wang Chengxin closed the door and lowered his voice, "Xiao Jiang, look, do you want to take maternity leave in advance?"

It turned out to be this one. Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief. She thought there was something wrong with her work. "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your kindness. No need, I think I'm in good health." Besides, how could anyone start maternity leave so early? This is not called maternity leave. It should be called sick leave and personal leave.

"Um, Mr. Lin paid special attention to me yesterday and wanted to--"

"Mr. Wang, I am who I am, and it has nothing to do with Lin Jianyang." Jiang Yun interrupted him without hesitation, "How I worked in the past will be how I work in the future. Mr. Wang, please don't look at me with colored glasses. It's time later. I will ask for maternity leave from HR."

Wang Chengxin was stunned. Why does it seem like we haven't seen each other for a week? Xiao Jiang's tone of voice and aura are a bit like Mr. Lin? He is currently the only one in the company who knows some inside information and will not be...

"Okay, okay, then you can watch your work by yourself. If you feel uncomfortable, report it to me as soon as possible!" Wang Chengxin nodded hurriedly.

Jiang Yun smiled politely and turned to leave.

At noon, I had lunch downstairs with my colleagues and returned to the company. The administrative girl at the front desk kept sending ambiguous glances at Jiang Yun.

what happened?

"Jiang Jiang, there are your flowers."

Jiang Yun was confused. flower? What flower?

The little girl at the front desk magically pulled out a bouquet of brightly blooming red flowers from the high counter, "Your flowers."

Jiang Yun has been allergic to pollen since she was a child. She only dares to look at various flowers in full bloom from a distance and dare not get close to play with them. Facing the large bouquet that was delivered to her, Jiang Yun reflexively turned her head and then reached out to take it.

I rummaged through the bouquet from a distance, but couldn't find any cards or pieces of paper left by the sender.

"Minmin, who gave us Jiang Jiang?" Xiaolu, a colleague next to him, looked curious.

"I don't know either. The guy who sent the flowers just asked me to sign for them and then left without leaving any words. However, if what he sent was roses -"

Jiang Yun was ashamed, "Minmin, this is not a rose, it is a rose."

"Ah?" The little girl at the front desk was surprised. She has indeed never received flowers herself...

"The thorns of roses are small, and the thorns of roses are big. Although they are both called roses, they are still different." Jiang Yun endured the slight itching of her nose and explained patiently.

"Oh oh oh, learn to grow old, live to grow old." Taught, taught.

Reluctantly carrying the bouquet into the office while everyone was envious, Jiang Yun briefly explained that she was allergic to pollen, then simply wrapped the large bouquet individually and gave it to all the female colleagues in the office on this floor.

For a moment, the office was filled with the light fragrance of flowers, as if surrounded by a sweet and romantic atmosphere.

Have a good meal = lunch Wang Chengxin returned to the office floor alone:?

At noon the next day, the little girl at the front desk still helped Jiang Yun sign for a bouquet of flowers. This time it is a champagne rose, with a high-end and elegant outer packaging box, which has a particularly romantic style.

Jiang Yun resisted the urge to sneeze and distributed another one to everyone.

At noon on the third day, the little girl at the front desk helped Jiang Yun sign for a large bouquet of beautiful lilies. This time the flower delivery boy was caught before he could evacuate. After asking the flower sender, he showed his work mobile phone and showed the flower delivery information in the order to the girl at the front desk. The name of the flower sender was Mr. He, and the contact number column was empty.

A man named He? Which one? She didn't remember dealing with a man named He. Jiang Yun frowned and thought hard.

She didn't know him, and there was no contact information in the order. How could she find him, tell him that she was actually allergic to pollen, and beg him not to send any more?

At noon on the fourth day, the girl at the front desk detained the flower delivery boy for various reasons according to Jiang Yun's wishes. Jiang Yun still accepted today's carnations and gently asked the flower delivery boy to tell the flower delivery person not to send any more.

The flower delivery guy was also very helpless. He couldn't contact the flower delivery man backstage. He had to wait until all the bouquets he ordered for this week were delivered. If he placed another order, he could try to contact him.

Forget it, they are also working, why should it be so difficult for them to do so? Jiang Yun had no choice but to let him go.

She uploaded a picture of a beautiful bouquet on her mobile social media app, along with a text, "Thank you for the flowers (love) sent by the well-wishers. But I am allergic to pollen, can you please let me go? (laughing and crying)"

A bunch of friends liked it, but no one left a message to acknowledge it.

After five consecutive days of delivery like this, Jiang Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief when she got off work on Friday. She was away from the company on the weekends, and she finally didn't have to deal with flowers every day.

She took the bouquets of the last two days home and gave them to Xixi to decorate the live broadcast room. As long as she didn't enter Xixi's room, she would be fine.

"I asked, is it possible that it was given by Mr. Lin of your family?" Wu Xixi looked at Jiang Yun's face and asked carefully.

"Impossible, the flower sender's last name is He." Jiang Yun denied it.

"Then, is it possible that this man named He is your assistant? Secretary? Or a subordinate? What do you think? If the CEO sends flowers, how can he have time to implement the details?"

"..." It seems to have some meaning. But, Lin Jianyang? Send flowers? It feels like two unrelated things, a turtle and a game console, were forced together. However, she has not met any assistants around Lin Jianyang so far, and is not sure if there is such a person.

"Otherwise," Wu Xixi said with a face full of gossip, "send a photo of the bouquet to your Mr. Lin and let him guess."

"Guess what?" Jiang Yun didn't understand.

"I guess he gave it to you himself or someone else gave it to you. If it was given by him, he should have some impression, right? If it was given by someone else, then he should realize that someone else is chasing you now, right? Do you need to fly back quickly?"

"...No, it's so childish." It sounded like children playing house. One had to deliberately show off before the other could respond.

"Then I can't think of anything." As a good friend, she really tried her best.

strangeness. Who sent the flowers?