A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

Zhou Ciyan was stunned, and his brain went blank for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Cheng Jianwei broke away from his arms, loosened his tie slightly, and pushed him against the wall next to the door.

She looked deeply at Zhou Ciyan. His tie was pulled a little loose. She simply stretched out her fingers and gently untied the black tie.

Zhou Ciyan's neck and ears were red, his Adam's apple was trembling slightly like a raised ice cube, and he was breathing heavily without realizing it.

"Don't you understand?"

Cheng Jianwei asked. Her dark phoenix eyes were filled with mist-like enthusiasm, the ends of her eyes were filled with a moving crimson color, and her lips were excessively red.

It seemed to be a arrogant commanding tone, but he could see the proud and shy little fox in her heart.

And the neckline of her skirt was slightly deformed due to the kiss just now, revealing her dazzling white skin...

Zhou Ciyan plucked up the courage, followed her hand holding his tie, and took the initiative to put her lips to his.

This time, it was not so much a passionate kiss, but him gently licking her overly soft lips.

Like a puppy playing coquettishly to its owner, he kissed her tenderly, gently touching the blood on the corners of her lips clean little by little, and then pressed his lips to hers innocently, as if absorbing her breath.

Cheng Jianwei couldn't help it when Zhou Ciyan did this.

A fire burned in her heart, and the temperature around her seemed to heat up again with his movements.

Until she felt Zhou Ciyan stop, her breathing became a little messy. She loosened his tie, put both hands on his shoulders, clasped the back of his neck and brought him close to her, responding forcefully and fitting tightly.

Like the intertwining dusk of a solar eclipse and moonlight, they touched each other before nightfall, blocking each other's breathing and allowing the sunset to overflow like fire.

Zhou Ciyan opened his eyes wide.

The knuckles of his fingers, which he had nowhere to put, were tense and turned white. Just staring at the fluttering eyelashes of the girl close at hand, as well as the heat and blush on her face, his heart began to tremble tremblingly, melting into In the kiss.

The moon looked down at the world and actually fell into his arms.

for a long time……

Cheng Jianwei noticed that her lips were numb. She still put her hands on Zhou Ciyan's broad shoulders, lowering her head and breathing carefully.

I never thought that kissing could be so energy-consuming and so pleasurable.

Suddenly, she felt something. She glanced at her and quickly raised her head, her voice stuttering: "I'm tired."

"But I'm not tired yet..." Zhou Ciyan's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were deep and dangerous.

Cheng Jian licked the wound on the corner of his lips slightly: "If you do this again, I will suspect that you are drunk... little princess."

Zhou Ciyan blushed for two seconds.

"No, not drunk."

He did taste the wine and champagne Cheng Jianwei drank, but he felt it was very sweet. Perhaps the alcohol content was too low. He was in good spirits now...

Especially good.

"I'm going to have a drink with Wen Xia...and Sister Yinong." Cheng Jian said with a slight frown, and couldn't help but add the name "Song Yinong", "Be good, let's talk about it when we get home."

Zhou Ciyan looked at her, and for a moment, he was surprised to realize that Cheng Jianwei was... explaining to him?

He was easily coaxed. He suppressed his emotions, released her waist, and helped her adjust her neckline. He looked like a gentleman and said, "Well, Weiwei, please touch up your makeup first... I'll wait for you to get off work."

Cheng Jian touched his lips slightly and felt that the base of his tongue was numb.

Tsk, just now he looked like he wanted to tear her apart and devour her, and now he's become the cold and cold head of the family again.

She bent down, picked up the black tie that had fallen to the ground, and wrapped it around Zhou Ciyan's neck. Her fingertips seemed to brush against his chin, then let go and pushed him away, her voice magnetic and soft:

"Mr. Zhou, please tie your own tie as well, so as not to be misunderstood."

Zhou Ciyan took a deep breath and almost couldn't help but pounce on him again.

Immediately, there was a handbag in his hand. Cheng Jianwei took out a stick of lipstick and applied it on himself. He briefly touched up his makeup and threw the bag and lipstick to him.

Her hand fell on the doorknob, she turned around, her eyes swept over him lightly and then back again, her red lips parted lightly: "Slowly, thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, she left the lounge leisurely.

Zhou Ciyan realized something and lowered his head.

Jun Leng's fair face was stained with crimson, and there was still passionate emotion in his eyes.

He tugged at his tie, then secretly picked it up and sniffed it.

Realizing that his actions seemed too obscene and perverted, the head of the Zhou family tried hard to maintain his usual seriousness and coolness, and calm down the heat surging in his heart.

However, he soon became interested in his wife's "Doraemon" handbag.

Hmm... Weiwei is his wife. He must put the lipstick back into his wife's bag, and then take a look at her handbag. There is no problem...

What's this? Take it out and look at the small mirror and put it back.

What's this? Take it out and see, bank card? Black card! Put it back.

What's this? Take it out and look at it, Walkman, where did it come from? Put it back.

what is this?

Hey, my second uncle’s light sign?

Leaving Zhou Ciyan to calm down alone in the lounge, Cheng Jianwei returned to the box.

Li Ruoyu and Feng Mian should have finished their quarrel, and their old relationship has completely changed from an unforgettable relationship to an unforgettable relationship.

One was sitting affectionately with Jun Sihan at the Storm Club, chatting with several players, while the other was drinking by the window and didn't even see Cheng Jianwei come back.

Fu Ran also came to the second box, but he was already drunk. He was sleeping on the sofa in the corner with his clothes covered, his blond hair covering his eyebrows.

"Fu Ran came to you just now after he was drunk, and he wanted to provoke Feng Mian. I asked him to drink even more and go to sleep." Song Yinong saw Cheng Jianwei coming back and asked, "Why have you been gone for so long?"

Cheng Jianwei raised his glass to her without blushing and asked, "How long has it been? It must be your misunderstanding, Sister Yinong."

Song Yinong pushed up his glasses, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and took a sip of wine.

How did she discover that Xiao Chengdong's lipstick had become darker...

Seeing Cheng Jianwei coming back, people from the Wish Club gathered around him enthusiastically.

Wen Xia complained bitterly to her and Song Yinong. Why was it that this year's World Championship, eight advanced to four, and the storm was eliminated, leaving only the Wish Club to represent the Chinese division, and the top four were going to compete in Han. They had no idea at all. Be sure, the alliance is going to be finished or something like that.

Another player said that their club has no results this year, the boss is said to be running away, and he doesn’t know if next month’s salary will be paid as usual.

Some people also asked if Song Yinong could come back as a coach again. At least Song Yinong was better-looking than their bald coach.

This man was carried away like a chicken by his bald coach.

Cheng Jianwei couldn't help but feel emotional, recalling the scene of playing the game.

She had short hair at that time. When she arrived in the training room, she first defeated all her teammates one by one, and then she said she was a girl.

Later, she and her teammates used victory after victory to tell the club that they could really do it, until they reached the finals and were bathed in golden rain and held the cup.

With the past events still fresh in his mind, Cheng Jianwei thought that Mr. Zhou must still be calming down in the lounge, so he hugged Song Yinong on the left, and hugged Wen Xia on the right, hugging each other and drinking heavily.

In the distance, Fu Ran got up drunkenly and rubbed his eyes.