The Sick Young Man Controls Heaven and Earth, but the Boss Favors Him

Shuangjie Everyone says that Fu Qingxiao's most perfect work is his younger brother Song Xingtang who was raised in a glass dome. Beautiful, well-behaved, and sickly, she could not live without her brother for three days. At the banquet until three o'clock in the morning, Song Xingtang dragged his suitcase and grabbed Fu Qingxiao's tie in the astonishment of the audience. His voice was sleepy, but his eyes were so bright: "Brother, I dreamed that you were married." Fu Qingxiao calmly pushed his hand away: "Dreams are reversed." Song Xingtang tiptoed close to his ear and chuckled: "What if I come back to make the dream come true?" ——He thought he had a canary, but he didn't know that the bird's beak could peck through glass. No one in the circle knew that in the locked drawer of Fu Qingxiao's study, there were hundreds of postcards from all over the world, all signed with only one word - sleep. No one expected that when the daughter of the Su family appeared in the salon with Fu Qingxiao on her arm, the young man in the corner would personally unveil a painting - "The Light in the Keyhole" that illuminated the whole room. The signature in the lower right corner was dazzling: Mian. Fu Qingxiao suddenly turned around in the middle of the crowd. His canary pecked through the glass cover and was standing at the edge of his world, launching a grand and painful "defection." [Subline: When a stereotyped special assistant meets a lax doctor] For the first time, an unclassifiable "variable" appeared on Zhou Xu's perfect schedule: Lu Qingrang. "Dr. Lu, this is against the rules." Lu Qingrang took away the pen from his chest and threw it out of the window with a lazy smile: "Now, you have me in your "plan"."