A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

"Eh."

Cheng Jianwei never expected that Zhou Ciyan would complain to her like a primary school student and even bully Tang Yiren in front of her.

The next moment, Zhou Ciyan lowered his eyes, saw her bare feet, and raised his hand to hold her arm: "Cheng Jianwei, why did you get out of bed without wearing shoes?"

His eyes wandered around the ground, and he quickly found the ladies' slippers that Butler Li had prepared for her.

One is on the far left side of the room and the other is on the far right side of the room.

Zhou Ciyan smiled helplessly, grabbed her waist, and picked her up with a little force.

"The ground is also warm." Cheng Jianwei said, but did not resist. Instead, she buried her head in his arms and smelled the faint smell of chocolate on him.

She secretly estimated Zhou Ciyan's power.

He has always pretended to be soft, gentle and gentleman, but in fact, he can cook rice, carry rice, and move organic fertilizer.

She is 172cm tall and weighs 50kg. It would be easy for her to hold a 50kg girl by herself, but it seems easier for Zhou Ciyan to hold her now...

After a moment, Zhou Ciyan had put her firmly on the bed.

Hey, hey, she hasn't been able to estimate who is stronger between herself and Zhou Ciyan. This depends on whether she can throw him over her shoulder.

The tall man bent down on one knee and put the slippers at her feet. With deep piety hidden in his lowered eyes, he said softly: "Wei Wei, next time I have a chance, I will let you throw her over my shoulder."

"How do you know that I...ahem," Cheng Jian coughed slightly and calmly changed the subject, "By the way, you just said Tang Yiren, right? You have already kicked out Tang Yiren, so why are you complaining? "

Zhou Ciyan blinked his big, dark and bright eyes: "She asked for it... Weiwei, if I drive her away, won't you be angry? Do you think I'm... too fierce?"

Cheng Jianwei looked down at Zhou Ciyan who was squatting on the ground. From this angle, she seemed to be able to see his wolf tail.

"Why am I angry? Didn't you say that she asked for it? Although I like girls very much, I don't like all girls or win over anyone."

Zhou Ciyan looked at her, seemingly relieved, and his eyes deepened.

He knew that Weiwei had something for him in his heart.

She will slowly and slowly accept everything about him.

Cheng Jian looked around slightly and suddenly saw a group photo that looked like a family photo placed under the bookshelf.

In the transparent photo frame, there are six people from left to right.

Sitting in the middle is Mrs. Zhou, who is younger than she is now. She has a kind and kind smile. Next to Mrs. Zhou, stands Zhou Ciyan, who looks to be only in his teens.

At this time, he was wearing a very exquisite black suit, a beautiful silver bow tie, a pair of obsidian eyes, and the bright corners of his lips raised, which was the copy-paste version of what he is now.

Behind Zhou Ciyan, stood a young man with an upright posture and an eyebrow that was 60-70% similar to Zhou Ciyan. He was wearing a coffee-colored suit. Compared with Zhou Ciyan's striking handsome and cold appearance, his His face became a little softer and paler.

This should be Zhou Ciyan's father, Zhou Jinyan, who died of illness.

On the left side of Zhou Jinyan is a young couple holding each other's arms. The man looks similar to him, and the woman's belly is slightly bulging, which is very similar to Zhou Chenyu's facial features.

Zhou Ciyan said: "This is my second uncle and second aunt."

Next to him is a young man with unruly features, his eyes showing arrogance and ambition.

Zhou Ciyan: "This is my third uncle Zhou Shende."

only……

Cheng Jianwei saw that there was a woman's hand on little Zhou Ciyan's shoulder. This woman should be next to Zhou Ciyan's father. She had been amputated for some reason, leaving only one arm and a little shoulder.

"Zhou Ciyan, how old are you at this time?" Cheng Jianwei asked.

Zhou Ciyan looked at the family portrait and thought for a moment: "My dad is still alive, he must be eight years old."

She choked on these words for a few seconds, then moved closer and looked at the eight-year-old boy in the photo carefully, her eyes shining: "Your whole family is very good-looking. Are you considering entering the entertainment industry and becoming an artist?"

Sorry, it's an occupational disease. When I see a handsome guy, I want to recruit him to join the company.

Zhou Ciyan bent his eyes and said in a harmless tone:

"My father has passed away; my second uncle is Zhou Chenyu's father, who has gained weight in middle age and has a fat belly; as for my third uncle, he misappropriated the group's property, and his company also failed to manage well and went bankrupt. He is in the overseas department and he owes I will have to work for three lifetimes to repay my money. When he returns to China, I will ask you if he is willing to be an artist."

Cheng Jianwei lowered his head regretfully: "That's no need. We Weiran don't just want to pick anything."

Zhou Ciyan looked at her: "Yes, Weiwei, Weiran can only want me..."

Cheng Jian raised his eyebrows slightly and saw the second half of what he said: "——'s friend."

Zhou Ciyan emphasized: "Weiwei, don't worry, I won't gain weight in middle age."

Cheng Jian looked at little Zhou Ciyan who was smiling happily, but recalled what Xu Qingzhou said. After Zhou Ciyan's parents divorced, he was taken abroad by his mother. His mother married the leader of a gang, and he was in That gang suffered a lot...

She suddenly said: "So, these are the two uncles who bullied you?"

This time it was Zhou Ciyan's turn to choke.

"Well, although they are ugly, they are not dead after all, so they are still watching with eagerness. And this -" Zhou Ciyan thought of something again and pointed to the cut off woman in the photo, "This is Tang Li."

"My mother's name is Tang Li. She is the sister of Tang Yi, the current head of the Tang family. Tang Yiren is Tang Yi's adopted daughter. But no matter who she is, I don't want to see anyone from the Tang family around me."

He whispered, his eyes showing coldness and a hint of imperceptible vulnerability.

As the two chatted, it was dinner time before they knew it, and they didn't go for a walk in the end.

After dinner, Zhou Ciyan looked at Cheng Jianwei's see-through eyes and said frankly and leniently that the Sichuan and Hunan chef of Piano Cafe had indeed been hired by him to be the chef of the Zhou family in Rongyuan. She wanted to eat it in the future. You can eat it anytime...

The sound of water came from the bathroom, and Cheng Jianwei lay on Zhou Ciyan's bed and played with his mobile phone for a while.

After a while, she got up from the bed, looked at the bathroom door, and murmured in a low voice: "I know, Zhou Ciyan, is the friend you are talking about yourself?"

As she spoke, her eyes fell on another photo at the bottom of the bookshelf.

In this photo, there are only two people, Zhou Ciyan and Mrs. Zhou.

He was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing only a simple white shirt, and his thin collarbone could be seen from the unbuttoned collar.

His thin lips were pursed tightly, and there was no smile on his face. His dark eyes showed disgust and coldness, as if there was no one or thing in the world that he cared about.

Cheng Jianwei looked at Zhou Ciyan like this, and suddenly felt a little pain in his heart.

She knew that Zhou Ciyan should have just been taken back home by Mrs. Zhou at this time.

What on earth has he gone through to change from such a cute kid when he was a child to what he looks like in the photo.

But this photo was so handsome, more handsome than all the handsome trainees in Wei Ran, that she felt distressed for only three seconds and couldn't help but secretly take a photo.

At this time, Zhou Ciyan walked out of the bathroom.

"Hey, I'm taking pictures," his voice was full of teasing and beguiling magnetism, "If you like it, please take pictures of me now."