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

Zhou Cheng stood at the door. He didn't need to calm himself down. The minus 30 degrees Celsius temperature outside quickly helped him calm down.

Su Qingyan is not like this usually. Is it something about the company? Or...

An obvious reason emerges.

Zhou Cheng opened the door and rushed into the room. Su Qingyan was startled by his action. Before he could react, Zhou Cheng pressed his shoulders and used the palm of his hand to test the temperature of his forehead.

"You have a fever."

"Your hands are cold." Su Qingyan wanted to dodge, but was held down firmly by Zhou Cheng.

"You started having a fever yesterday? Open your mouth." Zhou Cheng continued to ask him, then turned on the flashlight and shone it on Su Qingyan's throat.

"No..." Su Qingyan continued to be stubborn.

"Where are you feeling uncomfortable? You weren't airsick yesterday, were you?" Zhou Cheng ignored his excuses.

"No..." Su Qingyan was exposed, and then was examined by Zhou Cheng, feeling even more aggrieved.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Zhou Cheng felt blocked in his heart, and then he hugged Su Qingyan, whose body was burning hot, in his arms.

"I don't want to spoil your fun..." Since she had been discovered, Su Qingyan no longer pretended to be strong and hugged Zhou Cheng back.

"It's all my fault. You weren't fully recovered to begin with, and then I brought you here to cause trouble..." Zhou Cheng hugged Su Qingyan for a while, then let go of him and opened the suitcase to look for medicine.

"Why are you so anxious to take the blame? I just need a good sleep." Su Qingyan didn't want Zhou Cheng to feel guilty.

"Let's go back, back to our country." Zhou Cheng's tone was irrefutable.

"What's wrong? Why are you going back home? I'm fine. I'll be fine after taking some medicine." Su Qingyan was worried that Zhou Cheng would make a fuss. "If the fever doesn't go down, let's go to the hospital."

This is the biggest concession Su Qingyan can make.

"Let's go now. If the test is fine, we'll come back."

It was obvious that Zhou Cheng had no intention of coming back. He quickly packed his suitcase and helped Su Qingyan into the car. Jack took the generous tip and happily continued to be their driver.

They lived not close to the city, and it took more than two hours to get to the hospital. As a result, there was not even a doctor to see in the emergency room. After the nurse took Su Qingyan's blood pressure and temperature, she told him that he would have to wait about eight hours before he could see a doctor.

Zhou Cheng negotiated with the nurse for a few minutes, but the conclusion was still the same. He heard the nurse mutter, "You Chinese are just so pretentious."

"Go back... I don't have a fever now." Su Qingyan saw Zhou Cheng was furious and quickly grabbed him.

"I don't have a fever because I took antipyretics." Zhou Cheng patiently explained to Su Qingyan. He calculated that according to the efficiency of American hospitals, he would not be able to conduct tests tomorrow, so he might as well go back home directly.

Zhou Cheng looked at Su Qingyan deeply, hesitated for a while, and then walked aside to make a phone call.

"Go to the airport."

Zhou Cheng and Su Qingyan returned to the car. After hearing what Zhou Cheng said, Jack asked them if the problem was so serious.

"Zhou Cheng, you finally have a vacation..." When Su Qingyan saw Zhou Cheng making a phone call with a serious expression, he felt that things were not as simple as he thought.

"Be obedient." Zhou Cheng held Su Qingyan's hand, and his self-blame reached its peak.

At this time, Su Qingyan's cell phone rang. When he saw the words "Mr. Su" on the screen, he immediately turned around to look at Zhou Cheng, and then hesitated whether to answer the call.

"Pick it up. I just contacted He Zhu, and he should be the one who told her." Zhou Cheng now felt not only guilty but also ashamed. She followed him out to play, but he didn't even notice that she had a fever. Her boyfriend was incompetent, and so was the doctor.

"Hello? It's okay... I just have a little fever... It's not serious... It's really okay... Okay, okay, let's go back."

Su Qingyan turned the volume of the receiver to the lowest level while speaking, but Zhou Cheng still heard the words "nonsense". Su Qingyan glanced at Zhou Cheng guiltily and found that his expression was even more solemn than before.

"My dad was just scared by the previous incident. He never cared about me before." Su Qingyan quickly hung up the phone, then took Zhou Cheng's hand to comfort him.

After arriving at the airport, He Zhu called again and said that there were some minor problems with the route application and that I would need to wait for about two more hours. If a doctor was needed, he could arrange one.

"Are you mentally ill? Why do you need a doctor when Zhou Cheng is here?" Su Qingyan heard this and took the phone to scold He Zhu.

He Zhu felt relieved when he heard Su Qingyan's familiar voice. The fact that he had the energy to curse others meant that his illness was not serious.

After waiting at the airport for more than an hour, perhaps because the effect of the medicine had worn off, Su Qingyan felt drowsy and weak all over again.

"Zhou Cheng." He poked Zhou Cheng's arm.

Zhou Cheng was confirming the message He Zhu sent him, then turned to look at Su Qingyan and found that his cheeks were abnormally flushed again.

"I'll go get you a cup of hot cocoa. It's not time yet, so you can't take any more fever-reducing medicine."

Su Qingyan stopped fighting and no longer had the spirit to confront He Zhu. Zhou Cheng felt worried again when he saw him like this.

When Zhou Cheng went to buy a drink, he passed by a bald man wearing sunglasses. This man exuded an aura of "I'm not someone to be trifled with" and was wandering around the airport hall as if looking for someone. Zhou Cheng turned around to take a closer look at him and found that he had a bulge around his waist.

Zhou Cheng returned to his seat, handed the hot cocoa to Su Qingyan, and drank a sip of coffee himself.

"My whole body aches..." Su Qingyan drank a sip of steaming cocoa and felt a little more energetic. He pulled Zhou Cheng's arm and stood up. "Move around. I feel like my joints are rusted."

"He Zhu said we'll be able to board the plane soon, so we'll just have to wait until we get back."

As soon as Zhou Cheng finished speaking, he heard a noise coming from behind him. He turned around and saw the bald man he had met before. He took out a pistol. Several passengers nearby screamed when they saw it.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointing straight at them. In a flash, Zhou Cheng pulled Su Qingyan away and held him tightly in his arms.

Before Su Qingyan could react, several gunshots rang out in the hall, and then a stream of warm liquid sprayed onto his face.