Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Why is he back?

This kid has no conscience at all. He ran around all the restaurants and night snacks in S City and finally found a shop that still sells spicy crayfish. This kid actually asked him why he came back?

Didn't you tell him to wait?

Is he joking?

Jiang Shaoqing put the spicy crayfish on the table and said, "Young Master, I bought ten kilograms of the spicy crayfish you ordered. Enjoy it!"

Mu Qing'an, who was already full, swallowed his saliva.

If he tells the truth, will he be beaten to death?

Mu Qingan quickly found a new topic and said, "Um... your coat seems to be wet..."

Jiang Shaoqing glanced at Mu Qingan, his eyes darkened. This kid took a bath and was waiting for him?

"It rained heavily just now, didn't you hear it?"

Mu Qingan: “…I didn’t notice…”

He was taking a shower just now. The bathroom in an office building is not as airy as that in a commercial building.

Jiang Shaoqing was too lazy to talk nonsense and urged, "I bought what you wanted to eat, eat it quickly!"

He opened two takeout bags, one containing spicy crayfish and the other containing the dinner he ordered.

Mu Qing'an looked at the dinner and spicy crayfish on the table, which were far more than enough for two people. Then he looked at Jiang Shaoqing's expression when he looked up at him, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

He sat down opposite Jiang Shaoqing, put on gloves, and asked casually, "Where did you find the crayfish?"

Jiang Shaoqing took a few bites of rice. It was almost ten o'clock now. He had been driving all night and was hungry and tired.

"In a farmhouse."

In the suburbs of S City, there is a crayfish breeding base. He paid a high price and asked the owner of the farm to catch some lobsters and stir-fry them for him.

"Oh, thank you."

Mu Qingan spoke dryly, then worked furiously to peel the lobster and put it into Jiang Shaoqing's lunch box.

Jiang Shaoqing was deeply touched, thinking that this boy still had some conscience.

Although he didn't like spicy food, he reluctantly ate a few of them because the boy was working hard to peel them.

"Don't just peel it for me, eat it yourself too."

Of course Mu Qing'an also ate. Young people digest food quickly, and lobsters are mostly shells, so he can still eat a lot.

However, Jiang Shaoqing not only bought lobsters, he bought ten kilograms!

In addition to the lobster, there was dinner for two.

Mu Qingan couldn't finish it even if he died!

He pretended to eat a few mouthfuls of food, and then, after adding the mountain of lobster shells in front of him, he touched his stomach and said, "I really can't eat any more..."

Eat so little?

Jiang Shaoqing was puzzled, as this kid usually eats more than this.

Mu Qing'an was afraid that Jiang Shaoqing would become suspicious and see some clues, so he hurriedly said, "I see there is still a large portion of lobster. I can't finish it anyway, why don't I send it to my brother?"

Jiang Shaoqing thought about it and agreed.

"It's getting late. You should go to sleep first. I'll go upstairs. I have something to ask your brother..."

Mu Qing'an was a little sleepy. He yawned, helped to clean up the table, walked to the recliner at his workstation, and lay down.

Jiang Shaoqing walked out of the office carrying a takeaway bag and a large bag of garbage, and considerately turned off the lights and door for him.

There was a trash can at the corner of the corridor and at the stairs. He was just going to throw the trash there casually, but the familiar bright yellow takeout bags were too conspicuous and it was difficult for him to ignore them.

Whatever the reason, Jiang Shaoqing squinted his eyes and walked forward to take a look.

Ah!

Three dishes and one soup for one person, no wonder I ate less just now, it’s not because I have a small appetite, but because I have eaten too much!!

A heartless brat.

Jiang Shaoqing snorted coldly, and with a bang, he threw the two bags in his hands into the trash can!

He opened the window at the corner of the stairs, and a cold wind mixed with moisture blew in. His heart suddenly felt cold, and he became much more sober.

He lit a cigarette out of habit, and the familiar bitter taste filled his mouth. Jiang Shaoqing narrowed his eyes. Was he too kind to that boy?

After smoking a few cigarettes in a row and being blown by the cold wind for a long time, he became a little more serious.

Turning around and walking back, he pushed open the door of the public relations office. With the help of the sensor light in the corridor, he saw Mu Qing'an curled up on the recliner, sleeping soundly and carefree!

He walked in, past his seat, and headed straight for the office inside.

As the boss of the public relations department, his name "Jiang Shaoqing" is written on the door of the innermost office in the public relations department. The lounge in the office is decorated to the same standard as the president's lounge.

The dinner appointment didn't go through, and Jiang Shaoqing was exhausted after running around all night for the spicy crayfish. He simply didn't bother to go home and just stayed at the company for the night.

He only turned on a small light in the lounge and walked into the bathroom. It was wet inside and had obviously been used not long ago.

Stupid, I used the bathroom, but instead of using the lounge I just slept in it. I didn't sleep on the soft mattress, but preferred to sleep on the small bed at my workstation. What a dog bone!

He wants to sleep in his brother's lounge, so he doesn't care about his own lounge?

Is there any difference in the layout objects?

The more Jiang Shaoqing thought about it, the angrier he became. The anger that had finally dissipated after blowing the cold wind for a long time now easily condensed again.

He washed himself roughly, put on his pajamas without even wearing shoes, opened the office door and walked angrily up to Mu Qing'an.

There is no place to put my hands, and I can't stretch my legs...

Can you sleep so soundly?

Jiang Shaoqing looked at the calm profile and raised his hand to slap him twice...

Finally, he really reached out...

Back in his own lounge, Mu Qing'an was also placed on the big bed.

Feeling comfortable, Mu Qing'an stretched out his legs, spread his arms, grabbed the quilt and pressed it into his arms, then turned over and continued to sleep.

Jiang Shaoqing's expression softened a little. He was also very sleepy, so he simply turned off the lights, adjusted the temperature, and lay down to make do with it.

He didn't have any insomnia, anxiety, or overthinking. He fell asleep almost immediately after he hit the bed and had a good night's sleep. Except for the cat scratching his neck and a huge rock pressing on his chest in his dreams, he felt a little suffocated...

At around four in the morning, when Jiang Shaoqing was in deep sleep, suddenly -

The silent lounge was first filled with the piercing sound of an alarm clock, and then he was suddenly pushed off the bed with great force, falling to the floor with a thump, and a sharp voice of panic rang in his ears:

"Jiang Shaoqing, what do you want to do now?"

Jiang Shaoqing got up from the ground sleepily, and saw Mu Qing'an grabbing the quilt and looking at him with a panicked and wary look.

He glanced at her coldly, and said in a hoarse voice, looking disgusted: "What do I want to do? I want to push you on the bed and rape you, okay?"

After saying that, he went into the bathroom with a gloomy face to wash up. Ignoring Mu Qing'an's bewildered look, he came out in a changed set of clothes.

"What are you still standing there for? Go wash up and pack your things. I'll take you to the airport!"