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

Su Qingyan and Zhou Cheng took the VIP elevator directly to the top floor. The restaurant was decorated with many Christmas elements. A huge Christmas tree was placed in the middle of the restaurant, with scattered gifts next to it, and some mistletoe hanging on the piano on the other side.

But there was no one in the entire restaurant.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Cheng asked him puzzled.

"It's a date, so it should be formal for the first time." Su Qingyan smiled and took down a small mirror decoration from the Christmas tree and pinned it on Zhou Cheng's chest.

“Mirror of Erised?” Zhou Cheng looked down and said.

"Eh? You know?" Su Qingyan looked up at him in surprise.

This is Zhou Cheng's favorite angle. Su Qingyan looked up, her eyes wide open, slightly upturned at the end, and it felt like there were stars in her eyes. Her eyelashes rubbed Zhou Cheng's heart like feathers.

Zhou Cheng pursed his lips and said nothing, then walked towards the only table in the hall.

"Zhou Cheng, what do you want to eat?" Su Qingyan also sat down with him.

"Whatever." Zhou Cheng had given up on correcting Su Qingyan's way of addressing him. Ever since that shocking remark in class, Su Qingyan had never changed his tone.

"Let's eat hotpot." Su Qingyan said after thinking for a few seconds.

Zhou Cheng looked at this high-end revolving restaurant and fell into deep thought at the flowers and candlesticks on the table.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't you like hot pot? Let's change it."

"I like it. Let's eat it..." Zhou Cheng saw that Su Qingyan's expression was depressed for a moment, and he immediately agreed. He sighed in his heart that if you have money, you can do whatever you want.

Su Qingyan raised his hand to signal the manager who was guarding the door in the distance.

"Mr. Su, Mr. Zhou." The manager walked over quickly and said respectfully.

Su Qingyan asked Zhou Cheng if he had any dietary restrictions, and then asked him what he liked to eat. Zhou Cheng stopped him from reading out the menu at length and told him that he could eat whatever he wanted.

When the steaming hot pot was served, Zhou Cheng looked at the bustling city night scene outside the window and felt a strong sense of disconnection.

"Don't eat such greasy food."

Through the steam from the hot pot, Zhou Cheng watched Su Qingyan eating enthusiastically. He was sweating slightly and had unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt.

"You don't know what kind of life I've been going through these past 10 days. At first I couldn't eat anything, but later I had a little appetite, but I couldn't eat anything delicious." Su Qingyan raised his hand to show Zhou Cheng, "How many days will it take for the swelling to go down? It's already turned into a pig's trotter."

Zhou Cheng had already noticed that his left hand was swollen due to subcutaneous seepage from long-term infusion.

"Didn't they take care of it for you?" Zhou Cheng held his hand and looked at it carefully.

"I think a kiss would be enough." Su Qingyan said with a grin. Seeing Zhou Cheng was about to withdraw his hand, she immediately grabbed him, "No, no, hold it for a while, it still hurts."

Seeing that he looked serious, Zhou Cheng let him hold his hand.

"Zhou Cheng, what do you think of me?" Su Qingyan put down his chopsticks and placed his right hand on Zhou Cheng's hand.

Zhou Cheng was stunned for a moment, thinking for a long time without saying anything.

"Open a bottle of wine to celebrate my discharge from the hospital and the coming Christmas." After Su Qingyan said this, he let go of his hand and picked up the bottle of red wine next to him.

"You can't drink now."

"I don't drink, you drink." Su Qingyan poured the red wine into the decanter and poured himself a glass of orange juice. "Is this healthy enough? Doctor Zhou."

When Zhou Cheng heard Su Qingyan's pretending to be relaxed tone and the change in the way he addressed him, he immediately felt the change in his mood. He felt that he was really spoiling the mood. He clearly knew the other person's feelings and had come out to the appointment, so why not respond?

"Xiao Su, what do you like about me? We are not from the same world."

It feels even worse to say it out loud.

"What, are you an alien? Then I like it even more. Do you know the Haiowa prophecy?" Su Qingyan picked up the chopsticks again and put a few slices of beef into the hot pot.

Zhou Cheng couldn't quite keep up with his jumping thoughts, but that plate of beef didn't look like ordinary beef. Could it be marbled beef?

"I read the Thiaoouba Prophecy when I was a child. I am not an alien."

Su Qingyan laughed again when he heard Zhou Cheng's serious answer.

"What should I do? I like you more and more." After saying that, he put a piece of boiled meat directly into Zhou Cheng's mouth.

"I'm not that good." Zhou Cheng turned his eyes away from him somewhat embarrassedly.

"The stereotype of Capricorn has increased again." Su Qingyan also followed his gaze and looked out the window. It seemed that snowflakes were falling outside. The crowd was so dense that it was difficult to see faces. "Do you like winter?"

"It's okay." Zhou Cheng has gradually accepted Su Qingyan's jumping thoughts.

"You must like it. You are so good at skiing, so teach me." Su Qingyan retracted his gaze and looked at him again.

"Okay, there is time, but you have to wait until you recover. Now you need to rest more and not do strenuous exercise." Zhou Cheng added worriedly.

"What is considered strenuous exercise?" Su Qingyan asked him with his chin in his hand and his head tilted.

"Hiking, running, fitness, playing ball, and similar activities are not allowed. The diet should also be light, and you can't eat too much. You can't smoke or drink, don't stay up late, and get more sleep. These mentally exhausting activities require the participation of the liver." Zhou Cheng talked much more when he started to popularize medical knowledge.

"If I behave myself, can I spend New Year's Eve with you?" Su Qingyan picked up another piece of meat and handed it over. He found that Zhou Cheng seemed to like this beef very much.

"I was on the night shift that day." Zhou Cheng said and opened his mouth, as if he didn't realize that he could also use the plate to catch the food.

"Then I'll accompany you to the night shift." Su Qingyan found him so cute when he ate his food obediently.

"You have several missed calls on your phone, why don't you reply?" Zhou Cheng saw that Su Qingyan's phone lit up again.

"Don't worry about it, it's not important." Su Qingyan said as he turned over the phone with "Jiang" on the screen and placed it on the table.

Zhou Cheng drank a little, but not too much, because he was afraid that drinking too much would affect his outpatient clinic tomorrow. It was still early after dinner, and Su Qingyan wanted to go out for a walk with Zhou Cheng, but Zhou Cheng refused, saying that he had not recovered completely and needed to rest early.

The car drove smoothly all the way back to the underground garage in Zhou Cheng's community.

"How are you going to get back?" Zhou Cheng unbuckled his seat belt and turned to ask Su Qingyan.

"Call a taxi." Su Qingyan opened the taxi app.

"Your assistant isn't coming to pick you up?" Zhou Cheng didn't expect that Mr. Su would have to call a taxi himself.

"How can I bear to let him work overtime on Christmas Eve?"

Zhou Cheng saw that the waiting time displayed on his mobile phone had exceeded 20 minutes.

"You can drive my car back."

"It's okay, the car will be here soon, and I just want to go out and look at the stars."

Su Qingyan put away his phone and looked at Zhou Cheng, his eyes still sparkling, and Zhou Cheng felt like he was seeing stars.

When they came outside, Su Qingyan still shrank his neck because of the cold.

"How many stars can we see in this weather?" Zhou Cheng looked up at the foggy sky.

"We can see Venus. One is enough." Su Qingyan put on the hood on the back of his down jacket and put his hands in his pockets.

Zhou Cheng followed his gaze and looked at the brightest star next to the moon.

"Walk."

"Where are you going?" Su Qingyan turned around to look at him and stamped his feet in coldness.

"Go upstairs." Seeing that his lips were white due to the cold, and his nose and cheeks were red, Zhou Cheng controlled his desire to hug him, turned around and opened the door of the unit, "Cancel the order." He turned back and added.

When Su Qingyan heard him say that, she rushed over without thinking, leaning her face on Zhou Cheng's back with her arms around his waist.

"Eh? What are you doing? Let go." Zhou Cheng was a little nervous. They were downstairs of his house and he didn't want to be talked about by his neighbors.