A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

Zhou Ciyan turned around and tried to calm his pounding heart. A deep voice came from the thick scarf: "As long as it's you, grandma will like it."

"I'm talking about grandma's hobbies," Cheng Jianwei said, "Of course grandma likes me. Does she have any other hobbies? What about his personality."

Zhou Ciyan was silent for a few seconds, recalling his unreliable grandma: "She has a very good personality. She prefers watching TV series and variety shows, and also likes to chase stars."

He hesitated and did not mention that his grandma was his uncle's fan for ten years.

Grandma has been Fu Chen's fan for ten years, so of course she likes Cheng Jianwei, Fu Chen's younger sister.

And recently she follows the variety show "Let's Go" and likes Weiwei almost more than Fu Chen.

"By the way, she also likes to grow vegetables. There is her own vegetable garden behind the villa, where she probably grows carrots and cabbages." Zhou Ciyan thought about it again and said seriously.

"That's great, a professional counterpart." Cheng Jianwei nodded with satisfaction, conjuring up an image of a lively, open-minded, and up-to-date grandmother in his mind, and casually opened the laptop on the coffee table.

"I can't sleep anyway, so I looked up how to grow Chinese cabbage. It just so happens that we don't have these two vegetables in our vegetable greenhouse. I really don't know how to grow them. If grandma asks about it tomorrow, I can talk more with her."

She glanced at the time: "It's already very late. Mr. Zhou, please go to bed."

Zhou Ciyan's face became hot under the scarf. He maintained an understatement and said what he wanted to say before: "Wei Wei, good night."

Zhou Ciyan was about to get up when he suddenly seemed to feel something.

He leaned forward and paused, then sat back down on the sofa calmly: "Ahem, I'd better accompany you to check the information."

Cheng Jian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mr. Zhou, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Zhou Ciyan said seriously: "It's nothing, it's just that I also want to see how to grow Chinese cabbage and plant some in our greenhouse someday."

"Nothing to say?" Cheng Jianwei had already seen the change in his expression just now, "Then you were about to leave just now, why did you suddenly sit back."

Zhou Ciyan's breathing became a little heavier and he felt even hotter. He couldn't help but gently tug on his scarf.

But this is the scarf Weiwei personally tied for him, how could he be willing to take it off.

He held out an index finger.

Cheng Jianwei followed Zhou Ciyan's finger and saw that he was pointing to the sofa.

"What's wrong?" She was still confused.

"Cheng Jianwei, you are sitting on my tail." Zhou Ciyan said hoarsely.

Cheng Jianwei sat up suddenly.

Only then did she realize that she had accidentally put the tail of Zhou Ciyan's green dinosaur costume... under her butt.

Why does this thing have a tail?

Her face instantly heated up, and she quickly picked up his tail and held it in front of him: "Sorry, give it back to you."

Zhou Ciyan felt that his image as a cold and aloof family leader was completely gone.

What should I do? My wife likes a domineering president like Feng Mian, but he...he is a green dinosaur? !

He grabbed his tail and hurried away, determined never to wear this set of green dinosaur pajamas at home again - not even for knitting!

He is going to see grandma tomorrow, and he must establish a good image in front of Jian Wei.

Early the next morning, after the two had breakfast, Zhou Ciyan drove Cheng Jianwei's car and took her back to Zhou's home.

Before getting off the bus, Cheng Jianwei said: "Mr. Zhou, you mean we want to act like a loving couple in front of grandma, right?"

Zhou Ciyan maintained his aloof image and responded solemnly: "Yes."

"Then can I call you something else later?" she asked.

Zhou Ciyan nodded reservedly: "Okay."

He couldn't help but start to think about what Weiwei would call him.

Ah Ci? Ci Yan? Could it be... ahem, what are you thinking about?

Cheng Jian turned his head slightly to look at the scenery outside the window, and the corners of his lips gradually rose.

Soon, the car stopped outside a manor-style villa.

A middle-aged man with gray hair who looked like a butler, and two servants, a man and a woman, were waiting at the door of the car: "Mr."

"It's me." The car door opened, and a burst of cold air suddenly came in. Zhou Ciyan frowned, turned sideways and put a scarf around Cheng Jianwei before getting out of the car.

"Weiwei, we're here."

Cheng Jian pushed open the car door slightly, and Zhou Ciyan's arm landed in front of her like a gentleman.

The warm breath enveloped her, and she gently placed her hand on his palm in cooperation before stepping out of the car.

The butler on the side saw Cheng Jianwei's face and tried hard to maintain a calm surface, but his eyes could not hide his surprise and confusion.

The butler glanced out of the corner of his eye and found that the two servants following him had their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

The old housekeeper sighed, look at how surprised they all looked, alas, he is still old and stable.

In Cheng Jianwei's other hand, he also picked up the scarf that Zhou Ciyan made overnight.

Zhou Ciyan saw the scarf he knitted by himself wrapped around her neck, and saw the couple's scarf in her hand. He raised a smile that was not worth much at the corner of his mouth and bowed his head obediently.

"Sir, this girl——"

"Honey, lower your head." Cheng Jianwei's voice was soft and had a hint of bewitching magnetism, exploding in Zhou Ciyan's ears.

Husband, lower your head again.

husband……

husband? !

Zhou Ciyan's foot slipped and he almost fell.

Did Weiwei call herself husband? !

He stabilized his body, his breathing suddenly became a little heavier, and his black pupils shrank slightly. It took him a few seconds to react.

Zhou Ciyan's voice became hoarse: "Cheng Jianwei, what did you call me?"

Cheng Jianwei leaned close to his ear and whispered: "I told you, I will change my name later. Husband, aren't you used to it? Then I will call you Aci, just like grandma."

The smile on Zhou Ciyan's lips was a little out of control, and the canine tail in his heart was already shaking like a propeller.

The word "husband" kept echoing in his mind, causing countless bright fireworks to explode in his heart.

His wife called him husband!

He took a deep breath, put his arms around the slender waist of the girl beside him, and said word by word: "I'm not used to it, so I want my wife to scream more."

Zhou Ciyan's eyes hid cherished love and tenderness.

Maybe it's because of the actor, but Cheng Jianwei is very comfortable with the word "wife".

Even so, her heart beat faster.

Zhou Ciyan said again, the person in front of him is Butler Li.

Butler Li lowered his head and said tactfully: "Sir, madam, Master Chenyu is here and is chatting with the old lady on the second floor."

Zhou Ciyan nodded towards the witty Butler Li, and was very satisfied with the title of "Madam" that Butler Li said.

Immediately, he explained to Cheng Jianwei: "Zhou Chenyu is the only son of my second uncle Zhou Keji."

Cheng Jianwei understood that Mr. Zhou's uncles were not good people. When he was still a boy, they fought desperately with him for the position of head of the family. This Zhou Chenyu...maybe also bullied Mr. Zhou.

With that said, Zhou Ciyan put her arm around Cheng Jianwei's waist and walked into the villa with her.

Butler Li followed behind the two of them, unable to hold back any longer, he burst into tears and said to the servant in a trembling voice: "Oh my god, have you seen it, young master, ah no... the master of the house has not smiled like this for a long time. "

Maid: "Butler Li, did you accept any housekeeping KPI? That's what I said."

Male servant: "Butler Li, if you watch the variety show "Let's Go", you will know that Mr. Cheng smiles like this every day when facing Mrs. Cheng..."