Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

"Get in the car, we can't stay here for too long." Song Liangjie urged.

Jian Zhinian glanced at his phone and saw that the person who said there was no rush had just sent him another message urging him to hurry up.

Seeing that Song Liangjie looked frank, he couldn't refuse anymore, so he opened the car door and got in.

"sorry to bother you."

Jian Zhinian fastened his seat belt. The heater in the car instantly warmed his stiff body and blurred his glass lenses.

He instinctively took off his glasses and his vision suddenly became blurred.

Song Liangjie slid the car out onto the main road, handed the tissue in the car to Jian Zhinian, and said, "Wipe your face. Did you get too wet?"

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes mainly focused on driving. Suddenly, his pupils trembled, and he turned his head for a moment, his Adam's apple moving.

Song Liangjie hurriedly looked away. It was the first time he saw Jian Zhinian's face without his glasses. The bright red mole at the corner of his eye suddenly caught his eyes and went straight into his heart.

Just like a red brush with ink hanging down, a drop of cinnabar falls directly into the lake of the heart, creating ripples.

His hands on the steering wheel tightened involuntarily. He controlled his voice and spoke calmly, "Where do you live? I'll set up a navigation system."

Jian Zhinian gave an address and thanked him again: "Thank you for your trouble."

"We are all friends, no need to be so polite."

Song Liangjie was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Jian Zhinian to live in the city center. He asked tentatively, "I heard from Jiu Shuai before that you have been working at K University. Are you coming to S City to develop now?"

Jian Zhinian wiped the water off his face, wiped off the mist on his glasses, put them on again, and was confused for a moment: "Let's stay in S City temporarily. I don't know what will happen in the future."

There was no words for a moment. Song Liangjie looked at the people around him imperceptibly. His face was a little pale, his brows were uncomfortably furrowed, and there was a hint of melancholy in his cold temperament. He didn't look very happy.

Song Liangjie wanted to say something to break the silence, but he didn't dare to speak rashly.

He changed to a soothing piece of music, suitable for a rainy day.

Jian Zhinian's impetuous heart gradually calmed down. He was surprised at Song Liangjie's sensitivity and thoughtfulness. When he was close to the destination, he sincerely said, "Thank you."

Not just because it was a gift to him, but also because he was quiet and didn't reveal his loneliness.

The car was parked at the entrance of the community, like a gentle and polite gentleman, politely not trying too much. The rain outside the car had not stopped yet, and it was even heavier.

"I have an umbrella." Song Liangjie handed it over.

Jian Zhinian wanted to refuse, but Song Liangjie reported a number first.

"Here's my phone number. Use the umbrella first and return it to me in two days."

"Ok."

Jian Zhinian opened the car door, opened the umbrella, and said thank you again.

Song Liangjie saw people hurriedly enter the community and disappear from his sight, then he slowly left...

Jian Zhinian trotted into the house, found the document that Mu Qingyuan wanted in the study, and walked out of the community again with an umbrella.

This time he made an appointment for an express train in advance.

Five minutes later, the vehicle arrived, he got in and went directly to Mu's.

On the way, he sent a message to Mu Qingyuan, saying that he would be there soon.

Mu Qingyuan stood at the entrance of Mu Building, holding an umbrella, waiting for Jian Zhinian.

A familiar person got out of a taxi and he went to greet him. Unexpectedly, Jian Zhinian opened an unfamiliar umbrella and there was no need for him to take it.

Jian Zhinian saw Mu Qingyuan as soon as he got off the car. He was stunned for a moment and then handed the documents in his hand to him.

"The documents have been delivered. I'm leaving now."

The next moment, someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the building.

"Where are you going? Come with me!"

Mu Qingyuan forcefully led the man into the elevator, forced him to a corner, and asked in a deep voice: "Haojing Zhenyuan, who gave you the umbrella?"

People who live in this place are either rich or noble.

Jian Zhinian went out in the morning. Did he really go to meet Luo Jiushuai?

"What are you talking about?" He didn't understand at all.

Mu Qingyuan pointed at the umbrella in his hand, on which were printed the words 'Haojing Zhenyuan'.

Only then did Jian Zhinian realize that what he had been holding in his hand was the umbrella that Song Liangjie had lent him.

"I borrowed this from a friend. This umbrella is obviously a gift from the property management. President Mu, are you even concerned about this?"

No wonder Song Liangjie gave a phone number and asked him to send the umbrella over. He was puzzled at the time, because the address was already on the umbrella.

Mu Qingyuan's deep eyes flashed, and without further questioning, he led the person into the office.

"Stay aside and do whatever you want."

"Also, if I hear you call me 'Mr. Mu' again in private, I don't mind teaching you how to call me that!"

Jian Zhinian sat on the small sofa next to him and asked, "Besides threatening me, what else can you do?"

"I'm sleepy and want to sleep. I want to go back."

Jian Zhinian was indeed a little tired. His stomach had been aching since morning till now. The pain was not sharp, but frequent and extremely draining.

He didn't dare to show it in front of Luo Jiushuai. When he came out of the Tianmu Shopping Mall, he could hardly hold on when the cold wind blew.

When he got home, he took a painkiller and now feels better, but sleepy.

Mu Qingyuan turned his head and glanced at Jian Zhinian's face. There was a dark circle under his eyes, which was indeed not good.

I remember that this guy was hungover last night, got up early, and ran around everywhere.

Mu Qingyuan walked around the desk, took his hand, and said, "There is a lounge inside. You can sleep for a while. I have some things to deal with."

Jian Zhinian's eyelids were almost drooping, so he didn't refuse.

Mu Qingyuan's lounge is not big, but it has everything. Its layout is like a small hotel bedroom, but it is more cozy than a hotel and it also has a bathroom and toilet.

Mu Qingyuan turned on the heater inside and the lounge soon became warm. He found a pair of slippers and squatted down to help him change into them.

"Be good, go to sleep if you're tired. I'm going out first."

Mu Qingyuan left and closed the door considerately.

Jian Zhinian took off his coat and fell asleep. The room was filled with Mu Qingyuan's scent, which was even stronger under the quilt.

He was so sleepy that he slept very soundly.

He even had a beautiful dream, in which he caught up with Mu Qingyuan.

Mu Qingyuan's eyes were full of tenderness when he looked at him, unlike now, when he was so distant, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and his moods were hard to please...

Mu Qingyuan thought that it was the weekend and he could quietly deal with many things in the company, but he didn't expect that someone would not give him a moment of peace.

The office door was rudely pushed open, and Mu Jisheng walked in openly and swaggeringly.

"Oh, nephew, you are so busy. You have to work hard to make money for the Mu family on Sundays."

Mu Qingyuan raised his head with an indifferent expression, stood up and said, "Uncle San, how come you have time to come here today? Uncle San is so talented, you should be the one sitting in this office. It's a pity that Grandpa didn't choose you."

"Tsk, my nephew is sensible, but the old man is blind to fall in love with an unknown illegitimate child." Mu Jisheng sat down by himself and started to make tea.

Mu Qingyuan chuckled and said, "The old man is old and inevitably confused. It's just a good thing for me, a foreign son. If Third Uncle is not satisfied, just go to the old man and make trouble."

"Stop making a fuss. It's not worth it for a family to make a fuss over a stranger."

Mu Jisheng drank a sip of Da Hong Pao before looking up at Mu Qingyuan with a raised eyebrow: "Nephew, I heard that you were not doing your job well and went back to the old house a few days ago. How about the blue bricks and granite of the ancestral hall, is it comfortable to kneel on?"