A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

"No, no, Jianwei, please listen to my explanation——"

He was stunned for a few seconds, put the water glass aside, and said hurriedly: "I don't like wearing this... I thought you wouldn't come back tonight..."

Cheng Jianwei waved his hand: "It's okay, I understand, and I respect it. Mr. Zhou thought I wasn't going home tonight, so he wore a dinosaur doll costume. It's very cute."

After all, she had known before that Zhou Ciyan was a little princess at heart.

She just...

The head of the Zhou family, who looked noble and cool during the day and chatted with his brother, was now wearing doll pajamas, which was a bit unaccustomed.

Cheng Jianwei told herself that this was her agreed husband after all, and she should learn to get used to whatever the little princess did.

"Cute?" Zhou Ciyan took off his hat, his handsome face turned crimson, and his ears were as red as burning, "Well, actually this dress is very convenient for knitting sweaters, you see... or I can show you how. ?”

She saw the ball of wool in his kangaroo pocket, and then looked at the scarf he just gave her today hanging on the hanger.

Except for the color, everything else is similar.

"So the scarf Mr. Zhou gave me today was knitted by myself?"

Zhou Ciyan's face turned completely red: "Guess."

Cheng Jianwei looked at the scarf in front of him in surprise.

For the first time, someone knitted a scarf for her, someone waited for her to come home and cooked a table full of dishes, someone put good-smelling aromatherapy in her car, and someone made her cold "home" feel warm.

"Mr. Zhou particularly likes knitting sweaters, or..."

Blushing, Zhou Ciyan dragged the green dinosaur tail and sat down next to Cheng Jianwei. He took out a ball of wool and a half-knitted scarf from his kangaroo pocket. He held two sweater needles in one hand and began to knit seriously.

"Jian Wei, do you still remember what you promised me?" he asked.

Cheng Jianwei nodded: "Are you meeting Zhou Ciyan, your grandma? As long as "Let's Go" is on holiday, I have time."

She had previously asked Zhou Ciyan to help her find a professional manager to serve as the CEO of Weiran Film and Television to share Lu Zhi's affairs. The condition was that she would accompany Zhou Ciyan to see his grandma.

Although Zhou Ciyan's friend has not yet joined the company, she believes that he will not break his promise.

"Then let's do it tomorrow," Zhou Ciyan said. "Grandma asked me to take you back to Zhou's house tomorrow. I said before that our husband and wife are in harmony, ahem, and I also said that you knitted a scarf for me, so I want to bring this Scarf…go back.”

Cheng Jianwei understood: "Do you want to knit another one to match my couple's one?"

Zhou Ciyan nodded, his expression returned to normal, and he said calmly: "This can better reflect the deep love between us as husband and wife, so grandma can rest assured."

Then, they can wear the couples scarf.

Zhou Ciyan has prepared clothes for tomorrow, in seven colors. No matter what color Cheng Jianwei wears, he can match her.

"Okay, let's go see grandma together tomorrow."

Cheng Jianwei's heart moved slightly, and his red lips raised teasingly: "However, you lied to grandma that I knitted it, but I didn't move a single stitch. This seems so insincere."

Zhou Ciyan's eyes lit up, and he handed the sweater needle to her: "Jian Wei, you can knit the last two stitches for me, so it counts as a gift from you."

Cheng Jianwei smiled at him: "Then you'd better knit it yourself slowly, I'm not very good at it."

Zhou Ciyan: "..." The black and white canine's tail drooped.

I feel more and more that his wife is so heartless. What should I do?

After saying that, she got up and left the sofa: "I'm going to bed first. Good night, Mr. Zhou."

She hurried upstairs to her room.

Zhou Ciyan was stunned in place, her words still echoing in his mind.

"Good night...Mr. Zhou."

He murmured in a low voice: "Good night, Miss Cheng."

Good night is sometimes the most subtle expression of loving someone.

He knew that Cheng Jianwei's good night had no other meaning, but he was still happy for it.

Immediately, Zhou Ciyan lowered his head, the movements in his hands became more skillful, and the speed of knitting scarves increased again.

In the room, Cheng Jianwei fell on the bed and tossed and turned for several minutes, but still couldn't fall asleep.

What's going on? I have narcolepsy... I should fall asleep immediately.

But why was her heart beating so fast? All she could think about was the scene of Zhou Ciyan wearing a scarf for her during the day.

That scarf was knitted by Mr. Zhou himself, and he still has this skill.

I’m going to meet Zhou Ciyan’s grandma tomorrow. What should she say? How is grandma? Thank you for your hard work, grandma. I will be kind to Zhou Ciyan... No, what is she thinking?

No, Cheng Jianwei sat up suddenly

It's obvious that she thinks Zhou Ciyan likes her, but it's not that she likes Zhou Ciyan. Why is she tossing and turning like this? It's Zhou Ciyan who should be nervous and restless.

Her phoenix eyes trembled, and she opened the door with bare feet.

The light in the living room was still on, but it was turned down one degree to a warm yellow.

The warm light fell on the sofa, outlining Zhou Ciyan's enlarged figure in a doll suit, and also gilded his clear and handsome eyebrows with a layer of gold.

Behind the sofa was the dark shadow cast by the dinosaur doll. He lowered his eyes and carefully sketched the outline step by step, unaware of Cheng Jianwei's approach.

"It's done!" Zhou Ciyan took a long breath and muttered to himself, which made him even cuter.

He happened to finish knitting, unfolded the entire scarf, looked at it, and picked it up again to see if there was anything wrong with it.

Zhou Ciyan raised his head and saw Cheng Jianwei. His breath trembled and he said in surprise: "Why haven't you..."

He knew that Cheng Jianwei liked to sleep, and it was impossible for her to be awake at this time.

Cheng Jianwei took the scarf away from his hand: "I drank a cup of coffee during the day and now I can't sleep. Since I knitted the scarf for Mr. Zhou, let me try it on Mr. Zhou."

As she said that, she took a step forward, put one knee on the sofa, put one hand on Zhou Ciyan's shoulder, and said in a clear and beguiling voice: "Lower your head."

Zhou Ciyan lowered his head obediently, his Adam's apple rolling.

Cheng Jianwei's shadow was slender and slender, overlapping with his big shadow. She wore a newly knitted scarf and gently wrapped it around his neck twice.

The furry feeling of the scarf touched his neck, and the girl's warm and soft fingertips also gently brushed his chin.

Zhou Ciyan smelled the faint fragrance of Cheng Jianwei's body and missed his breath for half a beat.

"Smile." Cheng Jianwei added.

Zhou Ciyan obediently curved his lips again, as well-behaved as a big dog.

"It's very good," she said. "Mr. Zhou's craftsmanship is very good. If these two scarves are knitted by me, they will definitely leave a good impression on grandma."

Zhou Ciyan nodded.

"By the way, what does grandma like?" Cheng Jianwei asked.