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

When Zhao Luo called Zhou Cheng, he was almost on the verge of a breakdown.

"Have you ever been blessed, brother? Xiao Chu just had a stomachache again and a fever."

"Appendicitis. He refused to have surgery when I asked him to. It will definitely recur."

"What should we do now? The performance is tomorrow, and it would be ridiculous without a keyboard player. Zhou Cheng, if we perform surgery on him now, will he be able to go on stage tomorrow night?"

"You think you're fixing the machine? A laparoscopy also requires three days to be discharged from the hospital." Zhou Cheng was speechless when he heard Zhao Luo's request. "The operation can be done now. I'll go to the hospital and add another machine for him."

"If he doesn't have the surgery, will he be okay tomorrow?" Zhao Luo was still struggling.

"You guys should go to the hospital now, to the 12th floor of the Surgery Building, Building B, General Surgery Ward . I need to take a look first." Zhou Cheng said as he went to find his coat.

When Zhou Cheng arrived at the ward, he saw that they had already arrived and Xiao Chu was squatting on the ground, holding his stomach.

"Brother Zhou, the pain this time is worse than before." Huihui held a bottle of water and prepared to let Xiao Chu drink.

"Don't give it to him." Zhou Cheng stopped him immediately after seeing it.

After they helped Xiao Chu lie flat on the bed, Xiao Chu cried out in pain as soon as Zhou Cheng's hand touched his lower right abdomen. When Zhou Cheng raised his hand, Xiao Chu cried out even louder.

"It's peritonitis. We can't delay any longer. We need surgery." Zhou Cheng looked up at Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo saw Xiao Chu sweating in pain, and finally nodded.

"Brother Zhao, there's a performance tomorrow—" Xiao Chu curled up in bed.

"What performance? Go see a doctor first!" Zhao Luo interrupted him.

Laparoscopic appendectomy was a piece of cake for Zhou Cheng, and the operation was completed in less than half an hour.

"Do you want to see the appendix?" Zhou Cheng and the anesthesiologist pushed Xiao Chu, who had just woken up and was still dazed, out of the operating room.

"No, no, no, if you take it out I will break up with you." Zhao Luo stepped back repeatedly after hearing this.

"It has become festered and perforated."

"Please, stop talking..." Zhao Luo clasped his fists and bowed to Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng was wearing a mask, but judging from his expression, he seemed to be smiling.

"Xiao Chu will be discharged from the hospital after a few days of anti-inflammatory injections." Zhou Cheng changed the subject and asked, "What about your performance tomorrow?"

"Find another keyboard player...is there any other solution? But there's less than a day left, how are we going to get them to work together..." Zhao Luo said with a frown.

"Brother Zhou, you weren't--" Huihui was pulled back by Zhao Luo before she could finish her words.

"Zhou Cheng, you don't have to listen to her. I can handle it myself." Zhao Luo warned Huihui with his eyes, and Huihui pouted in displeasure.

"It's not impossible." Zhou Cheng took off his mask, "I'm just afraid of holding you back."

"You...really?" Zhao Luo looked at Zhou Cheng in disbelief, "Didn't you say you wouldn't play the piano anymore?"

Zhou Cheng shook his head slightly.

When they arrived at the ward, they worked together to lift Xiao Chu onto the bed. Zhao Luo looked at the time and pulled Zhou Cheng out.

"Xiao Chu, you have to work harder. Your position is in jeopardy." Huihui watched them leave and said to Xiao Chu, who had a sad and angry expression on his face lying on the hospital bed.

"Huihui, you too, their old love has rekindled."

"Then I really welcome Brother Zhou to join this family." Huihui rolled her eyes at Xiao Chu.

"You have to let me write the postoperative summary, right?" Zhou Cheng was changing clothes in the duty room under the supervision of Zhao Luo, and he was thankful that he had completed the postoperative medical instructions in the operating room.

"That's Xiao Chu, he's not a serious patient. Business is more important." Zhao Luo hugged his shoulders and urged him to hurry up.

Okay, Xiao Chu is no longer a serious person.

When they arrived at Zhao Luo's studio, they began to practice. Due to the tight time schedule, after hurriedly rehearsing several times, Zhao Luo calmed down, and then became restless again.

"Zhou Cheng, seriously, your hands are really overused for playing keyboard."

When Su Qingyan woke up the next day, his mind was in a mess. He lay in a daze on the unfamiliar bed for a long time before slowly coming back to his senses. He looked at Jiang Xingyao who was still sleeping next to him. He felt nauseous at first, but then he felt a little relieved.

"Jiang Xingyao." He kicked hard.

"Qingyan, are you awake?" Jiang Xingyao sat up and looked at the messy bed, not knowing how to start.

"Aren't you going to explain?" Su Qingyan didn't expect that he would end up at the Jiang family's drinking party.

"You went to the bathroom yesterday and didn't come back for a long time. I went to look for you but couldn't find you. Then I found you here."

"Wan Lin is here too?" Su Qingyan didn't dare to think about how chaotic last night was.

"Wan Lin? When I came, there was no one else but you..."

"You guys also like to play dirty tricks?" Su Qingyan said as he got out of bed to look for clothes.

"Is it really Wan Lin's doing? I'll go find him—"

"Jiang Er, did you enjoy yesterday?" Su Qingyan suddenly leaned forward and grabbed Jiang Xingyao's neck with one hand.

Jiang Xingyao looked at his gloomy face and dared not move or answer.

"Wan Lin finished playing and you continued playing. Is it fun?"

"Qing Yan, it's not what you think. Nothing had happened when I found you." Jiang Xingyao grabbed his wrist, and if he didn't let go, he would suffocate.

Su Qingyan shook off his hand and stood up again.

"There is no second time."

Jiang Xingyao was one of the few people who took the initiative to find Jiang Yuexing. He stood outside the Jiang Group and looked up at the skyscrapers that soared into the clouds. A strong sense of oppression came over him.

"Second Young Master, President Jiang is in a meeting. Please wait a moment." The assistant led Jiang Xingyao to the meeting room.

Jiang Xingyao was flipping through his phone out of boredom when a message popped up.

-Mr. Jiang, will you come to the cocktail party tonight?

Jiang Xingyao raised his eyebrows. It was the little star that the company had been promoting recently. He did not reply, wanting to see what else he would say.

-Come on, Mr. Jiang, I don’t know anyone.

It's already a very obvious invitation for sex.

But Jiang Xingyao was in no mood to pay attention to him now. Su Qingyan's matter had already made him overwhelmed.

After waiting for more than an hour, Jiang Yuexing finally showed up. Jiang Xingyao had a clear purpose, which was to help the Su family get the project. After begging and threatening, Jiang Yuexing really didn't want to see his face, so he nodded and sent him away.

After Jiang Xingyao left happily, Jiang Yuexing sat in the chair and pinched his brows. He had originally planned to help Su Qingyan get this project as a favor to the Su family, but he didn't expect that Wan Lin, the bastard, would come out to make trouble halfway. No one could make him worry-free.

Jiang Xingyao was in a good mood and hummed a little tune as he wanted to tell Su Qingyan the good news. However, no one answered the phone after he called several times. He knew that Su Qingyan must still be angry, so he thought about going to him one of these days to talk to him in person.

Huihui wanted to put makeup on Zhou Cheng, but Zhou Cheng strongly refused and even put on a baseball cap and a mask.

This bar is a frequent gathering place for the rich second generation in Mincheng, and those who come here are either rich or noble.

After Zhou Cheng came on stage, he glanced at the audience below. The men and women in the booths were drinking and chatting in high spirits. He didn't understand why they were so happy, and then he began to concentrate on playing the piano.

After Su Qingyan and his friends had three rounds of drinks, they didn't expect Jiang Xingyao to come. Everyone in Mincheng knew the Jiang family. It was also a tacit fact that the Su family and the Jiang family were in a honeymoon period. With this relationship, these rich second-generations were at ease to join Su Qingyan. But the second young master of the Jiang family was not someone that anyone could meet. As soon as Jiang Xingyao sat down, everyone immediately started chatting with him.

"Boss Su. It's your turn this time."

After the wine bottle stopped, it pointed at Su Qingyan. This was the first time Su Qingyan was hit tonight.

"President Su, please roll the dice."

Amid the cheers, Su Qingyan opened the dice cup.

"This is the first French kiss today, Mr. Su, you're so lucky."

"Let me choose who President Su will kiss..."

Just as everyone was looking for the target, Su Qingyan suddenly stood up.

"I choose myself."

After he finished speaking, everyone whistled and cheered.

When Jiang Xingyao saw him stand up, he felt his heart tighten for no reason. Usually, Su Qingyan would never be too close to him outside, but when Su Qingyan walked over to him, his breathing still held.

Su Qingyan leaned over amid the deafening music, the dazzling lights shining on his face, his lips gently brushed Jiang Xingyao's cheek, and whispered into his ear: "Mr. Jiang, can you lend me a glass of wine?"

Su Qingyan had already picked up the wine glass and left, but Jiang Xingyao was still sitting in a daze, unable to recover.

Everyone looked at Su Qingyan curiously as he walked onto the stage.

"He's going to kiss the lead singer?"

Huihui, who was holding the microphone, was also stunned.

Su Qingyan handed her the wine glass in his hand and said, "Take a break, Huihui."

"How did Mr. Su know her name? Has he been eyeing her for a long time?"

Su Qingyan smiled at Huihui, then walked to the opposite side of Zhou Cheng.

"Nice to meet you again, handsome guy. Didn't you say you were going to fight in the underground boxing ring?" Su Qingyan said and reached out to take off his mask.

Before Zhou Cheng could hide, Su Qingyan kissed him, and the scent of wheat quickly filled Zhou Cheng's mouth. Su Qingyan squinted at his eyes, which were wide open in surprise, and put her arms around his neck. Zhou Cheng came to his senses and immediately pushed Su Qingyan away.

"We are really destined to meet. How many times have we met this week? Can I pursue you?" Su Qingyan stuck out his tongue and licked his lips that were bitten by Zhou Cheng.

"Are you sick?" Zhou Cheng looked at him in shock.

"Brother, what do you mean?" Zhao Luo also came over with a drumstick in his hand.

The atmosphere became tense.

Su Qingyan's companions hurried over, put their arms around his shoulders, and put some distance between him and Zhou Cheng who was about to take action.

"You've drunk too much. You've drunk too much." Someone came up behind Zhou Cheng and pressed his shoulder.

Huihui grabbed Zhaoluo's clothes to stop him from going forward.

Zhou Cheng looked at Su Qingyan's confused and provocative eyes, took off his earphones and put them on the keyboard, then left without saying a word.

Jiang Xingyao sat there without moving. He watched Su Qingyan being carried back to the booth by his companions.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Su usually has a good alcohol tolerance. I don't know what happened today."

Su Qingyan sat back heavily in his seat and leaned on Jiang Xingyao's shoulder, "Mr. Jiang, teach me how to chase someone." His cheeks flushed slightly and he refused the cigarette handed to him by his companion.

Jiang Xingyao felt itchy because of the hot air that Su Qingyan exhaled when he spoke.

"First you have to call the name right."

"And then?" After saying that, he fell asleep in a daze.

Jiang Xingyao originally wanted to tell Su Qingyan about the project, but a series of incidents left him with no chance to speak. Now Su Qingyan was drunk and unconscious, so it seemed he had to find another opportunity.