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

Although Su Qingyan's illness relapsed this time, he recovered unexpectedly quickly. On the fifth day of hospitalization, he stood by the window and pulled a pot of green plants on the windowsill. In the past few days, he had destroyed it so much that only a few leaves were left.

The door of the ward was gently pushed open, and Su Qingyan turned around and saw Zhou Cheng walking in.

"Have you finished your date with your sweetheart?"

"I'll go to the treatment room and remove the closed drainage." Zhou Cheng lifted his clothes for Su Qingyan to see.

"I even doubt whether you were shot or not?" Su Qingyan went over and touched Zhou Cheng's wound covered with gauze.

"I'm glad you're okay." Zhou Cheng hugged Su Qingyan.

"You look like you're going to go to work as soon as you get back?" Su Qingyan felt that Zhou Cheng was not here to be hospitalized, but was here to study.

"The director asked me to take a month off, but I don't want to—" Zhou Cheng was interrupted by Su Qingyan in the middle of his words.

"Zhou Cheng, are you torturing yourself? Why don't you take a day off?" Su Qingyan lingered and pecked Zhou Cheng's lips a few more times.

"You don't have to rest for so long..." Zhou Cheng wanted to pick up Su Qingyan, but his right arm was injured and he couldn't use any strength, so he had to give up.

"You're feeling overwhelmed, Xiao Zhou." Su Qingyan hung on Zhou Cheng and threw him onto the bed.

"Slow down, slow down." Zhou Cheng felt a dull pain when his wound was pulled.

"You didn't cry out in pain when you played with that machine." The hospital gowns were designed to be very convenient. Su Qingyan pulled the ropes at the waist and took off Zhou Cheng's clothes. "Now that you have a new love, you don't want your old love anymore?"

"Stop it, you've just gotten a little better." Zhou Cheng didn't dare to move too much. One hand was no match for Su Qingyan, so he could only let him toss him around.

"I didn't lock the door..." As Su Qingyan's actions became more and more outrageous, Zhou Cheng looked at the door nervously.

"I drove them all out, and no one dared to come in." Su Qingyan continued to feel down, "He's still in good spirits, not broken."

After the plane landed smoothly in Mincheng, Su Qingyan and Zhou Cheng were transferred to the hospital by a special car.

"I don't think I need to be hospitalized. I can change the dressing myself at home." Zhou Cheng seemed very reluctant as he lay down in the ward again.

"I also want to go home, so let's break out of prison and go home." Su Qingyan sat up from the hospital bed.

"That won't work. You still need to get an injection and have the test done again..."

As soon as the matter of hospitalization involved Su Qingyan, Zhou Cheng became obviously hypocritical.

"You can also get injections and blood drawn at home." Su Qingyan said to him with a smile.

Zhou Cheng was speechless and had to lie on the hospital bed obediently.

Because they landed in the early morning, only He Zhu and a few bodyguards came to greet them at the airport. The next morning, there was a long line of people coming to visit them.

"Come and take a look at the list, Dr. Zhou." Su Qingyan opened the file sent to him by He Zhu, which contained a list of names.

"What is this doing?"

Zhou Cheng didn't know about the grand scene in the reception room. When he heard Su Qingyan say that they were all people who came to visit the patient, he looked incredulous.

"Are you kidding? Are you here to be hospitalized or for a meeting?"

"I am so young, but I have to shoulder the responsibility of the family. How pitiful..." Su Qingyan sighed, then put on a suit over his hospital gown and was about to leave. "I am going to support the family. Wait for me to come back."

Although Su Qingyan had encountered such a big thing, Su Chonglin still hadn't returned from Xinghai. He seemed certain that Su Qingyan could handle the Mincheng industry by himself.

Su Qingyan indeed made him look at him with new eyes.

After another busy week in the hospital, Su Qingyan's indicators have returned to normal. He is now learning from Zhou Cheng to occasionally disobey the doctor's orders, and then finding that there is really nothing serious, he mutters in his heart that doctors just scare people.

When they were discharged from the hospital again, the piano that Su Qingyan ordered finally arrived. When they returned home, the tuner was tuning the piano. When he saw them coming back, he bowed and left.

"Master, let's try it." Su Qingyan casually tapped the piano keys and found that the tone was indeed extraordinary.

Zhou Cheng walked over and looked at the valuable piano, then sat in front of it and started playing it.

Su Qingyan also learned piano when he was a child, but it was just for fun. He could tell that Zhou Cheng's level of playing must have taken a lot of time and effort.

"You play so well, why don't you have a piano at home?"

"When I was in high school, I formed a band with Zhao Luo. My dad said I was not doing my job properly and stopped me from playing. I got angry and smashed the piano."

After listening to this, Su Qingyan fell silent, then leaned over and hugged Zhou Cheng from behind.

From the moment Zhou Cheng rushed out to block the bullet for him, Su Qingyan felt that the relationship between them was no longer a simple romantic relationship. If Zhou Cheng had been facing the gun at that time, the bullet would have shot directly into his heart.

Su Qingyan tightened his arms again.

"Brother, what else do you like? I'll buy it all for you."

"Are you not jealous anymore? Your lover has moved in." Zhou Cheng stopped and patted his arm to ask him to loosen it up, as it was making it difficult for him to breathe.

"It's sick... Can they compare with me?"

The end of the year was already very busy, and because he was delayed for several days because of going abroad, Su Qingyan was busy like a top after he came back, but he also vented his resentment about Zhou Cheng's injury, and made drastic moves along the way, making the entire group tremble with fear. Previously, the senior management thought that the son of the Su family was an embroidered pillow, and it would be exposed in a few days. As a result, because Su Chonglin was delayed in returning, he took over during this period of time, and his tactics were even tougher than Su Chonglin, even more so.

Su Qingyan and Zhou Cheng were video chatting and were supervised by him while eating lunch. A message popped up on their phone while they were chatting. Su Qingyan clicked it and frowned slightly. It must be because he has been talking about his little lover every day recently. How did this bad peach blossom come to him?

-Mr. Su, I miss you so much since we haven’t contacted each other for so long. Are you free recently?

Su Qingyan blocked and deleted everyone, muttering to himself that it was rare to see people who didn't know the rules so well. He would have to clean up his friends list later.

"Mr. Su." He Zhu knocked on the door and came in.

"What time is the launch ceremony this afternoon?" Su Qingyan was eating the healthy yet unpalatable lunch that Zhou Cheng cooked himself, and it tasted like chewing wax.

"4 o'clock. President Jiang said there will be a performance later." He Zhu opened the detailed process and showed it to Su Qingyan.

"Is Jiang Er's brain stuck in the door? Is he going to hold a concert?" Su Qingyan shook his head as he looked at the names of the four or five stars.

"Boss Jiang said that in order to create momentum and attract traffic, the star-chasing girls are now very generous with their money." He Zhu said stiffly, Jiang Xingyao and Boss Su have a special relationship, and he dare not disobey either side.

"They are not the target audience...it's useless." Su Qingyan stuffed the tablet back into Assistant He's hand.

"Don't swear." Zhou Cheng suddenly interrupted in the video.

"I'll go back after the launch ceremony... Oh, by the way, do you want to watch those stars sing?" Su Qingyan asked on the phone screen.

"Don't want to watch..." Zhou Cheng said helplessly.