Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Luo Jiushuai was immediately silent. Damn, he only had one day off a week. It was not easy for President Huo to fly thousands of miles to come to him. What else could he do in the middle of the night? He was so angry that he kicked the person next to him.

This bastard got straight to the point as soon as he entered the room. Not only did he toss and turn in the bathroom for a long time, he couldn't stop even when he returned to the bed. He just didn't want him to answer the phone!

He originally wanted to reply to a message, but this bastard had such evil intentions that his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even reply!

He also threatened him that if he had the ability, he could take the job, and he didn’t mind live broadcast!

Holy shit live broadcast.

"Hey, don't talk about me, talk about yourself. How did Mu Qingyuan bully you?"

Jian Zhinian was silent. He was drunk, but his mind was still very clear.

He knows very well what he can say and what he cannot say.

But even if he knew, there were some things he couldn't help but talk about...

"Jiu Shuai...you and Huo Cheng...he is wearing a T-shirt, right??"

"Damn it! Jian Zhinian, you are so bold because of the alcohol that you are gossiping about this... That's not right, don't people with the surname Mu wear... Then have you taken any medicine!!!"

Luo Jiushuai's voice in the last sentence was loud enough to blow the roof off the room, and it successfully made the man next to him slap him on the back of his head.

Jian Zhinian's scarred heart became even more broken in an instant.

Why, is Jian Zhinian not worthy of his cherishment? He remembered the extremely insulting medical examination form before the sponsorship contract. He was too stupid to think that they had feelings for each other.

The warmth and affection of the past is gone, and all that's left between him and Mu Qingyuan is playing around?

Jian Zhinian felt so heartbroken that he felt like he was suffocating.

Even the numbness of alcohol was of no use.

He hung up the phone.

What did Mu Qing'an say, is there wine in the wine cabinet?

He staggered over and when he saw the rows of wine, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. There were indeed a lot of them. He opened a bottle and poured it into his mouth.

"Cough cough..."

Very spicy and unpalatable!

Throw it away!

Changed another bottle.

None of them taste good!

Jian Zhinian stopped picking and half-lying on the sofa, his cell phone still ringing. He clicked it and it was Luo Jiushuai again.

"Zhi Nian, Zhi Nian, listen to me, don't be sad, leave now and find me some stomach medicine, and don't drink anymore! Do you hear me?"

Jian Zhinian smiled foolishly.

"I heard it. I heard it all. But I've been so obedient, why doesn't he care about me? Does he not like me anymore?"

"He asked me who I am to him? Why should I... I like him, why should I? I want to know too!"

"Jiu Shuai, if we make a mistake once, will we never be able to catch up again?"

Luo Jiushuai on the opposite side was so anxious that his eyes were blazing with anger and he said a lot, but Jian Zhinian was drunk. He was so drunk that he only knew how to vent his anger and resentment in his heart. He was so drunk that he had no idea what Luo Jiushuai was saying.

Before he became conscious again, Jian Zhinian stared at Luo Jiushuai infatuatedly, which made Luo Jiushuai's scalp tingle.

He said, "Jiu Shuai, you got married to Huo Cheng last year, so you don't have to feel as aggrieved as I do, with just a sponsorship agreement and no qualifications at all?"

He said: "If we had been together all along, wouldn't we have been a family long ago..."

He is qualified and has the position to take charge of many things.

But now he doesn't have that, he can only be restrained!

Mu Qingyuan would use the sponsorship contract to hurt him from time to time! He was helpless. After all, the company did receive investment from Mu Qingyuan.

He regretted it and he didn't want his money anymore!

With this unwillingness and regret, Jian Zhinian hung up the phone.

A little drunkenness could relieve a thousand worries, but it couldn’t solve his predicament.

Jian Zhinian had a splitting headache, holding a cell phone in his hand, with green mountains and lingering snow in his eyes.

he asks,

——Mu Qingyuan, can we get married and get a marriage certificate?

If they get the marriage certificate and it's not a sponsorship contract, can they be seen in the open and be aboveboard?

Would he be able to confidently answer Mu Qingyuan's questions like "Who are you to me?" and "Why do you..."

Is it Mu Qingyuan? You can’t go on a blind date!

However, he never sent this message.

Jian Zhinian closed his eyes, tears like pearls falling from his eyes...

It was late at night when Mu Qingyuan returned home. When he opened the door, he almost thought he had walked into the wrong place.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, cans were scattered on the floor, and Jian Zhinian was curled up on the sofa.

The moment he saw Jian Zhinian, Mu Qingyuan's pupils trembled slightly. He didn't even have time to put on his slippers and quickly walked to the sofa.

"Zhizhi... Zhizhi... wake up..."

Jian Zhinian held his stomach, almost fainting from the pain.

He hides in his own world, and as long as he doesn't wake up, he can stay in the dream forever.

Mu Qingyuan saw Jian Zhinian reeking of alcohol, with tears still hanging in the corners of his eyes, his face flushed with alcohol, and for some reason, there were layers of sweat on his forehead. He was curled up like an abandoned kitten.

What happened?

"Zhizhi? Wake up."

Mu Qingyuan called a few more times, but the person on the sofa was still frowning and sleeping.

Helplessly, Mu Qingyuan could only carry the person into the bedroom and gently place him on the bed.

Perhaps it was because his arms were too warm. When he put her into the bed, Jian Zhinian instinctively shrank back and hooked his arms around his neck, unwilling to leave his arms.

Mu Qingyuan half-laid the person on the bed and raised his hand to pull Jian Zhinian's arm.

Jian Zhinian opened his eyes dazedly, his eyes blurred and he blinked, saying dimly: "Xingchen..."

Mu Qingyuan's breathing stagnated and he looked deeply at the person in front of him.

"Xingchen, don't leave me, okay?...I won't be late again..."

Only at this moment did Mu Qingyuan lose his coldness, his eyes filled with tenderness, and he said, "I will never abandon you. I will never abandon you."

Jian Zhinian seemed vaguely comforted. He let go of Mu Qingyuan's neck and stroked his eyebrows and cheeks with his palm.

"Xingchen, don't go on a blind date... You have me, you already have me, and you also have Nian Nian..."

Jian Zhinian closed his eyelids again, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes again.

Mu Qingyuan's heart was broken.

Jian Zhinian, how did you know where he went tonight?

Mu Qingan, have you been in here?

A surge of coldness emerged in Mu Qingyuan's deep eyes.

He put the person on the bed, cleaned him carefully, then quietly closed the door and cleaned up the mess in the room.

There were beer cans and even two bottles of aged liquor scattered all over the floor. Mu Qingyuan cleaned them up one by one. After cleaning, his eyes fell on the hot compress in a plastic bag from the pharmacy on the table. Endless regrets surged in his heart...