Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Jian Zhinian didn't want to move either, but there was nothing here.

There was no small bathtub, no clothes, and nothing that Nian Nian needed. No matter how detailed his mother listed the precautions and how good his memory was, he had no practical experience.

"It's okay. Nian Nian must be hungry. Uncle will take you home for dinner. Grandma Wang must have made a lot of delicious food for Nian Nian."

"Wow, I better go home."

Children are always easy to coax.

When Jian Zhinian returned to the villa in the suburbs, Mrs. Wang had already prepared dinner and invited them to eat with a smile.

When Nian Nian returned home, Jian Zhinian was relieved to have Mrs. Wang take care of her daily life.

Maybe it was because she walked too much after school today, and children have limited energy, so Nian Nian fell asleep at around eight o'clock.

Jian Zhinian returned to his room exhausted. His eyes fell on a small box in the corner of the room. He felt sore in his eyes. He covered his face with his hands and inserted his index fingers into his hair, feeling extremely painful.

It's his problem...

It has nothing to do with Mu Qingyuan.

Therefore, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain.

Jian Zhinian took a shower and shrank into his snail shell...

Mu Qingyuan returned to his rented house like a walking corpse. The house was a temporary rental and there was nothing in it except basic daily necessities.

There was no one, and no wine.

Mu Qingyuan went downstairs, drove, and headed straight to a nearby bar.

He couldn't think of any other way to vent his emotions except getting drunk. He just wanted to stay drunk forever and never wake up again.

He drank himself unconscious and lay in a corner of the bar, drunk.

This place is near K University. Most of the bar’s business is for happy gatherings and music parties, so Mu Qingyuan huddled in a corner and no one disturbed him.

As a result, Jiang Shaoqing and Mu Qingan, who were having fun in the same bar, didn't notice him until the next table was playing a dare game, and somehow a classmate mustered up the courage to go up and disturb Mu Qingyuan...

"roll!"

A familiar shout was heard. Jiang Shaoqing turned around in confusion and was surprised to see Mu Qingyuan who was drunk.

"Xiao An'an, your brother..."

The next second, Jiang Shaoqing stood up and said angrily: "Damn it, your brother Mu Qingyuan, he actually dared to drink so much alcohol, he is going to die!!"

Mu Qing'an was so frightened that his soul almost flew away on the spot.

The two men asked the bar for some sobering soup, poured it into Mu Qingyuan's mouth, and then worked together to carry Mu Qingyuan to a quiet open-air chair outside.

Mu Qingyuan looked listless, as if he recognized Jiang Shaoqing and the other man, but also seemed not to recognize them.

Jiang Shaoqing asked: "Boss, what's wrong with you? What unhappy things happened to you?"

Mu Qingyuan ignored him.

Jiang Shaoqing awkwardly explained to Mu Qingan beside him: "He's so drunk, it's probably related to Teacher Jian!"

"Not a teacher, don't call me Teacher Jane!"

Mu Qingyuan gave a serious warning, but his drunken state had no deterrent effect at all.

Jiang Shaoqing and Mu Qing'an looked at each other and thought, yes, it really is related to Jian Zhinian.

"I guess he didn't catch up."

Jiang Shaoqing said to Mu Qingan.

Mu Qingan glared at Jiang Shaoqing who had no sympathy at all.

Jiang Shaoqing felt wronged. He shrugged and said, "Look at your brother. When he was drunk, his mouth was tighter than a clam shell. He didn't even say a word to me. He must be heartbroken."

Sometimes it is hard to express the pain in a man's heart.

This is especially true for Mu Qingyuan.

The two had no choice but to send Mu Qingyuan home first.

However, Mu Qingyuan refused to leave, saying that he had a home.

If you ask him where home is, a drunk person can't even walk in a straight line, let alone expect him to give you directions.

Mu Qingyuan couldn't give directions, but no matter how drunk he was, he staggered and didn't forget the way home.

So, Jiang Shaoqing and Mu Qing'an, two grown men, accompanied a drunkard on a night walk for more than an hour and finally arrived at a residential area opposite K University.

Jiang Shaoqing reacts quickly——

"Damn, could it be that Jian Zhinian lives here?"

I have to say, the truth about Jiang Shaoqing has been revealed.

I just went upstairs and entered the house, but didn't see Jian Zhinian at all.

Although the decoration of the house where Mu Qingyuan lived was acceptable, it was really bare and did not look like a place that a CEO would rent at all.

After entering the house, Mu Qingyuan seemed to be looking for something...

"Nothing... nothing at all... Zhizhi is not here... this is not home..."

Jiang Shaoqing and Mu Qing'an didn't hear the incomplete mumbling clearly. They were wondering, but the next second their eyes widened, and they saw Mu Qingyuan staggering out of the house and walking towards the opposite house.

He reached out to open the door, and the sound of the fingerprint lock sounded like an alarm, which was particularly harsh in the empty corridor in the middle of the night.

The drunk man frowned and complained: "Why can't I open it... I want to go home..."

Jiang Shaoqing was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He hurried forward to stop Mu Qingyuan and tried to communicate, "Boss, I made a mistake. This is not your home. Don't disturb others in the middle of the night. Your home is across the street!"

Mu Qingyuan waved his arm, shook Jiang Shaoqing off, and said drunkenly: "It's here, that's right! My home, Zhizhi is here!"

"My brother said that Teacher Jian lives here." Mu Qing'an translated.

"I heard it. How about ringing the doorbell?"

"That's not right... Jiang Shaoqing, you're going to die, why are you holding my hand and pressing it?"

When the doorbell rang, Mu Qing'an jumped back a few steps like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He was caught off guard and Jiang Shaoqing grabbed his finger and pressed the doorbell twice...

Jiang Shaoqing grinned and said, "I'm afraid that Teacher Jian will scold me..."

"you you……"

Mu Qingan was extremely angry. Wasn't he afraid of being scolded by Teacher Jian? This damn Jiang Shaoqing, a treacherous and cunning person!

However, after waiting for a long time, no one came out.

Dead asleep?

Jiang Shaoqing's expression became more serious. He pressed the doorbell several times, but there was still no response.

Meanwhile, the drunk Mu Qingyuan had already collapsed on top of Mu Qingan. Without Mu Qingan's support, he would have been drunk into a puddle of mud...

"Maybe he's not at home?" Mu Qing'an reminded.

At this moment, Jiang Shaoqing gradually stopped joking and his expression gradually became cold.

He slid open his phone and dialed the number he hadn't called in nearly a year.

At the beginning of the year, Jian Zhinian not only blocked Mu Qingyuan's phone and WeChat, but later when Mu Qingyuan used his WeChat to send messages, his WeChat was also blocked.

In the end, Mu Qingyuan was afraid of losing the last contact and did not allow him to call Jian Zhinian again.

Jian Zhinian was so cruel that Jiang Shaoqing, as an outsider, also felt a little angry at the moment.