A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

"It's Weiwei's birthday gift. I've prepared a lot. Weiwei can open it now."

Zhou Ciyan said, walked around the scene, walked to the sofa, and pushed out a car.

On the cart is a huge gift box that can fit one person.

His eyes deepened a bit, looking at her slightly red cheeks, as if he had something to say: "Wei Wei, are you thinking about what I want to give you?"

Cheng Jianwei's heartbeat accelerated a little, and he quickly said seriously: "Of course I am thinking of a serious gift."

She took the initiative to untie the ribbon outside the gift box and talked to him.

With such a big box, what should Zhou Ciyan give her? A big cabinet?

Zhou Ciyan smiled: "That's good, my gift is also a very serious gift."

Cheng Jian pursed her red lips and refused to discuss the matter with him in detail.

After opening the gift box, she was so shocked that she was speechless.

The box contained not one gift as she had imagined, but many.

Just what can be seen is a stuffed bear in a translucent box, a car model in a hollow transparent box, a certain women's wallet from G's family, and other boxes of various sizes.

"All?" Cheng Jianwei asked.

Zhou Ciyan responded: "These are Weiwei's birthday gifts every year from the age of seven to twenty-four, a total of seventeen pieces."

He said: "Because Weiwei was kidnapped when she was six years old and has never had her own birthday. I want to try my best to make up for Weiwei's regrets, and there is something special in it."

Zhou Ciyan picked up one of the boxes marked "1" and carefully placed it in front of her, with expectations hidden in his eyes: "Cheng Jianwei, you can open the gift now."

Cheng Jianwei's eyes were sour and slightly red as he opened the first gift.

The ice blue box is tied into a beautiful bow with ribbons. After opening the layers, it reveals a 20 cm long dark brown square photo frame.

In the photo frame, there is a realistic oil painting, depicting snow-capped mountains, a blue night, a silver moon hanging high in the night sky, exuding a mysterious and bright brilliance, and the light gray moon sea is delicate and warm, giving people a sense of reality. a feeling of.

As a cartoonist, Cheng Jianwei can see that the artist of this oil painting has superb painting skills, delicate brushstrokes, and the color matching and composition are both realistic and freehand. It is very comfortable to look at, and the painting style is somewhat familiar.

Moreover, this painting is very similar to Zhou Ciyan's WeChat avatar, except that his avatar is a photograph, with the moon hanging in the sky and not too big. This painting reconstructs the entire picture.

"It seems like-"

Cheng Jianwei keenly discovered that the moon in the painting was not 100% round, but slightly elliptical.

Zhou Ciyan said: "I asked a painter named James Peter to paint this painting. The moon in the painting was the moon on the day Weiwei was born twenty-four years ago."

That day was October 17th of the lunar calendar, and the moon was almost full.

Cheng Jianwei had naturally heard of James Peter.

He is an old contemporary artist in France who is nearly 70 years old. His paintings are said to be worth seven or eight figures at auction. She once gave an interview to Shen Chengshi and said that she likes the paintings of James Peter, but there are many paintings on the market. It is impossible to buy the old man's paintings, and he is old and has stopped painting.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ciyan asked him to draw this painting as a gift to him.

She bit her lip lightly, resisting the urge to cry.

Yesterday, her parents celebrated her long-lost birthday, and today, Zhou Ciyan prepared another gift for her that was seventeen years late.

Cheng Jianwei continued to unpack other boxes, numbering them "7", "8" and "9".

When she was one year old, Zhou Ciyan gave her the moon on her birthday.

When she was seven years old, Zhou Ciyan gave her a stuffed bear toy.

When she was eight years old, Zhou Ciyan gave her a fairy tale book.

Nine years old, it's a handheld game console.

……

When she was sixteen, he gave her an exquisite and beautiful quartz watch for women, which is completely timeless even if she wears it now.

Cheng Jianwei discovered that the gifts Zhou Ciyan prepared for her not only matched her age each year, but also the items of that year.

The earliest stuffed toy was a model produced by the Z family eighteen years ago. It was brand new and I don’t know how he collected it.

When she was seventeen, he gave her a pale gold necklace in the shape of a butterfly.

When she was eighteen years old, he gave her a pair of silver-white high-heeled shoes inlaid with dazzling diamonds and gold soles.

……

Cheng Jianwei removed the last piece, his fingertips trembling slightly.

She opened the box, and inside was a long skirt intertwined with black and red. The texture was silk and the streamlined design looked like a retro dark night rose. It was elegant and charming, making people fall in love with it at a glance.

She could see the brand on every other gift, but nothing on this dress.

Cheng Jianwei picked up the skirt and made simple gestures on herself. She felt that the size was fine and she also liked the design.

Whether it was because of the light or the drink, Zhou Ciyan looked at her, a hint of blush appeared on his cold and handsome face.

He said softly: "This is the dress I designed for Weiwei. I don't know if Weiwei likes it. If it doesn't look good on her, it must be the dress's problem."

Cheng Jianwei's face also became hot.

He designed the dress himself and gave it to her as a birthday gift.

Cheng Jian raised his head slightly, put his hands on his shoulders, and covered his lips with her red lips: "Thank you, every one of them... I like them very much."

She kissed Zhou Ciyan's lips, her breath intertwined and spread between her breaths.

Cheng Jianwei smelled the scent of chocolate on him again, the sweetness of fruits, and the soft and warm lips.

She couldn't taste the alcohol at all.

Cheng Jian kissed him slightly and then let go of him, and put all the gifts away properly. His red lips curled up, and his phoenix eyes curved seductively: "It's really only two degrees, lychee flavored."

Zhou Ciyan's face turned a little redder, and even his neck, including the collar of his shirt, turned red. His pale pink skin and abstinent black shirt collided into an alluring color.

Cheng Jian breathed slightly and avoided his eyes.

She tried to calm down and asked seriously: "Now Mr. Zhou, can you tell me what happened to Little Moon Chocolate and what happened to my past?"

"Okay." Zhou Ciyan nodded.