Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

After Mu Qing left, Jian Zhinian held his forehead and wiped away a layer of cold sweat. His stomach was churning and he felt like vomiting, but he couldn't.

With a pale face, Jian Zhinian propped himself up and went to the bathroom. He scratched his throat and barely spit out a little, then rinsed himself sloppily. When he changed into pajamas, he leaned against the bathroom door frame, feeling a little exhausted.

If he had known that his body was so fragile, he should have stayed in the hospital for a longer period of time.

Jian Zhinian was still in a trance and didn't even know when Mu Qingyuan came in.

"What are you doing there?"

Mu Qingyuan washed off the smell of alcohol and when he entered the room he saw Jian Zhinian’s pale face, half leaning against the bathroom door, lost in thought.

"fine……"

Jian Zhinian took a step forward and felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He couldn't help but bend over and groan.

Seeing him suddenly screaming in pain and squatting, Mu Qingyuan's face changed, and he hurried forward to support him, saying, "What's wrong? Is your stomach hurting?"

The color on Jian Zhinian's face gradually faded and he nodded pitifully.

"Is it serious? I'll go out and buy you some medicine." Mu Qingyuan frowned and went to attend tonight's social events. There was no point in going to a drinking party with a bad stomach.

Jian Zhinian saw Mu Qingyuan was about to leave, so he hurriedly grabbed his hand and said, "It doesn't hurt much anymore. It's too late. Don't go..."

Mu Qingyuan was still worried.

Jian Zhinian said weakly: "Help me to bed first."

Mu Qingyuan directly picked him up and put him on the bed. He couldn't help but ask, "Is the wine good?"

Jian Zhinian raised his head and smiled: "The wine I drink with you is all fine wine."

Mu Qingyuan: ...

Where did this person learn to be bad? !

"I'll buy you medicine!"

Jian Zhinian held on to him and refused to let go: "I just took some medicine, I want to drink some honey water... something sweet and warm, made by you..."

One of them was sitting and the other was standing. Jian Zhinian tilted his head back. From Mu Qingyuan's perspective, his sight could easily pass through his slender white neck and vaguely see the deep red underneath his pajamas.

The minty scent after bathing filled Mu Qingyuan's nostrils. Jian Zhinian's voice was soft and pleading because of his weak breath.

Mu Qingyuan heard his own voice——

"it is good."

His hand was then released, and Jian Zhinian lay down, as if expecting his warm and sweet honey water.

Mu Qingyuan turned to the kitchen, found a glass, adjusted the water temperature, scooped a spoonful of honey, paused for a moment, and added another half spoonful. He stirred with a long spoon, his thoughts drifting a little far away...

It was a morning in midsummer. He was about to return to the dormitory after morning exercise. At around six o'clock, many top students in K University were already running on the campus boulevard with books in their hands. It was an uphill road.

He didn't know Jian Zhinian at that time, and he just wanted to get back to the dormitory as soon as possible and buy a bottle of ice water from the convenience store downstairs.

Suddenly, a large light yellow cup rolled to his feet and almost tripped him. He bent down to pick up the cup and held it in his hand.

I couldn't help but laugh. In such weather, there are still people drinking hot water. He felt it was too hot even when he held it in his hand. And the bottle was so big, almost as big as a 2L mineral water bottle.

He turned around and saw a boy walking in a hurry, bumping into a young man with black-framed glasses and fair skin. There were a few books scattered under the young man's feet...

"I'm sorry, senior. I didn't mean to do that. I'll go pick it up for you..."

"It's okay, I didn't look at the road, I can do it myself, you are in a hurry, so go first..."

The boy seemed to be in a real hurry. He bowed hurriedly, said a few words of apology, and ran away.

The young man adjusted his glasses, picked up the book slowly, and then turned back to look for the fallen cup. When he looked up, he saw the man playing with his big cup and was stunned.

In the morning light, the tall boy is wearing a jersey, with the sun on his back and light behind him, and even his sweat reflects a halo.

"Your water glass."

He laughed, somewhat teasingly.

The young man took it stiffly, his clear voice sounding unusually nice in the morning breeze, and he said, "Thank you."

"Senior, which college are you from and what's your major?" he asked.

The young man shook his head and said only: "No, I'm not a student."

"Hey, Mu Xingchen, what are you hesitating about? Let's go..."

His roommate was urging him, so he had no choice but to wave at the young man and turn away...

Later, when he started pursuing Jian Zhinian, he realized that the cup was transparent, and the light yellow color was warm honey water...

……

Honey water nourishes the stomach.

Mu Qingyuan handed the glass to Jian Zhinian and said, "Don't you feel sick of drinking honey water after so many years?"

I have been drinking it for so many years, but my stomach still hasn’t improved…

Jian Zhinian drank a few sips, and his stomach and mouth felt much better. He smiled and said, "Not greasy, delicious."

In fact, he hasn't drunk honey water for many years.

Before, he made honey water because his mother kept nagging him, and he gradually got used to it. After a while, someone else took over the task of making honey water every morning.

Half a year was enough time for him to discard his good habits.

Later, that person left, and he never soaked in honey water again.

My mouth is really bitter today. I don’t know why I made such a request at that moment. I didn’t expect that Mu Qingyuan’s house really had honey…

Jian Zhinian drank it all without leaving a drop.

That night, Jian Zhinian took advantage of his discomfort and snuggled in Mu Qingyuan's arms, very quiet.

When he woke up the next day, Jian Zhinian saw a glass thermos on the dining table. It had a familiar color. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise up, and his smile must have been very sweet.

"Lao Liu, your car came here yesterday. You will go to work by yourself from now on. Once you have a clear understanding of the company's mass production technology level and R&D direction, don't go..."

"I know. I'll give you my advice later."

"Ah."

After a brief conversation, Mu Qingyuan went to the company first.

Jian Zhinian had flexible working hours, so he was not in a hurry. He made an appointment with Ye Tianlu at 10 a.m. If he went early, he would interfere with other people's normal work.

With this straight line between these two points, Jian Zhinian's life finally had a few days of peace.

Mu Qing was much busier than he had imagined. He went out early and came back late, most of the time coming back late at night or even in the early morning.

Jian Zhinian goes to work every day. The general manager's office is the place closest to Mu Qingyuan. Even if it is not busy, he will sit there.

After Mu Qingyuan beat someone up that night, he was worried and kept an eye on the situation for a few days. When he found that there was no movement, he gradually put his mind at ease.

What Jian Zhinian didn't know was that there is no free lunch in the world, only the exchange of favors and interests.

That day, Jiang Shaoqing suddenly walked into the president's office like a whirlwind with a gloomy face.

"Mr. Mu, the purchasing department said that Ander had suddenly breached the contract for the battery combination that we were going to supply for our new car, saying that the production capacity could not keep up and the supply could not be met. Did you know about this?"

Mu Qingyuan didn't even raise his head and said, "If you can't supply it, then don't supply it. Find another supplier."

Jiang Shaoqing immediately got angry and said angrily: "Boss Mu is so arrogant. The battery is such a core component, and you just replace it. Do you know that this will seriously affect the progress and highlights of our new car launch?"

"The new car will be released in February, and pre-sales will start directly according to the plan. If Ande does not supply us with batteries, how can we install them in the car? How can we mass-produce it?"

"Mu Qingyuan, are you crazy? You beat Zhuang Juye at this time!"

Jiang Shaoqing really couldn't imagine what Zhuang Juye had done to make the usually calm Mu Qingyuan hit someone?

The revenge for your father’s murder or your wife’s theft?