A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

Song Yinong was trapped in his arms with her whole body weak, but her consciousness gradually returned.

"Sheng Yu?"

She was finally sure that the person in front of her was really Sheng Yu.

He looked at her fiercely and seriously, as if he was very serious, but he was doing something inappropriate. He was kissing her, and he unbuttoned his shirt first, revealing his sexy Adam's apple, as if he was trying to seduce her. she.

Sheng Yu's eyes were slightly red, and he was breathing heavily and separated from her. Light blue veins popped up on his forehead, and he said: "I am not Sheng Yu, I am a pure male college student."

"No, you are Sheng Yu," Song Yinong felt relieved and stopped struggling. She subconsciously touched the bridge of her nose and said, "My glasses are here, give them back to me."

"Aren't I dead, and I can still be recognized by you?" Sheng Yu felt like he was about to explode, but he was still able to calmly discuss the question of who he was with Song Yinong.

Song Yinong said vaguely: "I know you even when you turn into ashes..."

Hearing these infuriating words, Sheng Yu was stunned for a second and suddenly smiled.

He leaned down and let her struggle no matter how hard she tried...she didn't struggle.

He tugged on the already loose collar, untied the cuffs, picked her up again, and walked towards the house: "Tonight, either you will turn into ashes, or I will turn into ashes... I don't know if you can still recognize her. come out."

"Sheng Yu, I want to sleep." Song Yi whispered.

Sheng Yu gritted his teeth: "That's what you said."

He carried her to the bedside, originally very irritable, but when he put her down, his movements were surprisingly gentle.

Song Yinong fell on her bed, almost making a sound from the comfort. She picked up the quilt, quickly kicked off her high heels, and threw away the pearl hairpin that fixed her hair.

Before Sheng Yu could react, Song Yinong had already closed her eyes and whispered: "Okay, go to sleep."

Sheng Yu stayed beside the bed, dumbfounded.

In his mind, he suddenly recalled what Song Yinong had just said in front of Cheng Jianwei.

What she said was: "If you don't mind, would you like to go home and sleep with your sister?"

He knew that Song Yinong was a workaholic and her sleep quality was very poor because of irregular eating and sleeping patterns.

The most beautiful moment in the days they were together was when she finally finished her work on the weekend. The two of them lay on the big bed together. He held her in his arms, and lay in bed all day long with the warm fragrance in his arms.

Every time he saw her so tired, he felt heartbroken. When he saw her ordering takeout, he deliberately learned to cook.

Sheng Yu thinks that he is quite talented in cooking, and Song Yinong likes his cooking the most...

But now, isn't it time to sleep? ? ?

"Sleep?" Sheng Yu was somewhat doubtful about life and said through gritted teeth, "Song Yinong, you just sleep like this? Are you a human!"

The person on the bed didn't respond to him. Her breathing was even and long, and her frowning eyebrows seemed to relax. She seemed very comfortable, but her lips were completely messed up by his kiss.

Sheng Yu felt a pain in her heart when she saw Song Yinong sleeping soundly, and was suddenly reluctant to wake her up.

He pursed his lips aggrievedly, stood up slowly, and moved very gently. He first picked up the pearl hairpin that Song Yinong threw on the ground, then walked to the entrance to pick up her glasses, and saw a pearl that belonged to his shirt. buttons.

He was like that button thrown away by Song Yinong.

While feeling sad, Sheng Yu took the only pair of women's slippers outside the shoe cabinet to the bedroom, placed them neatly beside Song Yinong's bed, and then had time to look around.

This apartment is only sixty or seventy square meters, and the layout of the room is almost the same as six years ago. It just has some more electronic equipment. The decoration color is black and white, cold, and there is not even a blade of grass, just like the usual Song Yi. concentrated.

He tried hard to ignore what had just happened, and searched for Song Yinong's makeup remover according to his memory, when he suddenly saw a touch of green on the balcony.

Sheng Yu approached curiously, and when he saw what it was, he was completely happy.

There is a wooden sign hanging on the balcony door with a line of words engraved on it:

[Sheng Yu and dogs are not allowed to enter. 】

Well, he wanted to go in and see what this woman was up to!

Sheng Yu clenched her fists and turned the door handle to open the door. A strong natural floral fragrance hit her.

There were many pots of flowers and green plants on the entire balcony. He didn't know what kind they were, but each pot was blooming brilliantly. There were green radish crawling in the corner, and there was a small fish tank on the table, with several golden koi carps enjoying themselves in it. Float...

Sheng Yu automatically held her breath, with tears in her eyes, and slammed the balcony door.

He really thanked Song Yinong!

She still remembered that she was allergic to cat hair, dog hair, fish scales, feathers, pollen allergy...

The precursor to Sheng Yu's allergy is physiological tearing.

Although he held his breath in time, he still inhaled pollen at that moment.

Tears leaked out of the corners of Sheng Yu's eyes, and he wiped them away fiercely.

After walking around in a circle, Sheng Yu found the makeup remover. After checking the tutorial on the Internet, she skillfully and carefully removed Song Yinong's makeup.

He wiped her face clean with a wet wipe, took off the pearl earrings from her earlobes, changed her clothes with tears, covered her with a quilt, wiped her saliva and left.

Sheng Yu sadly sat back in his car parked downstairs in the apartment, found the anti-allergy pills he usually took, and after taking one, he cried until dawn.

the other side.

Leaving Yunqi, Assistant Han was driving, with Zhou Ciyan and Cheng Jianwei sitting in the back seat of the car.

Perhaps because of drinking, Cheng Jian slightly licked the corner of her bitten lip. Along the way, she stared at Zhou Ciyan's lips, recalling the previous feeling.

It's hard to imagine that the head of the Zhou family, who looks mature, steady, reserved and aloof, has such soft lips and is so... kissable.

She really wanted to continue her behavior in the lounge, but it didn't seem right if she took the initiative.

Assistant Han dutifully sent the two of them back to Jinyuan Villa before leaving.

Zhou Ciyan walked in, took off his coat immediately, untied the tie that made him feel stuffy, unbuttoned his shirt, and walked directly into the kitchen.

Cheng Jianwei was nestled on the sofa, like a little fox waiting to be fed, lazily relaxing and looking at the kitchen quietly from the corner of his eye.

Zhou Ciyan must have gotten her some honey water or something.

After a while, the man came out with a glass of honey water.

Cheng Jianwei said politely and reservedly: "Zhou Ciyan, actually I have a good drinking capacity and I can definitely fight for another three hundred rounds."

“Wei Wei, who do you want to fight for 300 rounds?”

Zhou Ciyan stared at her deeply. The emotions that had been soothed by her kiss in the lounge surged again, making his deep black eyes watery, and the deep love in his eyes was undisguised.

He sniffed sadly and felt his eyes welling up.

Can't cry in front of Wei Wei... Zhou Ciyan raised his head and drank the honey water in his hand in one gulp under Cheng Jianwei's surprised gaze.

"Be crowned?" he asked.

"It's all because of my poor drinking ability, so Miss Cheng can only drink with others."