A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

The cousin who completely blocked Kuangye once again took control of his mobile phone.

In the car, Zhou Ciyan was driving and couldn't help but look at her quietly from the corner of his eye.

Cheng Jianwei had fallen asleep, her little face tilted slightly to the side of the car window, her sleeping face looking thick, her soft black hair flowing like silk on the back of her head, making her skin as white as jade.

The evening sunset was like ground golden sand, pouring on her closed eyebrows, gently covering his heart with the hustle and bustle.

Zhou Ciyan couldn't help but smile, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

He drove smoothly. When Cheng Jianwei came, he drove for less than forty minutes. It took him more than an hour until the program crew who had been left behind also caught up with the filming car.

Barrage: [It turns out that the scenery along the way is so beautiful. This is my first time seeing it. Don’t ask why, I just saw the afterimage outside the car when I came here. 】

[Master Ci, please drive next time, okay? Let Cheng Jianwei drive. I feel like I'm on a roller coaster. 】

[These two people are so good-looking, even if they don’t talk, I can watch them for three hours without getting tired of just looking at their faces. 】

When Zhou Ciyan returned to Luoxia Village, it was already past five o'clock in the evening.

During the time the two went to town, others were basically still working in the cornfields.

Among them, when they were carrying rice in the supermarket, the popularity of the live broadcast room soared, directly breaking the record for the number of online viewers of the variety show.

As for the two of them on their way back, because there was no communication, Cheng Jian took a nap for an hour. Only CP fans and Yan fans who were satisfied looking at their faces continued to watch in the live broadcast room.

After all, the field is really lively.

Feng Mian and Fu Ran were competing to see who could break the corn faster, who would be the strongest man in Luoxia Village.

After Cheng Jianwei left in the afternoon, Feng Mian contacted the village chief and borrowed two walk-behind corn harvesters.

The walk-behind harvester is relatively small and suitable for use on mountainous areas. It requires a person to hold the handrail and follow behind to control the direction.

Although the harvesting speed is not as fast as Cheng Jian's large harvester that requires a driver's license, it is still much faster than manual labor.

This kind of harvester is extremely powerful, and the noise and recoil are even more intense. Furan Fengmian has one for each person, and they are "racing" directly in the field. Village Chief Liu next to him frowns.

After a while, both Feng Mian and Fu Ran ran out of strength and threw away the harvester at the same time.

Feng Mian held his waist and tried hard to maintain his image as the boss. In fact, the fingers holding the machine were trembling slightly.

Fu Ran fell to the ground without any image, and directly used the sky as a cover and the earth as a hut.

The two of them suddenly looked at each other from afar, and then accidentally looked away.

Barrage: [Looking at each other from afar in the cornfield, my heart breaks when I see you and know you. 】

[Is this sentence used in this way? ? ? 】

[Now that I’ve tasted it, I feel like this pair is quite suitable to be called “Shi Mian Buried Fu”. 】

[CP can be unpopular, but cannot be unpopular. 】

[Those who like Fu Ran and those who like Feng Mian are silent. 】

Fu Chen, who was in the field next to him, still looked like a veteran cadre who didn't care about anything. Seeing the two men fall, he secretly speeded up in amusement.

Also speeding up was Shen Zhizuo who had been silent.

However, he was so quiet that some viewers who accidentally clicked into his live broadcast room thought they had gone wrong. This was really a live broadcast about breaking corn and planting fields.

Slowly, the audience discovered that the sunset illuminated his cold white skin, and the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses had a serious and calm expression and quick movements, which actually looked very healing.

Cheng Jianwei's car appeared far away at the end of the horizon. Shen Zhizhu took off his gloves and rode a tricycle to transport the last batch of corn back to the villa, ending today's work.

Fu Chen said: "Jian Wei is back. We are both on duty today. I'll go take a look."

"Let's move these up and go back." Feng Mian said.

Fu Ran passed by him with a dozen corns in his arms and showed off slowly: "One day, two people, three acres of land, the eighth wonder of the world."

Fu Chen held the thermos cup and spoke calmly, as if he was talking about something trivial: "Really? But Jian Wei only used the harvester in less than two hours and harvested... ten acres."

Feng Mian Fu Ran was so stimulated that he let out an angry growl.

Feng Mian took out his mobile phone, dialed his assistant's number, and said word for word: "Contact a driving school for me. I want to learn how to use an excavator, ah no, a harvester!"

Fu Ran took out his cell phone and sent a fierce WeChat message to his agent: [Can you help me contact a driving school that teaches harvesters? 】

Barrage: [No, are they sick? 】

[Is this the desire to win between men? 】

[Feng Mian’s assistant and Fu Ran’s manager were both speechless. 】

[Assistant and agent: If that doesn’t work out, you two can stay together. I’m serious, we can still take the driver’s license test together. 】

Everyone returned to the villa one after another, and almost everyone collapsed on the sofa. Even the Feng brothers and sisters, who cared about their personal image the most, were just holding on, looking half-dead.

Cheng Jianwei and Zhou Ciyan came back at this time. One was carrying a bag of rice, the other was carrying a bag of flour, and there were large and small bags in their hands. They passed by these six people at a fast pace.

Fu Ran got up from the sofa in pain and was about to help move things when Sheng Ning stabbed her in the back.

Fu Ran: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Ning: "Go and help!"

Fu Ran: "..." He was going to help.

Before finding Cheng Jianwei, he and Fu Chen were worried that Sheng Ning would not be able to deal with Cheng Jianwei. Why did it feel like now... he had become the tool of the two girls? Is this reasonable?

Cheng Jianwei sorted and stored all the things he bought today, and then started making dinner.

According to the results of everyone's discussion last night, she and Fu Chen were the students on duty today. However, there was no discussion last night about who was responsible for cooking.

She then planned to make a simple dinner, just enough for her and Fu Chen;

In addition, I have to add my brother and Zhou Ciyan...who let me eat other people's chocolate;

Fu Ran was right behind her, pouring the bag of rice she bought into the rice bucket, as attentively as a tail-wagging Erha welcoming his master home. She couldn't bear to watch him starve to death;

Moreover, she also tricked Fu Ran and Feng Mian into getting involved with each other in the afternoon, which made her feel a little uneasy. She was worried that Fu Ran broke the corn too quickly and tired Sheng Ningning, who was in the same group with him.

Fortunately, she bought a lot of ingredients, and the villa is also fully equipped with various kitchen tools.

Cheng Jianwei picked up the bone chopping knife next to him, and with a few clicks, he effortlessly cut the purchased lamb chops into appropriate pieces and soaked them next to him.

"What is this going to do?" Fu Chen asked curiously.

Cheng Jianwei replied: "Before cooking the lamb chops, you can soak them in cold water for half an hour to remove the blood and odor."

Fu Chen wanted to help and said, "Jian Wei, let me chop this for you."

“This lamb chop is tough.”

"It's okay, I'll try."

Cheng Jianwei gave the knife to her elder brother, who was beginning to overestimate his abilities again: "Then try it."

Fu Chen chose a mutton chop that was neither thick nor thin, and slashed it with his knife.

There was a loud "click" sound, a cold light passed by, and the blade chopped into the mutton chop. Fortunately, the knife was unscathed. Unfortunately, it missed the cut, and the mutton chop flew out, directly to Fu who was far away in the living room. Burn your feet.

Fu silently put down the knife, silently picked up the chopped mutton chops and threw them away, silently leaving the kitchen.

Cheng Jianwei continued to chop lamb chops easily.

Barrage: [Cheng Jianwei: Then try it, Fu Chen: Try it and you will die. 】

[Actor Fu’s back looks like he has aged ten years all of a sudden. 】

[False King of Power: Burning and sealing the crown, squeaking and screaming; Real King of Power: Sister Wei, carrying flour on her shoulders and chopping mutton chops with her hands. 】

[If you ask me, Cheng Jianwei is nothing more than that. If she fights with me, she will lose face and I will lose my life. 】