A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

Cheng Jianwei took the box from Fu Ran's hand, was stunned, and said, "Why did you give me chocolate?"

Fu Ran said proudly: "Because you liked eating sweets when you were a child, but you were afraid of tooth decay. And I don't know what you think. You think chocolate is bitter, so you won't get tooth decay. It just so happens that Butler Wang——"

Butler Wang couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted him: "Shut up."

Fu Ran raised a question: "Why are you interrupting me? You are the housekeeper and I am the housekeeper?"

There was a cold light in Sheng Wan's eyes: "What do you think?"

Cheng Jianwei narrowed his eyes and said, "Fu Ran, please stop talking. It's all about slandering me."

Fu Ran: "..."

Butler Wang didn't want to pay attention to him. He turned around and showed a kind smile to Cheng Jianwei: "Miss, although you liked sweets when you were a child, you were very restrained. Master Fu Ran always secretly stuffed candies for you, and he couldn't control it. .”

Fu Ran: "Huh?" He has no throne at all in this family. Even the housekeeper is slandering him.

"My wife happens to be a pastry chef, so she used Criollo cocoa, adjusted the sugar content in the chocolate, and made a chocolate that suits your taste. When we learned that you were coming home this time, we just... you Give it a taste, does it still taste the same as when you were a kid?"

Steward Wang is a little older than Siduo Fu and has been the steward of the Fu family all his life. To Fu Ran, he is like an elder.

It can be said that he grew up with Fu Chen and Fu Ran. He also knew that the little daughter was kidnapped and was probably dead. He also knew the pain in the hearts of everyone in the Fu family these years.

Butler Wang looked at Cheng Jianwei in front of him with great emotion.

I think back then, Miss Fu Yue was born with everyone's expectations and love. She was just as they expected. She was smart, kind, and quirky. Everyone in the Fu family disliked her.

He had deeply regretted what happened to the young lady. This time he heard that the young lady was back. He and his wife were truly happy for the husband and wife, and sincerely welcomed the young lady home.

"Thank you, Butler Wang." Cheng Jianwei accepted the chocolate and thanked him politely.

Sheng Wan explained a lot more to her, and then reluctantly left her room when she realized that it was already late.

Cheng Jianwei naturally wanted to stay at Fu's house for one night today.

The others left, and she lay down on her two-meter-large princess bed and rolled around comfortably.

The bed sheet is light pink, with several plush toys of cats and dogs placed next to it, and a small photo frame stands on the bedside table.

Cheng Jian looked slightly and saw in the photo frame a little girl wearing a sky blue princess dress who looked to be only five or six years old.

The little girl has a simple ponytail, long black hair, long eyelashes as thick as crow feathers, and big watery eyes that make her more smart and cute.

The sea blue princess dress was worn in layers on her body without looking cumbersome, making her look like a little spirit girl born from the waves and breeze.

Cheng Jianwei couldn't help but take a photo of herself with her phone.

She is too cute! If he had known Zhou Ciyan since he was a child, would he still be unable to defeat him?

It can be seen that many parts of the room have been kept as they were when she was a child, while other parts have been slightly adjusted according to her age, all of which show that the Fu family attaches great importance to her.

Cheng Jianwei had a few drinks at dinner. He didn't feel drunk, but he felt happy for some reason.

Entering this room, she felt as if some of her lost memories had returned.

She vaguely recalled some noisy and warm scenes of her parents and Fu Chen Fu Ran when she was a child.

However, those memories are all intermittent, and there is no scene of her being kidnapped. Only the money in her hand is extremely real.

Cheng Jian touched the golden dragon ornament Fu Chen gave her and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

She had been adopted by Ms. Cheng and Mr. Shen. They had given her the warmth of family affection, and the material things were not bad. She was very satisfied.

In the Fu family, she had never felt the hot family affection.

Her heart was filled with so much love.

Cheng Jianwei couldn't sleep, so she got up and told Lu Zhi that the good news was that Sheng Ning agreed to sign up for Shen Cheng's studio, which also gave him time to look at Sheng Ning's agreement.

Lu Zhi, who was working hard and overtime at all times, responded to her immediately and asked doubtfully: [Why did she suddenly agree to sign the contract, but the contract was signed under the name of Shen Cheng Studio instead of Weiran Film and Television? 】

Cheng Jian sent a voice message to Lu Zhi with a smile: "She signed Shen Cheng because of me. Sheng Ningning only knew that I was Shen Cheng and didn't know that I was the chairman of Weiran, so she gave herself to me as a birthday gift. Here you go."

At this moment, Lu Zhi was working overtime in the president's office of Weiran Company Building.

Miss Cheng rarely spoke to him. He adjusted his glasses in surprise and opened them gently.

Cheng Jianwei's voice was magnetic and soft after being slightly drunk, with a proud rising voice, which was unknowingly sultry.

Lu Zhi listened once and silently turned off his cell phone to calm down his chaotic mood.

It was the first time Cheng Jianwei met Lu Zhi online but didn't reply to her message immediately, but she didn't care. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the chocolates given to her by Butler Wang, and suddenly she remembered the "Little Moon Brand" chocolates that Zhou Ciyan ate every day.

That little moon...is it a person or a brand?

She once suspected that Little Moon was a person in Zhou Ciyan's heart, but there was no such person around him at all.

Then, she learned that her original name was Fu Yue.

Although Yue is not the moon, but... Cheng Jianwei is very narcissistic and suspects that the little moon is related to him, but he is not sure.

Thinking like this, she used her slender index finger to pick up the ribbon binding the box.

The box was opened, and inside were a dozen square black chocolates wrapped in silver foil, without any logo on them.

The rich and mellow chocolate smell came, and the aroma was alluring, reminding her of the smell of Zhou Ciyan.

Cheng Jianwei picked up one of the pieces, opened the wrapping paper, and put it in his mouth.

Her eyes suddenly darkened, and she picked up another piece in disbelief.

The handmade chocolate made by Butler Wang's wife has a mellow and silky taste, with just the right amount of sweetness. It is neither too sweet nor bitter. It is a taste that children will like and adults will not reject.

But why is the taste of this chocolate so similar to the "Little Moon" chocolate Zhou Ciyan once gave her?

It can even be said to be exactly the same.

She looked carefully at the packaging in her hand. Silver tin foil was very common and didn't seem to mean anything.

Cheng Jianwei still remembered that there was no brand name on the packaging of the chocolates Zhou Ciyan usually ate.

"Brother, how about we escape together?"

A young and familiar voice suddenly emerged from the depths of her memory.

Cheng Jianwei felt a slight sting in her temple, and at this moment, the sound of a WeChat video call rang from the phone next to her.

She took a breath, quickly adjusted her movements, expressions, and demeanor, then combed her hair at lightning speed, answered the phone, and said in a catchy tone: "Hello, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Ciyan's handsome face appeared on the phone screen.

He was sitting on the sofa at home, wearing a white shirt with a slightly close-fitting style. Under the warm light, his shoulders and waist became more and more wide.

Coupled with that holy and immaculate face, the idea of ​​dragging the god off the altar and sinking him involuntarily arose in her heart.

"Have Weiwei been drinking? Your face is red," Zhou Ciyan's tone was teasing, but also a little aggrieved, "Otherwise, why would you have sent me a message when you got home?"

"I forgot." Cheng Jianwei's voice relaxed involuntarily, and his tone seemed to be coquettish.

She picked up the chocolate and asked, "Look at this, does it look familiar?"