A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

Jun Sihan followed Cheng Jianwei with his eyes, lowered his eyes, and wanted to leave.

Li Ruoyu took his wrist and asked coquettishly: "Sihan, are you so relieved...that I'm chatting with Feng Mian, my ex-boyfriend?"

Jun Sihan pulled her hand away from his own wrist little by little, leaned over and said in her ear: "Of course I feel relieved about you, baby. I'll go over there and say hello to my team members. See you later."

The man's deep voice was filled with endearment, and it penetrated into Li Ruoyu's ears, which made her expression relax a little, and the uneasiness that suddenly rose in her heart just now was also relieved.

She felt that Jun Sihan was acting strange today, maybe it was just an illusion.

Li Ruoyu couldn't see it. The man with his back turned to her, his smile was not as bright as his eyes.

In addition to two huge private rooms on the eleventh floor of Yunqi, there are also several VIP lounges on both sides of the corridor for drunken guests to take a nap.

Cheng Jianwei walked out of the bathroom and passed by a slightly open lounge door.

Sure enough, Zhou Ciyan was standing inside the door.

He was still wearing a black suit during the day, and his dark eyes were particularly deep, and there seemed to be some emotion surging in his eyes.

Cheng Jianwei walked directly in, his tone involuntarily filled with relaxation and joy: "I knew I was right, it must have been Mr. Zhou just now."

She said that she would not admit her mistake. The person she saw passing by the box just now was Zhou Ciyan.

Zhou Ciyan nodded, and his tone was familiar, as if a husband was reporting work to his wife: "We have a cooperation project with "Glory of Doomsday". We were discussing it in Yunqi and we just finished it."

"Oh," Cheng Jianwei's smile faded, "It turns out there is a cooperation project."

She didn't care whether the crowning came because of her.

But Zhou Ciyan... she didn't really care about cooperation.

Zhou Ciyan frowned at the beautiful eyebrows of the girl he loved so much, and asked deliberately: "Miss Cheng, do you think I am here because of you?"

Cheng Jianwei quickly denied Sanlian: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Zhou Ciyan walked past her.

When she thought he was about to leave the lounge, he walked to the door and gently unlocked it.

"Well, actually I came here because of Weiwei." Zhou Ciyan said every word.

Cheng Jian opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were clear, and the ends of his eyes were slightly raised with temptation: "This is what you said, I-well..."

What she didn't finish was blocked by Zhou Ciyan.

Zhou Ciyan suddenly pressed her down, but when her back really touched the cold door, he held her shoulder with one hand, his movements gentle but with irresistible force.

His hand moved up gently and slowly, seemingly lingering on her back and shoulder blades, then clasped the back of her head, while his other hand cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply.

Cheng Jianwei was trapped in his arms, almost unable to move, and was forced to bear his kiss.

She seemed to be able to hear the sounds of several people passing by talking in the corridor across the door.

And here they were, kissing intimately.

It was the first time Zhou Ciyan kissed her so hotly and forcefully. It was different from the last time he was drunk. That time his lips were cool and cool, with the taste of peach wine, gentle and soft...

This time, he seemed to have completely torn off his warm and holy coat, leaving only his stubborn and deep feelings, like a prairie fire, burning the entire wasteland.

The suppressed and uncontrollable gasping sound fell into Cheng Jianwei's somewhat confused brain. She suddenly felt a stinging pain at the corner of her lips, so she had to stretch out a hand to lightly touch his chest, trying to make this man be gentle. .

This action had no effect, and Zhou Ciyan held her tighter.

The hand that was originally on her face fell on her waist and clasped it tightly. While tasting her lips, he also pried open her teeth.

Suddenly something flashed through Cheng Jianwei's mind: "Zhou Ciyan, I drank..."

"I know," his voice was hoarse and filled with satisfaction, "Let me have a taste."

He didn't taste any wine, he just felt that her lips were so soft and kissable.

Zhou Ciyan smelled of nice woody perfume and delicious chocolate. Cheng Jianwei was a little dizzy from being kissed, and her body fell softly. She felt like honey in a beehive, being touched by a spoonful of it. Take a spoonful and eat it bit by bit.

Until she was almost suffocated by this long kiss, her eyes became blurred, and a gasp of desire overflowed from between her lips.

Zhou Ciyan almost lost his mind completely. His teeth accidentally touched the wound on her lip again, as if he had been burned, and the hot temperature moved down from her lips.

The long skirt she wore was chosen by him. It had a round neckline and only exposed a little of the collarbone. It was a very conservative design and had beautiful rose flowers embroidered on the collarbone.

It's just that he has no time to appreciate it at the moment.

His shoulders felt cold, and his kiss fell with warmth.

Cheng Jianwei's consciousness returned to a tenth. She held his finger and breathed heavily: "Zhou Ciyan, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Ciyan finally stopped.

He called her name in a low and pious voice, and whispered: "Wei Wei said that she likes me a little bit, so...can you kiss me?"

He looked at her passionately, with only her in his eyes, his eyes thick, and all the pretense of being gentle and rational turned into unbearable longing.

Zhou Ciyan suddenly lowered his head in annoyance, pulling at his rationality, and clenched his hands into fists: "I'm sorry, Weiwei, it's me... I'm too greedy."

He went too far.

It's obvious that Weiwei has already said that she likes him too, it's obvious that he wants to make Weiwei like him more and more step by step, it's obvious that he sees her surprised by his appearance, because he said that he is not happy because he is not here for her, this is already Let him be satisfied.

But when he saw her and Feng Mian drinking together, and saw them talking with their heads down, even if they were just friends, not even polite between friends, he still lost control.

Cheng Jianwei touched the corner of his lips with his fingers and took a breath.

It was bitten by someone possessed by a bitch.

The large dog in front of her seemed to be apologizing, looking at her pitifully and sincerely, as if its tail was drooped and its ears were drooped. Then what?

His tail would also wag from time to time - teasing her heart.

Who doesn't know that the head of the Zhou family is usually well-dressed, cold and ascetic, but now he is pretending to be pitiful with her?

Cheng Jianwei still had one hand on the belt around his waist. She used her strength to stand upright. She didn't have much energy to think, so she just narrowed her eyes and asked, "After you finished kissing me, you asked me if I can kiss you. Is this a question or an order?" "

Zhou Ciyan's dark eyes became darker and darker, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said hoarsely: "Wei Wei, you can order me."

Although he felt guilty, he couldn't take his eyes away and looked at Cheng Jianwei's lips, which were getting redder and redder after he had eaten the lipstick, and her eyes, which had always been bright and sharp, were now like the moon on the water, wet and alluring. .

Cheng Jianwei also realized something.

From this man's eyes.

She took a deep breath and felt that the taste just now was not bad, so she put one hand on Zhou Ciyan's shoulder, and grabbed his tie with the other hand, pulling him to eye level with her.

"Zhou Ciyan, lick the blood clean for me."

Cheng Jianwei pointed at the corner of his lips and ordered.