Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

That evening, Mu Qingyuan received a call from Fang Xinbai, who said that he had checked the surveillance footage from the previous and next hours and found that when Jian Zhinian was visiting, he took an elevator step, and some oil had leaked on the step and had not been cleaned. Jian Zhinian accidentally twisted his foot when going up and down the elevator.

"Besides Director Ye, who else was with Consultant Jian at the time?"

"Workshop Director Wang Yuncai."

"Okay, I see."

Mu Qingyuan hung up the phone, his deep eyes flashing with coldness.

Wang Yuncai, the old man’s confidant!

Old man, are you warning him?

In the next few days, Jian Zhinian was ordered by Mu Qingyuan to stay at home and rest obediently. He was doing quite well in captivity.

Mu Qingyuan would prepare breakfast before going out, takeout would be delivered to the door at noon, or he would cook something for himself, and in the evening...

Jian Zhinian discovered that Mu Qingyuan was visibly busier. Ever since he was injured and stayed at home, Mu Qingyuan had never returned home before twelve o'clock.

Are all company presidents so busy and hardworking?

Jian Zhinian's foot actually felt much better the next day, and he could walk a little.

After a few days of rest, as long as you don't do strenuous exercise, there will be no problem.

In fact, it seems that there is no harm in doing some strenuous exercise... After all, it's not like I haven't done it before...

Jian Zhinian fiddled with the food in the bowl. It was so lonely to eat alone.

When he was in school, he actually kept to himself, ate alone, and slept alone.

However, when he ate alone, there were thousands of students in the cafeteria, and occasionally colleagues or students would share the table with him.

When I sleep alone in a dormitory with only one pillow on a single bed, I don’t feel lonely at all.

Because there are no thoughts and no worries.

Now he was alone, and the huge dining table was deserted and cold. Every time he looked up, there was no one sitting opposite him.

There was an empty pillow beside the huge double bed...

Jian Zhinian admitted that he was not used to it.

Even when he is at home, he is not free.

Li Yuanwu sent him his doctoral dissertation. He read it carefully page by page, marked the parts that needed revision, and then sent it back.

He was following up remotely on the progress of the project and the arrangements of the laboratory, and even on the re-examination questions for graduate student admissions next month, etc. He did not neglect any of his work.

However, no matter how busy he is, he still feels a little lonely once he has free time.

So, late at night, he couldn't help but send a message to Mu Qingyuan -

Will you be back early tonight?

Compared with the lively and exciting first floor and the dim and ambiguous second floor, the third floor of His Majesty's Bar is the private area of ​​the bar owner. Although it is not quiet, it is quiet and elegant enough.

Mu Qingyuan held a wine glass in his hand, and there was a hint of drunkenness in his eyes.

The woman opposite was wearing a simple light green silk shirt, which was elegant and classical, and did not match the dim and noisy bar at all.

But she is actually the owner of this bar. Not only this one, but half of the clubs and bars in the entire S city are more or less related to her.

The woman curled the corners of her lips. Even in the cold winter, she habitually fanned herself with a round fan, looking lazy and elegant.

"Boss Mu, have you thought about it and are you really ready to take action?"

"Well, no more waiting."

"Heh~, I thought President Mu's job as a puppet president was quite comfortable and he was not in a hurry to close the net."

Mu Qingyuan's expression was tense, perhaps because he was a little drunk, so he revealed some of his true intentions and said, "Boss Xiao, I have my concerns..."

The woman called 'Boss Xiao' sneered and said, "You are too kind. As long as the Mu family is in your hands, you are the head of the Mu family. It's up to you to decide what to do. What are you worried about?"

Mu Qingyuan frowned and said with disgust: "I don't want to be in the Mu family, and I don't want to enter the Mu family either!"

The woman waved her fan, shrugged, and said, "Yeah, nothing special. So how did you figure it out now? Is it because of the person that was protected in the surveillance last time?"

Mu Qingyuan pursed his lips and said nothing.

The woman became more interested and said, "I've known you for so many years, but I've never seen you hit anyone yourself. Who was that person? Your first love? Your white moonlight?"

"none of your business!"

Mu Qingyuan finished the wine in his glass and was about to get up when the phone in his pocket vibrated. He took it out and took a look. There was a familiar profile picture and a few simple words on it.

Mu Qingyuan's expression relaxed and softened a bit.

The woman was watching in amazement and suddenly asked, "I heard that you have established contact with the Xue family in City B?"

Mu Qingyuan nodded and did not deny it.

The woman raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "The Xue family has a deep background, is involved in politics and business, and is considered a top family in Beijing. How did you get to know them?"

Mu Qingyuan played with the goblet in his hand and said mysteriously, "I met Xue Wenshao, the youngest grandson of the Xue family, by chance. He just came back from abroad in the middle of the year and took over some of the family's businesses. He was planning to expand the market in S City."

"Xue...Wen Shao..."

There is such a person in the Xue family? How come she doesn't know!

When the woman heard the name, she murmured it again with a dazed look in her eyes.

"If there is a chance, I would like to get to know you..."

Mu Qingyuan paused as he was about to leave, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's rare that there is someone Boss Xiao is interested in meeting. Why, an old friend?"

"do not know……"

The woman shook her head, twirled the round fan in her hand, and leaned softly against the chaise longue with her lazy body.

Everyone who knows her knows that this is a way to drive away guests.

When Mu Qingyuan saw the message, he wanted to leave, so he said goodbye and strode away,...

The moment I pushed the door open, there was a chaotic noise in the room, and then someone in gray-blue plaid cotton pajamas ran out with sleepy eyes.

"You're back?"

Her voice was filled with undisguised joy, her phoenix eyes without the glasses were sparkling, and even the red mole at the corner of her eye seemed more vivid, revealing an unconscious charm.

Mu Qingyuan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Go put on your shoes!"

"okay!"

Jian Zhinian hurried back to the house to put on his shoes and came back to the living room. After smelling the strong smell of alcohol on Mu Qingyuan, he became a little worried.

"Drinking again?"

These days, Mu Qingyuan came back drunk almost every day.

"Don't mind your business. Is your foot healed?"

Mu Qingyuan saw that his legs were flexible and he did not seem to have any discomfort even when jogging.

Jian Zhinian made a cup of warm honey water and handed it to Mu Qingyuan, and couldn't help but persuade him: "You should drink less alcohol."

Mu Qingyuan drank two sips and said nothing. He frowned and asked, "It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

A few days ago, he came back so late that Jian Zhinian fell asleep.

"Want to wait for you."

Jian Zhinian admitted that he hadn't seen Mu Qingyuan properly for several days. Although they lived together, the time they actually met was only a dozen minutes in the morning.

The three words caught him off guard, his feelings were straightforward and turbulent. Mu Qingyuan subconsciously avoided those phoenix eyes and responded lightly.

"Go to bed early." Then he got up and took a shower.

It's impossible to go to bed early.

The moment Mu Qingyuan finished his shower and hugged her in his arms, he felt a little embarrassed...

After a busy few days, he had to admit that he missed Jian Zhinian a little.

Between lovers, the most primitive way to relieve longing for each other is to hug, a hug without any obstacles.

After the reunion, it was the first time since Jian Zhinian that he and Mu Qingyuan lay in the same bed again. Compared to his tough words, Mu Qingyuan's body was more honest.

The person next to me has been snuggling in the quilt for a long time. The entire quilt is filled with Jian Zhinian's scent, warm and quiet.

Mu Qingyuan couldn't help but turn over and half pressed on Jian Zhinian. He pinched Jian Zhinian's chin, and his deep eyes were surging.

"Is your leg healed?"