Oh my god! Why is the boss such a clingy person?

Zhou Cheng was busy looking for work at home. He wanted to speak several times but was stopped by Su Qingyan. It was almost noon. Zhou's father was in a good mood and said that they should go out for dinner together. Zhou Cheng still held his breath and dared not let go.

The restaurant was located in an old shop that had been open for more than 20 years. The owner was very familiar with the Zhou family. When he saw the whole family coming today, he came out to greet them personally.

"Why is Mr. Zhou free to come here today? Hey, Zhou Cheng is back?"

Zhou Cheng nodded to his boss somewhat uncomfortably.

Su Qingyan was very curious. Did this boss have some superpowers that he could communicate so smoothly with the taciturn No. 1 and No. 2?

After they sat down in the private room, the boss learned that Zhou Cheng had brought back friends from out of town, and strongly recommended several of Yingjiang's signature dishes. Zhou Cheng added a few desserts before letting the boss leave.

The atmosphere at the table was still very pleasant, and Zhou Cheng couldn't even get a word in.

"Uncle, when I first met you, I was so scared that I didn't dare to speak loudly." Su Qingyan used tea instead of wine and raised the cup to toast Zhou's father.

"That's exaggerated." After three rounds of drinks, Zhou's father started to talk more.

"If I had known you were so nice, I wouldn't have to be so nervous all the time." Su Qingyan clinked the bottom of the cup with his.

"Why are you so nervous? Coming to Yingjiang is like coming home."

"Since we get along so well, and you want me to feel like I'm back home, then just accept me as your son." Su Qingyan finally got the chance and said it.

When Zhou Cheng heard him say this, he almost choked. He quickly put down his chopsticks and sat up straight.

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Will your parents agree?" Zhou's mother spoke first without giving Zhou's father a chance to answer.

"Auntie, don't you know? They like Zhou Cheng so much. They always ask me to learn from him, saying that he has a good upbringing. They also want to learn from you."

"Your personalities complement each other, and you are both good kids." Zhou's father was a little flattered by the praise, and he actually started praising Zhou Cheng as well.

Zhou Cheng had never been praised like this by his father before, and he felt his cheeks getting hot instantly.

Seeing that he was so useless and didn't even know how to seize the opportunity to show off, Su Qingyan had no choice but to stand up and fill Zhou's father's glass with wine.

"By the way, Auntie, there will be an art exhibition in Mincheng in a few days. My mother said she wants to go with you. You and uncle can come together then. My parents have wanted to invite you to Mincheng for a gathering for a long time."

Zhou Cheng was terrified when he heard this. He was afraid that Su Qingyan would just reveal the truth.

Zhou's father neither agreed immediately nor refused directly, saying that he would see if he had time later.

When Zhou Cheng heard him say that, he knew that he would most likely go to Mincheng. He then became even more hesitant. It was rare that his father was so happy, so he wondered whether he should confess the truth when he came back this time.

After having lunch peacefully and smoothly, Zhou's father asked Su Qingyan to go to school with him because he had something for him to bring to Su Chonglin.

Su Qingyan didn't drink and was driving. Zhou Cheng sat in the passenger seat, glancing at his profile from time to time, thinking in a turbulent manner: With Su Qingyan's personality, he would definitely not feel comfortable lowering himself to please his parents. He would actually go to such an extent for himself. His current situation was really a dilemma. No matter what he did, he couldn't make everyone happy.

Soon the car arrived at the university, and Zhou's father took Su Qingyan upstairs to his office.

Zhou Cheng followed behind them, looking at the tuft of hair on the back of Su Qingyan's head that often stood up unruly, and tried hard to resist the urge to smooth it out.

When they arrived at the office, Zhou's father took out an antique wooden box from the cabinet.

"Take this set of brushes back to your father. He will definitely like it."

Su Qingyan curiously leaned over to take a look.

As soon as the wooden box is opened, you can smell a faint woody fragrance. The pen holders of this set of brushes are made of rosewood, with black ox horns dotted on both ends. The brush hairs are the famous Guandong Liaohao hair, which is obviously of great value.

Although Su Qingyan didn't understand these things of literati, he could feel that this set of brushes was indeed valuable for people who liked calligraphy and painting.

He took the wooden box without any hesitation after thanking Zhou's father.

On the way back to the car, Su Qingyan slowed down and walked behind Zhou Cheng. He gently bumped his shoulder and whispered, "You are really like your father. You always give pens as gifts."

"Okay, walk carefully." Zhou Chengshao put some distance between him.

"When are you going to tell it?" Su Qingyan continued to ask Zhou Cheng.

"Let's talk about it when we get home."

He didn't want to make his family affairs known to others.

"Zhou Cheng." Zhou's father suddenly stopped and turned around to call him.

Zhou Cheng took a few quick steps and caught up.

Su Qingyan tactfully said that he would go back to the car first and walked away without stopping.

"What's the matter with you coming back this time?" Zhou's father looked at Zhou Cheng and asked him.

"I'll take advantage of my vacation to come back and take a look. I'll be busy again when I get back." Zhou Cheng answered truthfully.

"If you encounter any difficulties, just tell your family. You don't have to handle it all by yourself."

After Zhou's father learned that Zhou Cheng had injured his back some time ago, he was complained by his wife every now and then. This time, he finally waited for Zhou Cheng to come home, and his attitude towards him was not as serious as before, and he no longer urged him to get married.

Zhou Cheng nodded and replied that he was living a good life now, and had even obtained the qualification to take the examination for associate chief physician in advance.

Zhou's father has always been very satisfied with Zhou Cheng. Except for the matter of dating and getting married, he is a perfect son.

The father and son returned to the car without saying much.

As soon as they got in the car, it became quiet. Su Qingyan turned around and was talking to Cheng Muxi seriously, but when he saw them coming back, he immediately stopped talking and turned back to look forward.

"When are you going back?" Zhou's father ignored the complicated atmosphere in the car.

"Maybe today or tomorrow..." Zhou Cheng fastened his seat belt and replied vaguely.

After returning home, Zhou's father suddenly had an idea to show Su Qingyan his handwriting. Although Su Qingyan didn't understand, he kept praising and worshipping him.

Zhou Cheng watched his mother cook sobering soup in the kitchen and silently took note of it in his mind, perhaps it would come in handy in the future.

"Go and bring it to your dad." Cheng Muxi handed a small bowl to Zhou Cheng.

When Zhou Cheng turned around to leave, she suddenly added a sentence.

"Do you really want to tell your dad right now?"

Zhou Cheng responded with a "hmm".

"Wait until he finishes drinking the hangover soup, otherwise he will have a headache at night."

After hearing what his mother said, Zhou Cheng felt nervous again. He never knew that his father would have a headache after drinking.

But he did not hesitate and went straight to the study.

"Uncle, can I take this calligraphy?" Su Qingyan looked at the calligraphy for a long time.

The four words "the sea embraces all rivers" are written vigorously and powerfully on the rice paper.

"Take it if you like it, I have plenty more."

"Zhou Cheng, do you think this calligraphy will look nice if hung at home?" Su Qingyan looked up and said to Zhou Cheng when he saw him walk in.

Zhou Cheng did not answer, but handed the sobering soup to his father with both hands.

"Dad, drink this first."