A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

"Weiwei, don't tell me that you didn't recognize me as your uncle!"

Sheng Yujun had the words "I paid by mistake after all" written on his face, but he tried his best to show his signature smile, as if he wanted to show his affinity.

He put a lot of effort into sneaking into Weiran, but in the end, his niece didn't recognize him at all? What is this?

"Uncle...uncle?"

Cheng Jianwei looked at the man in front of him, who looked like he was in his early thirties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, handsome and hard features, and memories from before emerged.

No wonder she felt familiar. This was not the last time she had a video chat with her mother, Sheng Yu, who insisted on giving her 50 million yuan for her uncle Sheng Yu!

She sternly refused, but her uncle asked again and again, so she tearfully accepted 50 million, fulfilling his wish.

The key is……

"Why did uncle come to Weiran?" Cheng Jianwei asked, looking up and down at the man who suddenly appeared.

Sheng Yu was wearing a dark gray suit, a clean white shirt, his dark hair was meticulously combed, and he was holding a translucent document bag in his hand.

Except for a fierce look on his face, but also a handsome appearance that is a mixture of Fu Chen and Fu Ran, he is just like an ordinary office worker, but he appears in the coffee corner of the artist practice room of Weiran Film and Television.

She suddenly remembered that Sheng Yu was the president of Shengshi Film and Television.

Shengshi is the company where Sheng Ningning works, and she is the target of poaching.

Moreover, Cheng Jianwei just learned a few days ago that Sheng Yu probably has a complicated relationship with Song Yinong, the president of his company.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Sister Yinong to say, "Why bring up a dead person?"

Generally speaking, ex-boyfriends are equal to dead people.

"I'm going to lie down, ahem, I'm going to investigate Wei Ran." Sheng Yu swallowed the word "undercover" and said unhurriedly.

Cheng Jianwei: "If uncle wants to inspect, just come directly. Why do you have to hide your identity and act like a dog?"

"Why am I so sneaky? I am... I came with the young people who came to Weiran for an interview. You are not allowed to look at your future workplace before the interview." Sheng Yu spoke plausibly.

He took a paper cup from the coffee corner, pressed a few buttons on the coffee machine, ground a cup of coffee himself, and poured two or three bags of brown sugar into the coffee.

Immediately, Sheng Yu took out a bottle of lime-flavored sports drink from his arms and handed it to Cheng Jianwei.

He watched the live broadcast and knew that his niece liked to drink this.

Sheng Yu is dressed in a low-key and ordinary way, but every move she makes is personable, elegant and cool.

However, in Cheng Jianwei's opinion, her uncle looked most like Fu Ran, so no matter how elegant and cold he was, she felt that he would turn into a middle-aged version of Erha in the next second.

"She is the chairman of your Weiran... How could I come directly..." Sheng Yu murmured in a low voice.

Cheng Jianwei didn't hear clearly: "What did uncle say?"

"Ahem," Sheng Yu coughed and said with a straight face, "I mean, I've been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be here, Weiwei."

He showed his critical eyes as the president of a film and television company, looked at the male and female artists outside who were spreading their peacock tail, and narrowed his black eyes: "This Weiran fitness facility is quite good. But -"

Cheng Jianwei also opened a film and television company for the first time, so he humbly asked the president of the opposite company: "Uncle, if you have any suggestions, you might as well tell me."

Sheng Yu calmed down, looked at his precious niece, and remembered the purpose of his trip, and said: "But, we Shengshi Film and Television have everything in Weiran Film and Television, Weiwei, come to Shengshi, our Sheng family will never let you suffer. A little aggrieved."

Cheng Jianwei: Huh? (O_o)??

Sheng Yu showed his snow-white teeth, like a middle-aged Fu Ran wagging its tail at her.

"Ah Ning should have told you that Shengshi Film and Television belongs to our Sheng family. Your eldest brother Fu Chen and Sheng Ning are here. If you sign to Shengshi, you can choose from all the resources of Shengshi. What do you think? It's not bad."

Cheng Jianwei reacted.

After years of poaching others, it was the first time I met someone poaching myself.

"So uncle is here to poach Weiran?" She hit the nail on the head.

Sheng Yu said calmly: "We are a family. If we change companies as a family, how can we call it poaching?"

Cheng Jianwei: Who knows? The president of a rival company infiltrated her company and tried to poach her as the chairman.

"Uncle actually thinks too much. Weiran didn't cause me any injustice. I'm fine here." She said softly.

Sheng Yu took a sip of coffee and didn't believe it at all. There was a hint of distress in his eyes.

How could my eldest niece not feel aggrieved after living abroad for so many years? Of course she must be taken home and taken good care of.

"How many years of the contract did Shengshi sign with you? How much is the liquidated damages? Forget it, no matter how much it is, my uncle will pay it for you." He waved his hand and said the line exclusive to the boss.

Cheng Jian slightly extended an index finger.

"One year...no, ten years?"

Sheng Yu frowned and blurted out: "I know that this woman Song Yinong is cunning, cunning, and cold-blooded. She just bullied you. She just left Asahi. She is young and ignorant. After ten years, she really dares-"

Cheng Jianwei denied: "It's not ten years."

She heard Sheng Yu mention sister Yinong's name and realized that because Zhou Ciyan helped her hide her identity, Sheng Yu regarded Song Yinong, Weiran's apparent president, as Weiran's chairman.

Cheng Jian's red lips slightly raised, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and his tone was joking: "Uncle, what is your relationship with Sister Yinong?"

"No, it doesn't matter. Weiwei, why did you call her Sister Yinong?" Sheng Yu blushed, suddenly stuttered, and her eyes darkened.

Song Yi Nong.

A cold and beautiful face appeared in his mind, and his heart suddenly hurt.

How long has it been since you mentioned this name? He thought that he might never interact with Song Yinong again in this life, but he didn't expect that he would blurt out her name.

Obviously ten years ago, he thought they would definitely get married.

But ten years later, they became strangers.

"Because Sister Yinong is very good to me, just like my sister." Cheng Jianwei looked behind Sheng Yu.

A tall and slender figure wearing high heels had appeared behind him.

However, the uncle didn't notice at all and was still struggling with how long the contract he and Wei Ran had signed.

Sheng Yu asked depressedly: "How long is it if it's not ten years? Only one year? Impossible. How could she do such a loss-making business?"

The woman in my memory was usually as cold as an iceberg. She worked like an emotionless robot and was extremely strong. Only after completing the work or with her own efforts, would she show a gentle and touching smile.

She is such a cold-blooded and ruthless robot, she will definitely squeeze Weiwei...

Cheng Jian slightly shook his index finger: "For a lifetime."

As the chairman of Weiran's entire group, she signed a lifetime contract with Weiran.

Sheng Yu was stunned.

"Damn it, how could Song Yinong be so cruel!"

Sheng Yu was so angry that she almost jumped up. All the nostalgia that had just arisen in her heart disappeared, and her eyes became sour with anger.

Song Yinong, this iceberg, not only bullied himself, but also bullied his newly found niece! My uncle can't bear it, but my uncle can't!

"Which floor is your chairman's office on? Uncle, let's go find her right now. We are artists and actors, not people who signed a contract of prostitution!" He gritted his teeth and said.

Cheng Jianwei patted his uncle on the shoulder, mourned for him for two seconds, and said, "You don't have to look for the chairman. Firstly, uncle, Weiran's chairman is not Sister Yinong. Secondly...she is right behind you."

Sheng Yu: "Huh?"