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

"Why are you here?" Su Qingyan supported herself with the armrests of the chair, fearing that she would crush Zhou Cheng.

"You're not at home." Zhou Cheng left a string of kisses on Su Qingyan's neck.

Su Qingyan had already experienced in Yingjiang how clingy Zhou Cheng was when he was drunk, and it seemed that he had drunk quite a lot today.

"Why didn't you call me? I'll be right back."

Su Qingyan felt itchy from his kiss and tried to turn her head away, but Zhou Cheng grabbed her neck.

"do not move."

Zhou Cheng squinted his eyes and looked at Su Qingyan's gradually red face. No matter how he shook his hand, he did not let go. Finally, when he saw that he was having difficulty breathing and his hands were weak, he slightly loosened his grip.

"Sometimes you really deserve a beating." Su Qingyan coughed a few times and slapped Zhou Cheng's wrist.

"It looks good. I like it." Zhou Cheng sat up from the chair, hugged Su Qingyan and kissed the corners of his red eyes.

"Go home and stop acting crazy here." Su Qingyan tugged at Zhou Cheng's open shirt collar and pulled him up from the chair.

Zhou Cheng hugged Su Qingyan from behind, put his hands on his waist, and rested his chin on his shoulder, and walked out of the office like conjoined twins.

The secretary was already waiting for them in front of the special elevator, but she really didn't expect that President Su's boyfriend would be so arrogant and hug her in public.

The door of the conference room happened to open at this time, and the people who had just been scolded by the cold-faced General Manager Su filed out. When the secretary saw this, he quickly winked at them, and the leading department manager immediately understood and stopped.

Then they saw Su Qingyan patting Zhou Cheng's arm half-comfortingly and half-helplessly, and flashed past at the end of the corridor not far away.

He is completely different from the person just now.

Su Qingyan took a lot of effort to bring Zhou Cheng, who had been sticking to her, back to Jinghu. After going upstairs, she pushed him onto the sofa and slumped down beside him.

"Why are you so heavy?"

"Because you are too thin." Zhou Cheng moved closer to Su Qingyan and rubbed his protruding shoulder blades. "You are so fragile."

"I'm not weak."

Su Qingyan became unhappy when he heard him say that. People in Xinghai generally have small frames. His height was considered good in Xinghai, but when he arrived in Mincheng, he was just average, and could not be compared with Yingjiang further north.

"Little darling." Zhou Cheng held Su Qingyan in his arms and kissed the top of his head.

"A 1-meter-tall little darling?" Su Qingyan snorted in dissatisfaction.

"You are 1 meters tall?"

Zhou Cheng suddenly pulled Su Qingyan up, but his center of gravity was unstable and he swayed a few times before he stood steadily. Then he put his palm on Su Qingyan's head to compare his head with his own.

"You are 1 meters tall, how tall am I?"

"You are really sick..." Su Qingyan rolled her eyes at him.

"I just like the expression on your face when you say I'm sick." Zhou Cheng pinched Su Qingyan's face again.

"I told you you're sick and you're still happy." Su Qingyan pushed him away, "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

Su Qingyan felt hurt by Zhou Cheng and went to take a shower with an unhappy look. When he turned on the shower, he began to worry whether this drunkard would run around again. He took a quick shower in a hurry and walked out.

"Zhou Cheng?"

Seeing that he was not in the living room, Su Qingyan went to the bedroom to look for him, but she was tied up as soon as she opened the door.

"what are you doing?"

Su Qingyan broke free in a few tries.

"Let's measure your height." Zhou Cheng waved the tape measure that had just been used to tie him up.

"You're so boring..." Su Qingyan couldn't resist the drunk Zhou Cheng, so she stood against the wall with a pout.

"Don't tiptoe...179.4." Zhou Cheng said with a smile.

"You didn't measure it accurately." Su Qingyan suppressed his anger, "Okay, okay, go to sleep."

"I want to eat noodles." Zhou Cheng threw the tape measure to the ground and hung it on Su Qingyan again.

"Order takeout yourself." Su Qingyan stuffed his cell phone into Zhou Cheng's shirt collar.

"I want to eat what you made."

"I won't."

"I teach you."

"...No one will care about you if you drink too much in the future."

Su Qingyan was so annoyed by Zhou Cheng that she had no choice but to follow him to the kitchen patiently, and then the new home finally started cooking for the first time.

Zhou Cheng was disliked by Su Qingyan for being in the way, so he was sent to the restaurant. He sat at the island counter, watching Su Qingyan busying around the stove with interest, then took out the mobile phone that was stuffed in his arms, recorded a video, and posted it on WeChat Moments.

"Okay, just eat it. I tasted it and it didn't taste good. Add the seasoning yourself."

Su Qingyan was holding a plate with a bowl of noodles with a layer of egg white foam on it and a bunch of seasonings next to it.

Zhou Cheng took many photos of the bowl of noodles before he picked up his chopsticks and ate all the noodles in no time, leaving no soup at all.

"Have you lost your sense of taste?" Su Qingyan was surprised to see him wolfing down the food.

"Xiao Su." Zhou Cheng took Su Qingyan's hand and kissed it, then said a few words in his ear.

After Su Qingyan heard this, his face turned pale as a cooked shrimp. He was tired of hearing such sweet words from others before, but Zhou Cheng never liked to say them. Today's sudden and direct confession caught him off guard, and his heart felt like beating a drum.

After eating noodles, Zhou Cheng went to wash up and fell asleep in the bed. Su Qingyan, however, couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. He simply got up and got a glass of soda water. He sat on the small sofa in front of the French window, opened his phone and casually flipped through it. Then he was stunned by the surge of replies and likes in the circle of friends.

When he opened his Moments, he saw that he had updated a status. It was a short video of him cooking in a bathrobe. In the mirror opposite him, he could see Zhou Cheng filming with his mobile phone.

As expected, Su Qingyan found Lu Ze’s reply in the comments.

-Mom and Dad are so loving~ I also want to eat the food made by Dad~

Su Qingyan hesitated for a moment, but in the end he couldn't bear to delete the video, so he called Lu Ze.

"Why have you been so quiet lately? Have you found a new sponsor?"

"I am now the second-dimensional Lu Ze, and I am only active on the Internet." Lu Ze sighed.

"Are you still being held captive by Old Lu?" Su Qingyan began to sympathize with Lu Ze.

"He and my sister are squeezing me together, eh." Lu Ze suddenly changed his tone, "What's going on between you and mom? What's that circle of friends just now?"

"Your mother sent it when she was drunk." Su Qingyan was in a delicate mood, feeling a little helpless but also a little proud.

"Mom and Dad are so interesting. I also want a sweet love." Lu Ze sighed again.

Su Qingyan became completely proud when he heard him say that.

"Then you have to look for it slowly. Not everyone can meet a treasure like your mother."

"Okay, stop talking. Your tail is about to stick up in my face." Lu Ze didn't want to hear him show off his affection, so he changed the subject, "What big project is Mr. Su doing in Xinghai? Is Mincheng completely handed over to you?"

"He didn't tell me, he's too tight-lipped. Alas...you two all went out to enjoy your lives, and I'm the only one working day and night to earn money to support the family." Su Qingyan drank the water in the cup in one breath, "Can't you come and help me?"

"No, I just like to sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor. Good night, Dad. Go to bed early. We still have to work hard tomorrow."

Before Su Qingyan could start to curse, Lu Ze decisively hung up the phone.