A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

At this moment, Zhou Ciyan's room.

The man was using a computer to process the company's files, while the other computer and tablet were playing the live broadcasts of Cheng Jianwei and Fu Chen Furan respectively.

Seeing Cheng Jianwei's reply to Fu Ran: "Go", he put down the work at hand and asked his special assistant, Assistant Han.

[Old Han, check, does the group have any game cooperation projects with "Doomsday Glory"? 】

Assistant Han replied: [Sir, the international hotels under the group can be co-branded with "Glory of Doom". A project team has been set up, and the only thing left is for the group representative to sign a contract with "Glory of Doom". 】

Zhou Ciyan said: [In a few days, I will go and talk. 】

On the other side of WeChat, Assistant Han showed a see-through smile, turned around and said to his assistant: "See, this is what a good assistant should do. Now you know why I can sit in this position at such a young age. Bar."

Assistant: "But Brother Han, sir, I call you Lao Han. Why are you so young?"

Old Han: "..."

*

In the chairman's office on the top floor of Weiran, Lu Zhi and Song Yinong rarely appeared at the same time.

"Wen Xia's retirement ceremony was very big this time. It was held at the same time as the anniversary of "Glory of Doom". Even me, the former Wish coach, received an official invitation." Song Yinong said.

Lu Zhi swiped the tablet in his hand and said, "I have also received several invitations. First of all, our artist Fu Ran is the image ambassador of "Doomsday Glory" and has two songs that day. Secondly, these artists We also have cooperation with "Doomsday Glory", you can take a look."

Cheng Jianwei raised his eyebrows and spread his hands "dang dang dang~".

"I received three invitations, one from Wen Xia to his teammates, one from Wish Club to its veteran players, and one from the game official to me as the chairman. How about it, your director? He’s still very good at growing up.”

"Then here's the question," Song Yinong asked, "Director Cheng, do you want to go as CC, as young Director Cheng, or as celebrity Cheng Jianwei?"

Cheng Jian coughed slightly, stretched out a slender finger and pointed at his face: "What did you see?"

Song Yinong: "Beauty?"

Cheng Jianwei: "Oh, this goes without saying."

She looked at Lu Zhi again: "Lu Zhi, what did you see?"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Lu Zhi's pale, elite face, and he stammered: "Ms. Cheng, Ms. Cheng has a lot of hair."

Cheng Jianwei: "...No, you haven't seen my rebellion!"

"I'm going as Shen Cheng. Didn't "Glory of Doom" always want me and several other artists in the studio to help them draw posters and concept drawings of new heroes? It just so happened that I had a talk with their art department this time. "

In the blink of an eye, the anniversary of "Doomsday Glory" has arrived.

This day is not only the weekend, but also the holiday time at the end of the fifth issue of "Let's Go Brothers and Sisters".

Cheng Jianwei and Lu Zhi were in the company's artist clothing room, choosing the clothes she would wear later.

"Ms. Cheng, I think this skirt is very nice. It will look great on you." Lu Zhi pointed to a burgundy long skirt.

Cheng Jianwei said proudly: "I look good wearing a sack, but this time I want to wear something more low-key."

Several young artists from Weiran who were also invited to the celebration turned into peacocks competing for beauty when they saw Vice President Lu and the first lady from the company.

Two male artists unbuttoned their shirts in public and tested each other's muscles.

Two female artists walked up to Cheng Jianwei and asked, "Sister Wei, sister Wei, which one do you think looks good on me?"

"They're all good-looking, they're all good-looking." Cheng Jian raised her red lips with a seductive smile, and her voice was particularly sultry.

Lu Zhi followed Cheng Jianwei and whispered: "Miss Cheng, you can choose from the five rows of clothes here. These are provided by Weiran's partners...you...don't look at people."

Cheng Jianwei said: "Don't you think they look good? What a handsome guy and beautiful girl."

She casually chose a silver hip-covering short skirt: "I'll just wear this. I can also wear it with a jacket to save myself from the cold."

Lu Zhi looked at Cheng Jian slightly and stopped talking: "I mean-"

“Who is Weiwei looking at?”

A low magnetic voice came from behind her.

Cheng Jianwei turned around and saw Zhou Ciyan walking in.

Her eyes were bright and she stared at him without blinking: "Look at good-looking people."

Zhou Ciyan was wearing a smart black suit and a dark tie, and his every move exuded an intoxicating sense of danger and dignity.

His face was so handsome, even more so than the male entertainers in the entertainment industry who were famous for their beauty, that she couldn't care less about looking at others.

Zhou Ciyan suddenly appeared here, which was nothing unusual in Weiran.

After all, he wants to fly on Cheng Jianwei's private jet and often come to communicate with his cousin Shen Zhizhe.

However, Lu Zhi still stood a little further away from the two of them very dedicatedly, so as not to disturb their conversation or let outsiders disturb them.

However, when Zhou Ci Yanyi and Cheng Jianwei looked at each other, the cold and ascetic aura immediately disappeared, especially when he was holding...

A little yellow duck toy? !

"Why are you holding a little yellow duck?" Cheng Jianwei couldn't help but ask, "The little princess doesn't pretend now?"

Zhou Ciyan blushed and quickly stuffed a little duck into Cheng Jianwei's arms: "No, there are two."

Cheng Jianwei: "?"

Realizing her doubtful look, he said: "This is a return gift from my cousin. He gave it to me and you, one each. He asked me to pass it on to you."

Previously, he gave Shen Zhize a scarf in the name of Cheng Jianwei and himself, but he didn't expect Shen Zhize to give him a "return gift" today.

Cheng Jianwei took the little yellow duck from Zhou Ciyan's hand, placed the two ducks side by side on the table, took a photo, and then posted on Weibo: [Thank you brother for giving me the little yellow duck, Chongya! 】

"Although I don't know why he gave me this, this is the first time my brother has given me a gift." Cheng Jianwei was in a particularly good mood today.

Zhou Ciyan asked: "My cousin won't give you a gift on your birthday?"

Cheng Jianwei said: "I used to be in an orphanage. Who knows the exact date of my birthday? My parents, Ms. Cheng, they want to celebrate it for me. Firstly, they are busy with work, and secondly, there is no date, so I never celebrate my birthday."

With this in mind, she put the little yellow chicken in her pocket very preciously.

Although she is no longer short of money, when it comes to gifts...

She likes equal exchange and money. She always gives big red envelopes directly to her employees during the Chinese New Year. She is very satisfied when her employees reward her for her hard work.

No one had ever given her such a formal "gift".

The little yellow duck is very cute. She liked these little toys when she was a child, but she was too embarrassed to ask Ms. Cheng, Mr. Shen and others to ask for them. Later, when she became rich, she did not buy them.

Zhou Ciyan was stunned for a few seconds, with a flash of distress in his black eyes.

At this time, two of his assistants brought a long black velvet skirt.

Zhou Ciyan looked at her and said word by word: "Weiwei accepted my cousin's little yellow duck, can you also accept my gift?"

Cheng Jianwei took the long skirt and found that it was a special design for this year's fashion week. It was very valuable, and it was probably the only one in the world.

As expected of the wealthy Mr. Zhou, she asked: "Why did you think of giving me a dress?"

Zhou Ciyan smiled dotingly and tenderly: "I think it suits Weiwei very well, so I really want to give it to you."