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

Municipal Public Security Bureau, Anti-Drug Brigade.

Guan Wenzhen sat behind his desk with a cigarette between his legs. The ashtray was full of cigarette butts, most of which had only been taken one or two puffs.

"Captain Guan! The report is out." A police officer knocked on the door and walked into the office with a folder.

"The efficiency of the drug testing department is really poor. It took so long to get the results. Doesn't this delay our team's achievement?"

Guan Wenzheng put an unlit cigarette directly into the ashtray.

"Captain Guan, we've caught a big fish this time. Let's have a meal after we're done with this round of work." The young police officer handed the folder to Guan Wenzhen with a smile.

"Let's have a snack tonight." Guan Wenzhen smiled and opened the file bag.

When the young police officer heard him say that, he almost took off on the spot, and immediately asked with starry eyes: "Can we order food, Captain Guan?"

"Order one per person."

Guan Wenzhen took out the report and started reading it. The smile on his face gradually froze, and finally his expression became completely gloomy. He slammed the papers heavily on the table.

The young policeman also put away his smile and stood up straight from his relaxed body.

“No prohibited ingredients were detected?”

Guan Wenzheng looked at the police officer angrily: "Who is in the drug testing department?"

"I'll go ask right away." The young police officer took the opportunity to escape from Guan Wenzhen's office.

Guan Wenzheng watched the police officer run away, closed the door and locked it, then heaved a sigh of relief and sent the word "done" to a number. After a few minutes, he left the office with an extremely angry expression and strode towards the drug testing department.

"Who issued the report?!" Guan Wenzhen pushed the office door open and threw the report over. Several pieces of paper instantly scattered and floated all over the room.

"Captain Guan..." The police officer from the drug testing department was startled and went to pick up the paper on the ground with a nervous look.

"Where is your boss?" Guan Wenzhen didn't want to waste time talking to the young police officer.

"I'll go call..."

"Captain Guan, I was just about to look for you." The director of the drug testing department walked out of the laboratory and threw the gloves into the trash can.

"Old Qi, how is it possible that we didn't find any contraband?" Guan Wenzhen walked over and asked in a bad tone.

"Captain Guan, the report came out so late because I just checked it twice, but the result is still the same, and...actually, this is just a bag of dyed sugar..." The director of the drug testing department said embarrassedly.

The atmosphere in the drug testing department's office was tense, and finally Guan Wenzheng slammed the door and left.

The anti-drug brigade was completely silent. Everyone was silently doing their own work. Guan Wenzhen's heavy footsteps seemed to step on everyone's heart.

Guan Wenzheng frowned and spoke on the phone in an impatient tone.

"Director Zhang, there must be something wrong with the drug test. They are not mentally ill. Are they just sucking a bag of sugar for fun? Could it be evidence... No, Director Zhang! I didn't say who I suspected!"

The young police officer rummaged through the drawers and found a bag of tea that had been there for who knows how long. He made a cup of tea and stood in front of Guan Wenzhen's office. After hearing the call inside end, he waited for a while before he knocked on the door and went in.

"Captain Guan...have a sip of tea to moisten your throat."

Guan Wenzheng glanced at him and nodded slightly. Just as the young police officer was about to leave, he was stopped.

"What do you want to eat? Make a list for me later."

The young police officer didn't expect that Guan Wenzhen could still remember what he had just said. He was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes, and now he admired him even more.

After Director Zhang hung up the phone, he snorted coldly, thinking that Guan Wenzhen was overacting a bit too much. Nothing about his relationship with the Jiang family escaped his eyes.

The next day at noon, Zhou Cheng found the agreed place according to the address sent by Su Chonglin. Looking at the armed police on guard in front of the door, he opened his phone again to confirm the address.

"Doctor Zhou Cheng?" The armed police officer keenly noticed Zhou Cheng when he parked the car.

"Hello, Mr. Su Chonglin asked me to come here."

After Zhou Cheng put away his phone and explained to the armed police, he was taken to the small villa.

The room was empty. There was a small password box on the table. The armed police stood behind him without moving. Zhou Cheng went forward to pick up the box, then turned around and asked the armed police if there was anything else he should pay attention to. The armed police replied that their mission was to escort him to the institute.

Zhou Cheng was still a little nervous when he drove to the laboratory. There were two off-road vehicles with armed police license plates in front and behind his car. His eyes couldn't help but glance at the silver box on the passenger seat.

Soon Zhou Cheng was taken to a research institute under the name of a private hospital. The armed police did not follow him in, but stood guard at the door. After Zhou Cheng opened the password box, he saw the bag of light golden powder.

He knew that he could no longer rely on anyone and could only fight alone.

VIP ward of a private hospital.

Su Qingyan didn't dare to disobey Zhou Cheng's doctor's advice, and lay obediently on the bed, trembling with fear at the slightest movement. Today, Director Xu came to make rounds, and seeing how well behaved he was, he was pleased to say that he wanted to praise him to Su Chonglin, saying that the child had really grown up.

Su Qingyan curled his lips. He didn't want to be treated as a child anymore.

Lu Ze recently moved his easel here and is now sitting by the French window on the balcony, painting the small garden outside.

After Director Xu checked the room, Su Qingyan received another injection and several tubes of blood were drawn. He frowned and pressed with a cotton ball while nagging that Lu Ze was really unreliable and could do nothing except drawing.

"Yes, I can't do anything else except painting." Lu Ze continued to wave his paintbrush.

On his canvas, the small garden is no longer a landscape of dead branches covered with snow, but a lush and green one.

"Lu Ze, I dreamed about Bian Qi yesterday. Have you heard any news about him recently?"

Su Qingyan woke up early this morning and lay in bed recalling his dreams for a long time. The dream was vague, as if there was a misty mountain, the wind blew, the mist rolled in the mountain, like a layer of gauze, the outline of the mountain was looming, and suddenly the golden sunlight split the thick fog, and it seemed that someone on the mountain waved to him. The distance should not be able to see the face, but Su Qingyan clearly saw that the person was Zhou Cheng, and in the direction where the sunlight came in, the figure of Bian Qi flashed by.

Bian Qi was also his high school classmate. At the beginning, the three of them were the famous Three Musketeers on campus. Later, they went to England together to continue their studies. However, Bian Qi dropped out of school during the summer vacation of his freshman year, leaving them with a message that he was "going into the mountains to practice" and never heard from him again.

"Bian Qi? Why did you suddenly dream about him?" Lu Ze put down the paintbrush in his hand, stood up and walked to Su Qingyan's bed.

"Who knows...it's such a mess." Su Qingyan turned over, lay flat and looked at the ceiling. The pattern on the ceiling looked like the mountain.

"It's amazing," Lu Ze sat down beside the bed. "Bian Qi really contacted me some time ago, during the Chinese New Year. He said that sooner or later you would think of him."

"Hmm?" Su Qingyan didn't expect this answer.