A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

Cheng Jianwei heard Professor Sun mention Ms. Cheng and took a deep breath.

Six years ago, when she was just eighteen years old, she faced the sudden change of her adoptive parents. She had no choice but to give up film school and work multiple jobs, painting, playing competitions, starting a company, and working hard to make money...

It was hard at first, but it got over.

Cheng Jian came back to his senses slightly, his phoenix eyes were bent, but his eyes were like thin blades soaked in coolness: "Teacher, don't worry, I am no longer the little girl who couldn't change anything."

Professor Sun looked at her for a while and then smiled. She saw something and said thoughtfully: "Xiaowei, you are not just a celebrity, right?"

She saw a sharp and bright temperament in her students.

Cheng Jianwei: "Teacher, guess what."

Professor Sun: "...that's all, if the teacher doesn't ask, what he teaches you is not in vain."

In the evening, Cheng Jianwei cooked another simple dinner for Professor Sun, but he didn't eat it here.

Professor Sun tried to persuade him to stay: "No, Xiaowei, you actually left an old lady of my age behind?"

Cheng Jian coughed slightly: "There are still people at home."

"Is that your brother?" Professor Sun said, "Okay, okay, you can go."

Cheng Jianwei: "I will come to visit the teacher often when I have time in the future."

Just when she was cooking, she suddenly realized that there was Zhou Ciyan waiting for her in the villa.

Maybe he wasn't waiting for her, but a secret expectation still arose in her heart, and the little fox in her heart stamped her feet, a little eagerly.

Cheng Jianwei took a taxi back to the villa.

The driver subconsciously glanced back, recognized her immediately, and said in shock: "Are you Cheng Jianwei?"

Cheng Jianwei immediately denied Sanlian: "I saw it wrong, I'm not, it's not me."

Uncle driver: "Cheng Jianwei must be right about this mental state."

Cheng Jianwei: "?"

The mental state of her fans is not normal either.

"I have a daughter who is your fan, can you..."

After Cheng Jianwei signed the name of the "daughter" in the driver's name, he took a look at Weibo on his mobile phone.

Fans: 401.7 million

It turns out that Lu Zhi didn't buy her the more than three million followers she gained in just ten days.

She really has so many fans.

The taxi driver took Cheng Jianwei to Jinyuan Villa. After leaving, he couldn't help but take out the autograph Cheng Jianwei gave him and admire it.

It was signed: Cheng Bu Jianwei.

driver:"……"

Cheng Jianwei walked to the security station. Her express delivery was still there. It was a fully automatic feeder she bought for Facai online and planned to take it to Xinnong Villa tomorrow.

It seems that Zhou Ciyan is not at home.

Cheng Jianwei walked to the door of his house and looked at the dark outer window of the villa. He remembered that Zhou Ciyan had gone out with his coat to dress himself last night, saying that he was afraid that he would catch a cold...

She pursed her lips, feeling a little unhappy for some reason.

Cheng Jianwei took the express box, and after passing the fingerprint recognition, he pushed open the outer door of the villa.

The next moment, the lights in the villa were suddenly lit.

Zhou Ciyan was holding a goblet in his hand and was leaning against the wall of the restaurant, staring at her with a faint smile on his lips.

The black silk-textured shirt is well-tailored, making him look tall and tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Zhou Ci had an elegant and beautiful face, and his cool and handsome eyebrows were rimmed with golden light under the warm light. He stood there so quietly, making people feel unattainable and seemingly unattainable. A seductive, gorgeous and cold god.

Cheng Jian swallowed slightly and saw the ice-like Adam's apple wrapped around the collar of his black shirt. Black and white collided, sexy and bewitching.

After being calm for a day, his calmness was in vain when he saw Zhou Ciyan.

He obviously dressed up very simply every time, even... he didn't even dress up in the morning, but he always focused on her aesthetics and preferences.

Zhou Ciyan raised the corners of his lips slightly and said, "I have been eating Weiwei's food. I made dinner today. I wonder if Weiwei can appreciate it."

Weiwei cooks for everyone on the show, but he only wants to cook for her alone.

On the dining table behind him were four simple home-cooked dishes.

Stir-fried broccoli with shrimps, winter bamboo shoots and pork ribs soup, steamed mandarin fish, sweet and sour chicken.

Every dish is well presented and looks like it has just been cooked.

Saying that, Zhou Ciyan was really thirsty.

Who knows? Secondly, the most important thing is that after seeing Cheng Jianwei enter the villa, he quickly took off his apron and threw away the heat-insulating dish cover. Within three minutes, he changed into two clothes and three clothes, and kept it perfect. status……

For example, he was afraid that black would be too old-fashioned, so he chose a more casual shirt made of silk fabric;

For example, the pair of dark gray dog ​​slippers under his feet are a highlight. Not only are they the same pair of slippers he bought for Weiwei, they also look very young, making Weiwei think she is two and a half years older than her...

Some people dress simply on the surface, but in fact they are all about small details.

Cheng Jianwei sat down.

Zhou Ciyan helped her with the ingredients every day at Xinnong Villa. She could tell that his cooking skills were not bad, but she had not eaten his cooking yet.

She picked up a piece of shrimp and took another bite of broccoli.

The taste is really good. The shrimps are chewy and juicy. They must have been freshly processed. The broccoli has a crisp and refreshing taste. With the rich pepper flavor, it is extremely delicious in your mouth.

She likes to cook, and of course she also likes to eat, but this is the first time someone has cooked for her alone.

"It's delicious, Zhou Ciyan, why don't you sit down and eat it together?"

Cheng Jian slightly curved his phoenix eyes and saw that he was holding a goblet, and asked again: "Do you like drinking?"

Zhou Ciyan sat across the dining table and shook his head: "I don't know how to drink."

Cheng Jianwei said in surprise: "Can't fruit wine also work? The alcohol content is very low."

Zhou Ciyan said: "As long as it is touched by alcohol, not even a drop will suffice."

He really can't drink.

Once in Italy, Zhou Ciyan was caught by the so-called rival gang of his stepfather. They asked him about some things about his stepfather's gang.

He said he didn't know, but those people didn't believe him. After being tortured to no avail, they fed him a lot of high-strength foreign wine in an attempt to make him drunk.

When Zhou Ciyan woke up again, he had been rescued by his stepfather's people. However, his stepfather said that he had betrayed him and provided information to a rival gang. He was beaten to death and almost died...

Zhou Ciyan still doesn't know what he did or said when he was drunk, but he clearly didn't know the secret affairs of the gang, so how could he talk about betraying it.

After that, he understood that he was probably a drunkard who would fall unconscious and talk nonsense.

Cheng Jianwei asked: "Since you can't drink, what are you doing with a goblet?"

Zhou Ciyan raised his head and drank the liquid in the goblet.

Hehe, isn’t he very domineering? Weiwei should like it.

He smacked his lips, the sweet peach juice tasted...

"Isn't this the freshly squeezed peach juice you gave me, Weiwei? I put it in the cup and drank it," he said, "But why does it taste a bit -"

Cheng Jianwei: "Why do I feel that this is..."

Before she could finish her words, she heard a "boom" and Zhou Ciyan fell to the ground.

The goblet clinked and rolled to the ground.