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

After the meeting, Zhou Cheng and Su Qingyan embarked on their journey.

They arrived at the airport talking and laughing, full of anticipation for the trip.

Su Qingyan began to feel drowsy after sitting down on the plane. He had been very busy with company matters recently, and thought that he could take a short break in the United States, but instead of relaxing, he became even more busy, working day and night.

When I woke up this morning, I felt that familiar feeling of fatigue again.

Su Qingyan forced himself not to think too much. There was basically no major problem with the test indicators from the past few days, and there would definitely be no problems at this critical juncture.

After a short while of smooth flight, the violent turbulence woke up Su Qingyan who had just fallen asleep.

"Did you encounter an air current?" Su Qingyan took off his blindfold and asked Zhou Cheng beside him.

"It should be." Zhou Cheng looked at the foreigner next to him who was already used to it, and patted the back of Su Qingyan's hand, "It's okay."

"You won't even let me sleep well..." Su Qingyan curled her lips, put on the eye mask again, and then took Zhou Cheng's hand to continue catching up on sleep.

Who would have thought that the turbulence would continue and intensify. Passengers who were not wearing seat belts were thrown out and several suitcases fell out of the shaking cabin.

"This isn't going to end yet." Su Qingyan took off the blindfold completely and threw it aside.

Zhou Cheng looked at his angry expression and thought that he looked like a kitten with its fur standing on end, so he reached out and pinched his cheek.

"What are you doing?" Su Qingyan's face was still full of anger, and he gave Zhou Cheng a glare.

"I found," Zhou Cheng rubbed Su Qingyan's face again, "after meeting you, my life has become colorful."

"Then you have to thank me very much, for I have taken pity on you... Ouch!"

After another violent jolt, the luggage compartment door on Su Qingyan's seat opened. In order to avoid the falling bag, Su Qingyan raised his arms to block his head, and then he heard the crackling sound of beads falling to the ground.

Su Qingyan soon realized that the bracelet Zhou Cheng gave him was broken, and subconsciously unbuckled his seat belt to pick it up.

"Sit tight." Zhou Cheng's hands were firmly on his seat belt.

"They will all be gone in a moment..." Su Qingyan watched the beads rolling all over the ground and then slowly disappearing with the bumps.

"It's okay, I'll buy it for you when we get back." Zhou Cheng held Su Qingyan's hand and looked helplessly at the flight attendant who was sitting on the seat and was comforting himself instead of the passengers. He complained in his heart that these people were really unprofessional.

It took them almost 20 minutes of turbulence before they finally got through the clouds, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief when the plane stabilized again.

"If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have realized it. It's really exciting." Su Qingyan couldn't fall asleep even if he was very sleepy. He felt Zhou Cheng's palms were a little sweaty. "Are you scared?"

"I've already started planning how to escape." Zhou Cheng squeezed Su Qingyan's hand hard.

Su Qingyan wanted to refute that there was little chance of survival in this situation, but he felt that it was unlucky to say such things, so he kept his mouth shut.

"It's shaking so much that I want to vomit..." Su Qingyan felt nauseous and closed his eyes to rest.

"You're pregnant so soon?" Zhou Cheng placed his palm lightly on his upper abdomen.

"Are you sick...what's the cause?" Su Qingyan raised his eyelids. Zhou Cheng's palms were warm, which made him feel a little more comfortable.

"The greater omentum. There's literature on it." Zhou Cheng showed his scientific research spirit again.

"Okay, okay, I'm so awesome." Su Qingyan gritted his teeth and suppressed the feeling of nausea.

When stopping in Seattle, Su Qingyan vomited in the bathroom. It took him a long time to walk out. He felt not only his legs were weak, but his whole body was like a puddle of mud.

"Are you really okay? I see that you don't look well." Zhou Cheng asked Su Qingyan with some concern.

"It's all because of you." Su Qingyan lay down in the massage chair and took the water handed to her by Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng was reflecting on what happened to him. Was it because he booked the wrong flight time that caused him to encounter such a long air current?

"You scumbag, I'm still so young, and you just let me have a baby." Su Qingyan finished drinking the water and put the bottle back into Zhou Cheng's hand.

Seeing that he was still energetic enough to joke, Zhou Cheng thought that the problem should not be serious and he might just be airsick.

Su Qingyan had been lying on the chair for more than two hours during the stop. Zhou Cheng thought he was catching up on his sleep, but in fact he was just pretending to be asleep. He was afraid of being discovered by Zhou Cheng, so he pretended to be very tired.

Now Su Qingyan had to admit that he seemed to have been infected again. He felt the same way before he was hospitalized last time. But he didn't want to spoil Zhou Cheng's mood, so he could only comfort himself that he had climbed a snowy mountain before he was hospitalized last time, and nothing happened in the end.

When they boarded the plane again, Su Qingyan held Zhou Cheng's arm and leaned on him.

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Zhou Cheng used the back of his hand to test the temperature of Su Qingyan's forehead.

"No." Su Qingyan turned his head and dodged.

"Let's go to the hospital first after we land." Zhou Cheng still felt worried when he saw Su Qingyan's pale face.

"It's really nothing. Why are you being so fussy?"

Su Qingyan let go of Zhou Cheng, walked to his seat, then folded his arms and stopped looking at him.

After the plane landed smoothly in Fairbanks, Zhou Cheng received a message from the landlord saying that he was waiting for them outside the airport.

"Let's go." Zhou Cheng reached out to pull Su Qingyan, then handed him a thick down jacket.

"Where are you going to sell me?" Su Qingyan obediently put on his coat, scarf and hat.

"Who dares to buy a young master like you?" Zhou Cheng raised his hand and pulled Su Qingyan's zipper to the top.

"Maybe you are connected with some underground organ trafficking organization, and you have taken a fancy to some of my organs..." Su Qingyan raised his head, and his collar pressed against his chin, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Those who sell it in pieces are worthless, but you are very valuable as a whole." Zhou Cheng patted Su Qingyan's head, "What are you thinking about every day?"

As soon as Su Qingyan walked outside, he no longer had the mind to think about these messy things.

"Why is it colder than your hometown?" Su Qingyan hid behind Zhou Cheng and felt the cold wind immediately piercing through him.

"The car is right in front, just get in." Zhou Cheng saw an off-road vehicle with its hazard lights on not far away.

After getting in the car, Su Qingyan switched to low-power standby mode again, shivering on Zhou Cheng's shoulder. Zhou Cheng took off his coat and covered Su Qingyan's legs with it.

The landlord was a talkative man in his 50s. He could tell the relationship between Zhou Cheng and Su Qingyan at a glance and kept praising them for their close relationship. Su Qingyan responded with some perfunctory responses, and seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Zhou Cheng was forced to talk to the landlord.

The two-hour drive ended quickly in the chat room. The landlord said that for some reason, all the tenants in his house in recent years have been Chinese. Later, he heard that someone posted a guide, so everyone came to him. He also asked Zhou Cheng if he came after seeing the guide they posted. Su Qingyan listened to it casually and felt that this was indeed Zhou Cheng's style. If it were him, he would definitely not book such a farmhouse, but then again, such a place was not within his itinerary.

When we arrived at the landlord's house, the sky was completely overcast. The landlord said there would be a snowstorm today and tomorrow, and if nothing unexpected happened, we would be able to see the aurora tomorrow night.

When Su Qingyan heard the word "Aurora", he raised his eyebrows with slight interest.

"Zhou Cheng, will you take me to see the aurora?"

"Hasn't the PDF been sent to you?" Zhou Cheng didn't expect that Su Qingyan didn't even look at the itinerary plan.

"Hey, don't you have it?"

Su Qingyan smiled faintly, looked at the bowl of steaming tomato noodles in front of him, took a sip of the soup, put down the spoon, and said that he was going to take a shower and go to bed.

Zhou Cheng looked at Su Qingyan's back as he left. He always felt that he was not very happy. He looked listless and forced to smile.

Could it be that it was really too cold here and he changed his mind again?

The young master's thoughts are really hard to figure out.