Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

On the subway on his way home after the interview, Jian Zhinian received an offer notification asking him when he could start work.

Jian Zhinian replied: "Anytime."

The other party actually asked him to go to work directly at nine o'clock tomorrow.

Jian Zhinian thought about it and agreed since he had nothing to do at home anyway.

That night, Mu Qingyuan didn't return until nearly twelve o'clock. He was brought back by his driver Liu Chang.

Liu Chang started driving for Mu Qingyuan three years ago. He was kept because he was honest and didn't talk much. Due to social events, he often drove Mr. Mu home and habitually used Mu Qingyuan's fingerprint to open the door.

The moment he opened the door and saw a young man in light blue plaid pajamas standing at the door, he instinctively took a step back and looked at the house number above his head.

That's right.

And the door lock was just opened with President Mu’s fingerprint.

"Thank you, Mr. Mu, leave it to me."

The drunk man on his shoulder was helped away, the heavy burden disappeared, and the door closed again. Liu Chang came back to his senses, scratched the back of his head, turned around and went back with a puzzled look on his face.

There must be relatives and friends coming to Mr. Mu’s house.

Liu Chang didn't think much about it and went home to hug his wife.

Jian Zhinian half-carried and half-supported Mu Qingyuan to the bed, took off his shoes and socks, changed him into pajamas, filled some hot water, and wiped him clean briefly.

She went to the kitchen to make a cup of honey water and coaxed the child to drink it.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and broke out in a sweat.

When he returned to bed, he turned off the lights and only left a small night light on at the head of his bed so that he could take care of Mu Qingyuan if he felt unwell at night.

The drunk Mu Qingyuan was very quiet, with a frown on his face and a stiff expression, still not relaxing.

Jian Zhinian sighed, raised his hand to smooth his brows, and coaxed him softly: "Be good, relax and have a good sleep."

The quiet Mu Qingyuan seemed to hear his comfort, sniffed his scent, turned over and hugged him, then buried his face in Jian Zhinian's neck, rubbed it, and murmured...

"Zhizhi..."

Jian Zhinian heard it.

He kissed the side of his face and whispered in his ear, "I'm here, always."

The people around me gradually calmed down and fell asleep.

Jian Zhinian's eyes were red. His stars were always there, but they were covered by a cold appearance and not revealed to him...

The next day, Jian Zhinian got up early as usual and made soup.

Mu Qingyuan had a hangover and didn’t wake up until after eight o’clock.

After washing up, he went out and smelled a familiar fragrance, but there was no sign of Jian Zhinian.

He frowned instinctively. Where did it go?

Still in his pajamas, he walked over to the dining table, which had a few sticky notes on it.

——Today’s soup is bamboo fungus and scallop chicken soup. Help yourself.

——I have something to do and have to go out early. I have a surprise today.

surprise?

What surprises could there be? Unfortunately...

Mu Qingyuan drank the soup, and soon Liu Chang was waiting downstairs.

Mr. Mu summoned him and he had to go back to H City today.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingyuan's eyes gradually turned cold. Along the way, he sat in the back seat with his eyes closed. Liu Chang drove very steadily, but his brows never relaxed.

At half past ten, Mu Qingyuan appeared alone in the Mu family's old house.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

At this time, like most of the time when he came, Mr. Mu was practicing Tai Chi.

His bright eyes were half closed at the moment, concentrating on practicing martial arts, and he responded calmly.

“Has the stock price stabilized?”

"A slight increase, Grandpa."

"Very good, go ahead, I've booked a flight for you back home tonight."

Mu Qingyuan looked cold and said, "Okay, thank you, Grandpa."

He bowed and retreated, then walked through the inner hall and headed back. Deep inside the old house was the Mu family's ancestral hall...

Today was Jian Zhinian's first day at work. After completing all the formalities, he entered the general manager's office, fully expecting to give Mu Qingyuan a surprise.

Unexpectedly, the news we got was that President Mu was on a business trip today.

On a business trip...

Jian Zhinian felt inexplicably lost and whispered, "I wonder why you're coming back?"

Fang Xinbai happened to pass by and heard it. He couldn't help but turn around to take another look at the technical assistant who had just arrived at the post today.

Jian Zhinian, he remembered hearing this name, but he didn't expect to meet the real person so soon.

It turns out that he wasn't here to see Mr. Mu, but to have an interview...

Looking at this look, it's another person named Mu Mu. Is Xiang Tongyu blind? Pushing such a person in?

During the interview, it was almost time to get off work, and Mr. Mu had a social event that required him to accompany him, so he hurriedly asked about some professional knowledge and felt that this person was well-spoken and had a gentle temperament...

I didn't expect that he was coming for President Mu.

I really misjudged it!

As the chief secretary, Fang Xinbai doesn't like such people.

But it was the person's first day at work and Mr. Mu was not there, so he couldn't just fire him.

It happened that everyone in the general manager's office was out at this time. Fang Xinbai felt that he needed to warn the newcomer. Just as he was about to speak, he saw an acquaintance walk in in a dashing manner.

"Boss Jiang, Boss Mu is on a business trip today."

Although Jiang Shaoqing is the director, he has a very good relationship with President Mu in private, so Fang Xinbai naturally took the initiative to say hello.

"It's okay, I won't look for him." Jiang Shaoqing said, and found a seat to sit down.

Fang Xinbai was stunned. Could it be that Mr. Jiang was looking for him?

"Boss Jiang, if you have anything, just call me directly."

"Oh, I miss Secretary Fang's cooking. Mr. Mu is not here today, so I came up here specially to get a cup of coffee. I wonder if Secretary Fang has time..."

Although Jiang Shaoqing looked at Fang Xinbai, his eyes glanced at Jian Zhinian beside him inconspicuously.

Fang Xinbai smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, just wait."

After Fang Xinbai left, Jian Zhinian could no longer hide.

Jiang Shaoqing had no intention of letting him hide. He smiled and sat down in front of Jian Zhinian, leaning on his desk.

"Teacher Jane?"

Jian Zhinian was extremely embarrassed and tried to remain calm: "Are you here to make fun of me?"

Jiang Shaoqing laughed ostentatiously and said, "How dare I? I was just thinking, from now on, when you and Mr. Mu walk together, how should I address you?"

Jian Zhinian didn't expect him to be thinking about this, but it didn't matter to him.

"what ever."

Jiang Shaoqing thought seriously: "The teacher won't call you, Brother Jian?"

"can."

"No, you're young and look younger than me. I can't yell at you!"

“There’s not much difference in our ages, so just call each other by our names,” Jian Zhinian suggested.

Jiang Shaoqing rolled his eyes and tried the taste: "Zhi Nian?"

"can."

Jiang Shaoqing was stunned for an inexplicable moment, and suddenly thought, if he called out like that, would Mu Qingyuan beat him?

He remembered that Mu Xingchen always asked them to address him as "Teacher Jian".

Everyone had seen it, so Jiang Shaoqing sat up straight, stopped joking, and started talking about business.

"I'm sorry that what I said to you that day might have been a bit harsh. I didn't expect you to come to S City alone."

Jian Zhinian didn't care and said, "It has nothing to do with you. I will come sooner or later."

Seeing that he was serious, Jiang Shaoqing said seriously, "He is not on a business trip today, he is back to his old house in H City..."

"Why is he going back to the old house?" Jian Zhinian asked puzzledly.

"Maybe it's to report work, I don't know. Every time there is a problem in the company, he has to go back to the old house after solving it. It doesn't feel like a good thing."

"Every time he comes back from the old house, he's in a very bad mood for a few days. When he comes back, you take care of him a little bit."