Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Jian Zhinian instinctively shrank at the sudden anger and the sharp pain on his face, but before he could dodge, his body was lifted up.

The intense pain in his stomach made him groan involuntarily. It was a familiar voice. He realized belatedly that the man in front of him was Mu Qingyuan.

what did he say?

Jian Zhinian's mind was a little confused. Before he could ask, he was dragged out of the elevator. He staggered after him. The electronic beeping of the room card rang out, the lights were blinding, and he was thrown onto the bed with great force.

Then his tall body covered him, an aggression filled him, and a rough kiss followed, as if to devour him.

Jian Zhinian struggled hard. He was drunk and his stomach was churning. He retched and used all his strength to push the man away. He stumbled into the bathroom, lay on the toilet, and vomited all over the place.

On the other side of the wall, the sound of the toilet flushing could be heard.

Mu Qingyuan sat on the edge of the bed and gradually calmed down.

He must be crazy to follow Jian Zhinian into the elevator, into the room, and even forcefully kiss him...

After many years of separation, Jian Zhinian still easily influenced him.

Mu Qingyuan closed his eyes, hiding the depth in his eyes.

Jian Zhinian looked at the bright red blood in the filth in a daze, as if he didn't know what day it was. He wiped the corner of his mouth and pressed the flush button.

He knelt in the bathroom, touched his lips, and recalled Mu Qingyuan's humiliation and kiss just now, feeling a little confused.

"How long are you going to stay in there?"

At the bathroom door, Mu Qingyuan looked down at the embarrassed Jian Zhinian.

Jian Zhinian stood up with the help of the wall. After vomiting, the smell of alcohol dissipated a little, but his consciousness was still a little unclear. He pounced on Mu Qingyuan with disorderly steps.

The man didn't even dodge. He felt suffocated in the warm chest, with soreness in his eyes.

"Xingchen, I miss you so much. I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you're finally back..."

Mu Qingyuan felt his chest wet and hot, but his heart was still cold. He was no longer young and ignorant, and would not be fooled by Jian Zhinian again.

Just as he was about to push away, the person in front of him suddenly went limp and fell to the ground.

Mu Qingyuan looked at the person at his feet who was hunched over, holding his stomach and groaning softly, and did not move for a long time.

He tilted his head back, the spotlight above was blinding, but his eyes did not flicker at all.

After a long time, he took a step and walked out of the room.

Jian Zhinian doesn't deserve his sympathy.

The door closed and the person on the ground did not move.

I don't know how long it had been before the electronic beeping sound of the room card approaching rang out again. Mu Qingyuan walked into the room with a bag in his hand. The moment he walked into the room, the figure on the bathroom floor at the door was gone, and his heart suddenly felt empty.

Sure enough, they were all pretending.

He irritably loosened his tie, unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, instinctively took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a few deep puffs.

The smoke is thick and it is impossible to cut it off or sort it out.

"Cough cough..."

The weak cough in the room instantly pulled Mu Qingyuan back to the real world from the cloud of smoke.

He actually stood at the door, not daring to take a few steps forward, so he didn't see Jian Zhinian who had climbed back into bed at some point.

Mu Qingyuan walked a few steps closer. On the snow-white quilt, Jian Zhinian was lying there with his clothes still on. The strands of hair on his forehead were soaked and stuck to his forehead.

His face was pale, with a strange blush, and it was hard to tell whether it was from alcohol or something else...

He is such an adult, but he can't take care of himself at all.

Mu Qingyuan couldn't help but light another cigarette.

The person on the bed coughed softly, as if his stomach was upset, and his brows furrowed even deeper in his coma.

Mu Qingyuan put out his cigarette irritably, boiled a pot of water, opened the stomach medicine and hangover and liver protection medicine he had just bought from the pharmacy, lifted the back of his neck, and fed them into his mouth.

Jian Zhinian, who was in a coma, was as docile as ever.

After that, Mu Qingyuan wiped Jian Zhinian's face, hands and feet without much effort, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed.

Drunk people, have a good night's sleep.

Mu Qingyuan sat by the window and did not sleep all night.

If it wasn't him who entered the room tonight, would Jian Zhinian be able to sleep so peacefully?

Mu Qingyuan thought masochistically, how many nights like this had Jian Zhinian had over the years?

His fingers twitched and he wanted to smoke, but he held back again and again.

The moon sets and the sun rises. Bright light shines into the room. Mu Qingyuan stands in front of the window. He did not close the curtains all night. He watched the light outside the window change from dark to bright...

When Jian Zhinian woke up, perhaps because of the medicine he took last night, his body did not suffer from a hangover.

The moment he sat up, he saw a familiar figure and was startled.

"Mu...Qingyuan, why are you here?"

Mu Qingyuan turned around, pondered all night, and spoke in a hoarse and dry voice: "I'll give you ten minutes, go wash up."

Jian Zhinian looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and got up to wash up. In just a few minutes, he thought of countless possibilities...

He felt some hope in his heart again. As far as he could remember, it seemed that Mu Qingyuan was the one who sent him back to his room.

Mu Qingyuan humiliated me in the elevator and kissed me in the room...

He remembered that he couldn't help but hug him, and then Mu Qingyuan stayed in the room without leaving?

Mu Qingyuan, are you willing to listen to his explanation?

Jian Zhinian calmed down and walked out of the bathroom. He hesitated about how to address him...

Mu Qingyuan spoke first——

"I can inject capital into Xinyuan Industry. Jian Zhinian, be my lover in exchange for your body!"

He thought about it for a whole night. Since he couldn't let go, he would just keep her by his side. In this world, many things are much simpler when it comes to interests than feelings.

Jian Zhinian felt that he had been drunk all night and the world had changed so much.

The person I have been waiting for for years is right in front of me, and it is a huge joke to open my mouth.

Jian Zhinian laughed out of anger and said, "Boss Mu, I have been sorry for you and have been waiting for you, but why do you think that I did it for your money..."

Jian Zhinian's breathing was rapid, his upbringing prevented him from saying such embarrassing words.

Mu Qingyuan snorted coldly. Jian Zhinian was indeed still the upright and proud scholar that he had always been!

It’s a pity that things are different now.

Mu Qingyuan threw the room card in his hand at Jian Zhinian again.

"Jian Zhinian, why are you pretending to be so noble? Jian Zhongxing took great pains to send this to me. You are a whore and you still want to pretend to be a saint. I haven't seen you for a few years. You nerd have also learned the trick of playing hard to get!"

With familiar movements, Jian Zhinian picked up the card on the ground blankly. Is this the room card that Jian Zhongxing gave him?

Whose is that one stuck on the door?

Two...

After figuring it out, Jian Zhinian's face changed drastically, turning as pale as snow.

Simple China line!

How dare you betray him like this!

Jian Zhinian took a tight breath and explained, "Mr. Mu misunderstood. Jian Zhongxing's behavior has nothing to do with me."

Mu Qingyuan's smile turned even colder. He stared at the person in front of him tightly and said, "So what Teacher Jian said last night about missing me and waiting for me was all my misunderstanding?"