Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

The beautiful lady at the front desk receives many visitors every day, but this is the first time she has seen someone like this.

She is so beautiful. When you look closely, your skin is so white that it looks translucent. She has a very scholarly temperament. When she stands there, you feel like she can control the situation.

Such a person would definitely not be ignorant, but he called Mu Qingyuan by his name directly, and his tone was full of unique intimacy.

To be honest, he added 'Mr. Mu' after his name, which made it a bit distant.

And he confidently said "I don't have an appointment".

"Sir, what's your name? Mr. Mu is very busy today. If you don't have an appointment, I'm afraid..."

Jian Zhinian had thought about all this before he came, and said calmly, "My name is Jian Zhinian. He's busy with his work, and I'm waiting here for him to get off work."

The two beauties at the front desk looked at each other and said tactfully, "Mr. Jian, why don't you give Mr. Mu a call?"

"No, I'll sit a little further away. I won't cause any trouble for you."

Jian Zhinian found a secluded teahouse in the lobby on the first floor, sat down, took out an academic journal from his bag, and began to read quietly.

The two beauties at the front desk were stunned.

Where did this academic giant with such divine looks come from? He is actually reading "Nature".

How can you be calm in this most bustling and noisy corner of the city?

"Should we call the General Manager's Office? What if we really know Mr. Mu..."

"I remember he said his name was 'Jian Zhinian'. Which characters were they?"

"Never mind. It's just a phone call. The details will be handed over to the General Manager's Office..."

At the same time, Mu Qingyuan held meetings one after another. He spent a full three days using practical action plans to calm down major shareholders and stabilize the stock price.

At ten o'clock late in the evening, he finally got away from his busy work. He leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling with a somewhat unfocused look in his eyes.

There were three gentle knocks on the door. He sat up straight, his expression returning to his usual stern self.

"Come in."

Fang Xinbai brought in a cup of coffee, placed it on his right hand side, and said softly, "Boss Mu, today's work arrangements have been carried out. You have been working non-stop for several days. Go back and rest early."

"Well, you can go off work first, I still have some things to take care of."

Mu Qingyuan took a sip of the bitter coffee and cheered himself up.

Fang Xinbai sighed in his heart. He had been working non-stop with President Mu for three days and was a little exhausted.

Every time after he gets off work, President Mu is still in the company, almost never sleeping. No matter how high the position is, it is not easy.

Fang Xinbai was about to go home and rest early. He just turned around, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said, "Mr. Mu, the front desk said that someone named Jian Zhinian wanted to see you this afternoon. Do you know him?"

"Jian Zhinian?"

Mu Qingyuan was stunned and opened WeChat casually. He remembered that Jian Zhinian had sent him a message, but he was too busy. After just a glance, he couldn't remember the content.

The WeChat message was still from yesterday afternoon, asking him if he had finished get off work and if he could come home later. It felt like a travel report.

Finally, Mu Qingyuan's gaze rested on the back of the hand with blue and white veins.

I got sick?

Yes, that night he was really...

You are sick, why do you come to S City?

Mu Qingyuan rubbed his brows and asked, "Has the person left?"

Fang Xinbai was in a dilemma: "When the front desk clerk got off work, he said he was still waiting. At this time... maybe he has left."

Mu Qingyuan looked indifferent and said, "It's okay, you can go off work."

After Fang Xinbai left, Mu Qingyuan smoked a cigarette in the office, but couldn't sit still any longer, so he put on his coat, turned off the computer, and went downstairs.

Instead of going down to the garage directly, he took the elevator to the first floor.

The lights on the first floor have been turned off. It's past ten o'clock in S City, and the street lights are bright. The transparent glass-structured building is not dark, and mottled light shines in.

Empty.

Mu Qingyuan sneered at himself and turned to leave.

"Qing Yuan..."

A familiar voice, like the evening breeze in the valley.

Mu Qingyuan turned around and saw Jian Zhinian standing up in a corner of the lobby and running towards him hastily.

Perhaps because he had been sitting for too long, his legs and feet felt numb. He could not walk fast at first, but then he started to jog.

"Qing Yuan..."

He cried out again and threw himself into his arms.

The clear eyes are more charming than the midnight fairy.

"Jian Zhinian..." Why are you here? He controlled his voice.

Although the person in his arms was wrapped in a light military green down jacket and an off-white scarf, he was actually very cold. The heating on the first floor was turned off after get off work, and he had actually been waiting here alone for so long.

"Qingyuan, I'm coming after you."

He tilted his head back, and all he could see was his own reflection.

Mu Qingyuan closed his eyes and said calmly, "Are you well?"

"Okay, did you see the message I sent you?"

Mu Qingyuan was silent, turned around and walked towards the elevator, his heart was more confused than ever. Jian Zhinian's arrival had disturbed his mind and his plans.

Jian Zhinian followed behind, not daring to break the silence.

"Have you booked a hotel?" Mu Qingyuan asked after getting in the car.

Jian Zhinian said: "No, I live with you."

Mu Qingyuan objected instinctively and said, "No."

"Why? Aren't you supporting me? You also said you would arrange a 24-hour personal assistant position for me?" Jian Zhinian calmly said the words that he originally thought he would not say.

Mu Qingyuan turned his head to glance at him, something was wrong with Jian Zhinian!

"You also know that it's a sponsorship contract, an underground transaction that can't be seen in the light." Mu Qingyuan didn't want to say this, but he had to say it now.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Jian Zhinian still felt sad after hearing it.

He forced a smile and said, "If you are worried about this, I will pay more attention and won't let others find out."

"I'm alone in S City and I don't know anyone here. Since you're my financial sponsor, you have to take the basic responsibility of feeding me..."

"Jian Zhinian, do you still have any shame?"

In order to stay by his side, Jian Zhinian gave in to the point where he barely recognized her.

Mu Qingyuan's face darkened. He was so angry that his breathing became rapid and he couldn't help but scold.

Jian Zhinian bit his lip and turned to look out the window. Even in the middle of the night, S City was still ablaze with neon lights, as if the people here didn't know day or night.

He raised his head slightly and said softly: "Mu Qingyuan, don't always push me away... I am really stupid..."

He was sensitive about his reputation, arrogant, and not good at chasing people. He was afraid that he would not be able to catch up and would be left behind.

Mu Qingyuan had a cold face and didn't say anything else in the end.

The car finally stopped in the basement of a residential area and Mu Qingyuan got out.

Jian Zhinian followed, step by step.

The moment he entered the door, Jian Zhinian smiled secretly. In fact, Mu Qingyuan has always been very soft-hearted.

Mu Qingyuan lives in a large flat, which is very close to the company, about twenty minutes' drive away.

The decoration inside the house is light luxury, black and white and high-grade gray, monotonous and a bit deserted. I don’t know how Mu Qingyuan lives in such a cold home every day.

Jian Zhinian thought that if he was free tomorrow, he should go to the supermarket first.

"Have you had dinner?"

Mu Qingyuan took off his coat. The fully intelligent home control system had already started the heating in the house when he started the car.

"No."

He waited there and didn't dare to leave, for fear that he would miss Mu Qingyuan if he left. Jian Zhinian covered his stomach, as he was a little hungry.

"It's too late today. I ordered takeout. Let's make do with it for now."

"it is good."

The two of them had a simple 'midnight snack' and then it was time to take a bath.

Mu Qingyuan glanced at his backpack and his expression darkened. He didn't even take any clothes with him, so he would probably leave in two days.

That's good, so he doesn't have to be distracted.

"Qingyuan, help me find a set of pajamas..." Jian Zhinian popped his head out of the bathroom with a head full of bubbles and rubbing his eyes.