A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

His whole body, including the chair under him and the goblet in his hand, fell to the ground.

Cheng Jianwei was stunned.

The wine spilled on the ground exuded the familiar sweet aroma of peaches. It was the bottle of wine Lu Zhi gave her. However, she had finished the bottle last night. Where did Zhou Ciyan find it?

She quickly stood up to help him, and when she looked again, there was indeed an open bottle of fruit wine in the corner.

Thinking that he just said he couldn't drink, and then drank a drink and passed out, he couldn't be allergic to alcohol, right?

"Zhou Ciyan, Zhou Ciyan, are you okay? Do I need to take you to the hospital?" Cheng Jianwei asked nervously.

"I am fine."

The man who was lying on the ground suddenly reached out and gently took Cheng Jianwei's arm.

He stood up with a little strength from her, and personally helped up the seat that he had overturned. He found the goblet on the ground, picked it up, and put it on the table. Finally, he sat upright on the chair, as if A well-behaved baby receiving instructions from the teacher in kindergarten.

Cheng Jianwei:?

When he stood up, he stood up, and when he picked up the cup, he just picked up the cup. He looked so good, but why did he keep grabbing his hand?

Suddenly, Zhou Ciyan raised his head and looked at her.

His black eyes were shining like mist, and his thin lips seemed to have a seductive color due to drinking, making him look very sexy.

Cheng Jianwei looked at him and felt that he seemed even more handsome than usual.

"Wife."

Zhou Ciyan's voice was magnetic and leisurely, as if he was whispering in his ear. It was lower than usual, a little more seductively hoarse, and became more pleasant to listen to: "Am I good-looking?"

He took her hand and rubbed the back of her hand gently and slowly with his fingertips.

Cheng Jianwei:! ! !

You are so well behaved, what do you call your wife?

The back of her hand brought a trembling feeling, and the little fox in her heart jumped up and screamed, and her face suddenly turned red: "That, good... not good..."

Zhou Ciyan narrowed his eyes, his lacquer-colored pupils were moist and deep, and said softly: "Don't you look good? But, wife, why do you keep staring at me?"

Cheng Jianwei's breath hitched and he tried to stay calm.

How come Zhou Ciyan found out that she liked looking at his face? !

"You're drunk. By the way, are you allergic to alcohol? Can I take you to the hospital?" She calmed down and asked.

"No, I'm not drunk, so I don't want to go to any hospital," Zhou Ciyan thought for a few seconds and frowned slightly, "I don't want to see Vet Xu's face. He is ugly, but I am good-looking and my wife looks at me."

"Veterinary Xu..."

Cheng Jianwei quickly understood that he was talking about Xu Qingzhou. From what he meant, he would have called Xu Qingzhou when he was drunk before.

She said: "Zhou Ciyan, drunk people say they are not drunk. What you drank was not fruit juice, but fruit wine."

Zhou Ciyan shook his head and his thoughts returned to the morning.

He ate the toast made by his wife and was about to drink the peach juice she said. Unexpectedly, her wife didn't leave any for him, but she said that a courier would arrive in the afternoon, so he waited patiently for the courier to arrive and took off happily...

"I received the express delivery," Zhou Ciyan said seriously, "It's the peach juice that my wife replenished for me."

Cheng Jianwei realized that it was she who told Zhou Ciyan that there would be a delivery in the afternoon, and told Lu Zhi that the fruit wine brewed by his relatives tasted very good and she wanted to buy two more bottles, so Lu Zhi should have asked his relatives to deliver the wine. A bottle of wine comes.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Ciyan misunderstood it as the juice she made.

The alcohol content of this fruit wine is not high, and it smells like the sweetness of peach. If Zhou Ciyan couldn't drink, it would be difficult to tell the difference.

Cheng Jian sighed slightly and pointed to the cardboard box at the entrance: "My express delivery is the automatic feeder of Fortune, and what you drink is Lu Zhi's wine."

Zhou Ciyan was stunned.

After a moment, he came back to his senses, selectively listening to the last half of the sentence, and whispered: "I don't like Lu Zhi."

Cheng Jianwei looked at the drunk man. She had a vague feeling that Zhou Ciyan was very different from usual when he was drunk, and she seemed to be able to talk to him.

"Who doesn't like Lu Zhi? Don't you like him? Why?" she asked.

Zhou Ciyan answered obediently: "Because I'm jealous."

Cheng Jianwei: "...Forget it, let's go call Xu Qingzhou."

She broke free from Zhou Ciyan's hand and went to call Xu Qingzhou.

The next moment, he moved the fingertips of his hand and landed on the back of her neck.

Zhou Ciyan put an arm around her neck, and with a little force, he closed the distance between them.

Cheng Jianwei was pulled unsteadily by him and her body tilted. In order not to overturn the seat, she could only...

Sitting on Zhou Ciyan's lap.

He came close to her, his fingertips roamed across the palm of her hand, and his warm breath fell on the hollow of her neck. The cheeks on the side of his face were much faster than usual, like a puppy wagging its tail at her scent.

Do not……

Not some puppy.

It was a large dog that could bite the flesh of her neck and pick her up.

"Cheng Jianwei."

Zhou Ciyan's voice was like weightless feathers, falling piece by piece on the shell of her ears, with a tingling itch, her breath was moist, and her cool lips almost touched her earlobes.

This distance, every word and every word, is infinitely magnified.

"I'm yours……"

"So, I will be jealous."

He said he was hers.

Cheng Jianwei's mind went blank for a moment.

What he means by her is that he is her... fan, agreement husband? Or her partner?

"Mr. Zhou, have you forgotten that we just made an agreement——"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Ciyan's lips came over her.

He didn't really want to hear Cheng Jianwei's unfinished words, so he acted on instinct and kept all her words silent between his lips and teeth.

Cheng Jianwei's pupils shrank and she couldn't help but grasp the fabric of his arm.

Zhou Ciyan's lips were cold.

With the aroma of fruit wine and peaches, mixed with the low-alcohol chocolate smell on his body, it happened to be hot and friendly, and the sense of aggression was extremely strong.

The cold and dignified Buddha sitting in the shrine is actually a puppy gently kissing the little fox and wagging its tail.

The ends of his eyes were stained with crimson, and his fair jade face was also soaked in pink, as if he had fallen into the abyss of desire, conquering the city and taking away all her breath.

Cheng Jianwei had never had such close contact with anyone. His mind went blank and he could hardly react, but he felt his lips...

So soft.

Immediately, there is a hint of peach flavor.

Zhou Ciyan gently covered the back of her neck with one hand, and the other hand fell on her slender and soft waist. His palm was burning, and he pinched it gently, which seemed to be able to burn through the thin fabric of her clothes. Burning her skin.

When Cheng Jianwei could hardly breathe, Zhou Ciyan briefly let her go for a second.

The hoarse voice said word by word: "Cheng Jianwei, we are not getting married by agreement, we... are my long-term plan."