A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

"Please come in."

Amid countless audience members scratching their heads, Zhou Ci Yan's low and calm voice rang out.

Cheng Jianwei walked into his room with his cell phone and closed the door.

There was no live broadcast in Zhou Ci Yan’s room, and netizens were shocked in an instant.

[Cheng Jianwei just went to take a photo with Zhou Ciyan, CP fans, please stop making fun of them! ]

[In front, we CP fans haven't said anything yet, and you've already reacted to the stress and broken your defense? ]

[Some people are ostensibly looking for someone to take a photo with, but in reality they are having sex in the room with the door closed! ]

[Put on some clothes! This is a comment area, not a no-man's land! ]

[Cijian is absolutely true. If it is not true, I will give you my life!!!]

The comment above was posted by Kuangye, who was completely banned.

Other netizens advised: [Don't do that, don't do that. You only have one life, Crazy Teacher should keep it for yourself. I think eating shit while standing upside down is fine.]

[What the CP fans said makes sense. Sister Wei deliberately took photos with everyone individually, so that she would have a reason to find Mr. Ci. Wow, xql is so cunning. I really got it.]

[I don't believe it. Cheng Jianwei just asked Zhou Ciyan to take a photo.]

in the room.

Zhou Ci Yan was sitting at the table, wearing a pair of Bluetooth headphones, and having a video conference with Assistant Han on a laptop.

"Do you want to take a photo?" He saw Cheng Jianwei come in and said in a calm voice.

"You go to the meeting first." Cheng Jianwei nodded without disturbing him, his eyes sweeping across the two mobile phones with their screens turned off next to his computer.

Well, the phones are all turned off.

On one of the phones, the screensaver was a photo of them.

"Send me the list of CEO appointments for next quarter." Zhou Ci Yan said to Assistant Han, his tone seemed very serious.

She took an apple from the fruit basket that the villagers gave to each of them and planned to wash it and eat it.

The next moment, Assistant Han's resentful voice sounded: "Sir, please stop torturing me. It's time to get off work now. We don't have a video conference today."

Before Zhou Ci Yan could speak, Assistant Han quickened his speaking speed and said loudly, "Ms. Cheng, Mr. was actually watching your live broadcast just now. He found that you knocked on the door and mistakenly called me on a video call. You see, his headphones were not even connected to the computer! I, I'll hang up first. You guys can chat slowly."

After saying that, he made the bravest, but what he thought was the most correct decision of his life - hanging up the phone on his boss.

The video was hung up and the room fell into an awkward silence.

Cheng Jianwei raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised his red lips in a playful arc: "You like to torture your assistant, Zhou Ciyan, this is not a good habit, you should learn from me."

After she finished speaking, she was about to wash the apples when she saw the man whose past was exposed by the assistant take off his headphones, suddenly stand up from his chair, and stride towards her.

His breathing was heavy and his aura was somewhat frightening, but Cheng Jianwei was not afraid at all, and his fox tail even shook excitedly.

Cheng Jianwei smelled the rich chocolate scent on him and said, "No more video conference?"

"No, I should learn from Mr. Cheng. After all..."

As Zhou Ci Yan spoke, he suddenly grabbed her waist with one hand and faced her closely.

His slightly cold lips almost touched hers, and he spoke word by word: "Meetings are not as fragrant as my wife."

In Zhou Ci Yan's black jade eyes, there are concentrated deep emotions and restrained desires that are as hot as the molten lava rolling under a glacier.

Cheng Jianwei felt that his aura was a little bit too much, and she couldn't help but say: "Zhou Ciyan, actually, I like the way you pretend to be serious."

In an instant, the restrained love poured out uncontrollably and completely consumed her.

Zhou Ci Yan's hand on her waist gently and irresistibly closed, and as he held her in his arms, his warm breath fell and touched her soft lips: "Weiwei, I can't bear it anymore..."

Cheng Jianwei's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and met his dark eyes, her phoenix eyes unblinking.

From a cartoonist's perspective, this is the picture she likes to see the most - a decent and self-restrained person losing control and sinking into love and desire.

"You're so sour, why didn't you tell me before? You've been secretly watching my live broadcast. I thought Mr. Zhou was very patient and a ninja." She said with a smile.

Zhou Ci Yan's holy and flawless handsome face blushed a little, and his sexy voice revealed the tortured forbearance and helplessness.

The two of them just stared at each other, and after a moment, the gods and Buddhas sitting in the shrine finally succumbed to their inner thoughts, were dragged into the red dust by mortals, and were contaminated by the world's fireworks.

He summoned up his courage and spoke with all his might.

"Yeah, it's sour."

"It's sour to see Weiwei talking to Feng Mian, it's sour to see Weiwei chatting with her eldest uncle, second uncle and cousin, it's sour to see Weiwei teaching Sheng Ning to cook. They are all Weiwei's brothers and sisters, but I... don't have a legitimate status."

Zhou Ci Yan's voice was close to her ear, and his ambiguous and strong breath fell.

"I'm actually a very selfish person. I'm so selfish that I want you to belong to me alone. That's why I secretly watch your live broadcast. I don't want you to know this because I'm afraid—"

Cheng Jianwei looked at his fiery and complicated eyes, his heartbeat quickened, and he asked softly, "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid... I'll scare my little moon. She's so beautiful, so bright and dazzling. I can't stop her from shining."

"But Zhou Ci Yan, even though you are so scared, you still have to tell me now," she said.

Zhou Ciyan's voice was choked with an imperceptible sob: "Because the desire to express my love is stronger than my fear."

"Zhou Ci Yan, is it because I give you too little sense of security that makes you think about these things all day long?" Cheng Jianwei said.

"I love you. I like all your good and bad thoughts. As for the status, because I love you, I want to tell the world that Zhou Ci Yan belongs to Cheng Jian Wei."

She sincerely expressed her love for him.

I heard that love always feels like a debt.

Then she should love Zhou Ci Yan very much now.

Cheng Jianwei said this, tilting her head back and kissing the corner of his lips.

"Especially when I see Mr. Zhou being jealous of me, I like it the most. After all, I am so charming, it would be strange if you were not jealous."

The clear and magnetic female voice made Zhou Ci Yan's heart suddenly soften.

It was like eating a piece of the smoothest chocolate, melting in the mouth and unforgettable, which soothed his worries.

It turns out that the girl he loves also likes him so much.

He wanted to make it known to the world, and so did she.

"It turns out that Weiwei likes me to be jealous."

He repeated hoarsely, then pressed her into his arms and kissed her hard.

Cheng Jianwei's eyes trembled, but he did not resist. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes.

Zhou Ci Yan grabbed the back of her head and pressed her against the wall without any hesitation.

The calmness and restraint of the past few days turned to ashes. He did not hide the strong possessiveness and love in his eyes, and kissed her fiercely, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her up.

"Well……"

Cheng Jianwei's hands were holding his strong arms, but he lost his strength and the apple fell from his hands, rolling away with a "gurgling" sound.

Electric currents ran through their bodies like tiny sparks, igniting their calm blood.

All the senses became blurred, leaving only the hot breath blending with each other. Cheng Jianwei could hear his sexy breathing and his own heartbeat like a drum.

I seem to hear...

The sound of the coronation?