Transmigrated Into a Big Boss to Snatch Away the Cannon Fodder

Chapter 137

When He Qian heard, he inevitably frowned: “As long as I like it.” Wasn’t so-called partners something like this?

The old doctor saw him unrelenting and fumed for quite a while before backing off, waving his hands: “Forget it. Forget it. Whatever you want. It’s not like you’re my family’s child. Why would I care what you do.”

Grumbling, he waved at Z at the same time: “Hey kid, yes, you, come here.”

When Z reflexively walked over, the old doctor grabbed him and blahblah said a long series of important things to watch out for. Especially the part about the massage, the old doctor repeated several times.

Z listened carefully, and pretty much understood.

This old doctor was actually secretly suggesting that he get together with Qian-ge!

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and gave a careless smile at the old doctor: “Sorry, old doc. How about I bring Qian-ge to you instead. I’m the type of person who really doesn't know my own strength. And plus, if Qian-ge’s Sweet Pea knew I got fresh with him, wouldn’t I be scratched to d*ath?”

Everyone knew that Qian-ge was only attracted to cats! Sweet Pea was a little angel, that’s right, but it’s only towards Qian-ge!

He Qian saw Z being rather tactful and bestowed him a look, then interrupted the old doctor’s delusions: “I’ll come over for acupuncture the next few days.”

Reminded by him, the old doctor got rid of his wild thoughts, huffed a few times, then wrote a prescription for an ointment for He Qian to use at home. Then he made arrangements to meet the next few days for acupuncture before reluctantly ‘rushing’ the two out.

Outside the door, He Qian glanced at Z who was following him: “I’ll have the driver bring you back to your apartment.”

Z still wanted to say something but He Qian first blocked his mouth: “Or should I send you to CEO Rong’s side first?”

Z instantly deflated. He shrugged his shoulders: “I’ll go back to my apartment.” Going to Rong Qing’s side at a time like this? Wouldn’t he become an abused dog?

“En, then get in the car.” He Qian took the ointment from his hand and climbed in.

Z looked at him. Even when sitting in the car like this, He Qian still sat up straight as a rod, looking like he never relaxed at all. This man always gave people an invulnerable feeling. It’s really… very impressive.

Sending Z away, He Qian finally returned home. Pushing open the door, Sweet Pea’s nimble body jumped down from a cat path from above. It just got close to He Qian, cute little nose twitching, before immediately starting to circle around He Qian, meowing loudly.

Taking off his shoes, He Qian placed the ointment away, then reached out to pick up Sweet Pea. Narrowing his eyes, he k*ssed the round-eyed Sweet Pea: “No worries. I just twisted my hand. It’ll get better in a few days with some ointment. How’s your day today? Did you like the newly installed cat paths?”

Sweet Pea started purring from He Qian’s not heavy, yet not light strokes, slowly narrowing its eyes in pl*asure. Softly meowing, it rested its chin on He Qian’s arm and stayed still.

“Really? As long as you like it.” Smiling, He Qian walked to the window hugging his cat. Outside the window, Rong Corp can be clearly seen in the distance.

After looking for a while, he suddenly lowered his head and k*ssed the drowsy Sweet Pea on the head: “This way… isn’t bad. He’s doing better than me. What do you think, Sweet Pea.”