Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

As soon as Mu Qingyuan went out today, he went straight to His Majesty's Bar. The bar was brightly lit and full of wine and women late at night, and it was enchanting and exciting. During the day, the door was usually closed and it was quiet and deserted.

The door of the bar was ajar. Mu Qingyuan pushed it open, turned in, and sat down on a comfortable sofa. The lights in the bar were not on, and it was dim inside.

The cigarette was burning at Mu Qingyuan's fingertips as he waited for news from Boss Xiao upstairs.

I'm here too early. Sorry to bother you.

At a quarter past eleven, there were soft footsteps on the stairs.

Mu Qingyuan raised his eyes and saw the graceful and elegant woman sitting down in front of him and putting out the cigarette in her hand.

"How is it?" Mu Qingyuan was a little nervous.

Boss Xiao twirled the round fan in his hand, frowned slightly, and said, "It's a small matter. Your parents have already boarded the plane to Country Y. I have contacted a rehabilitation center there. Here is the address."

The woman pushed a piece of paper to him with the detailed address and contact number of the rehabilitation center.

Mu Qingyuan looked at it carefully for a moment, then burned it clean with a lighter.

"Didn't my dad stop me?" he asked.

The woman shook her head, a hint of smile appeared in her dim eyes; "Your father is a sentimental man. He has been with you all these years. When my people passed by, he was not surprised at all and just followed them."

Mu Qingyuan smiled and said, "He's not stupid, he just has no interest in his career."

You say this man has no sense of responsibility, but he can accompany his mother to treatment and rehabilitation sincerely for several years. You say he has a sense of responsibility, but he can't even disobey his family and get a marriage certificate with his mother.

The woman didn't say much, and said, "Now you have no worries, you can give it a try, right?"

Mu Qingyuan thought of Jian Zhinian. The old man had already warned him once that the next time the old man took action, it would not be a simple sprain.

"Well, maybe in the next two days. He probably won't be going out."

Just when the two men let down their guard, the woman's cell phone rang suddenly, sharp and piercing.

Mu Qingyuan's right eye suddenly twitched a few times.

The woman answered the call, and a crack appeared on her calm and gentle face.

"What? No one was picked up at the airport exit? Go find him! Quickly!"

Afterwards, the woman made several phone calls in succession and mobilized people to secretly look for the person.

Mu Qingyuan's expression also changed, and he asked anxiously: "What's going on?"

The woman said in a deep voice: "I don't know yet, I'm checking."

Mu Qingyuan pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, then walked aside and made one call after another. He was trying to find out if there were any other forces besides the old man.

He did this secretly, and there was no sign at all. Even if they found out and told the old man, he wouldn't be able to figure it out for a while...

But when he suddenly didn't get the call, he couldn't help but think wildly and became confused...

After all, she was the mother who gave birth to him and raised him, the mother he felt guilty towards because of his injuries.

He held the phone in his hand, trying not to make the last call...

Seeing Mu Qingyuan's thoughts, the woman couldn't help but dissuade him, saying, "I suggest you wait a little longer. If you call Mr. Mu at this time, you will be confessing yourself."

Mu Qingyuan knew it too.

If he called the old man first, it would be tantamount to admitting that he did it, and the old man could use this as an excuse to say that he had violated his promise!

Then, the old man’s original promise does not need to be kept.

At the same time, it also revealed that his mother had not yet reached a safe area.

But if the old man comes to him, not only can he deny it, he can also turn the tables and ask the old man for the person!

Success or failure depends on just one thought.

Mu Qingyuan clenched his fists, waiting anxiously, smoking one cigarette after another.

The atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Although the woman frowned, as she was not used to the smell of cigarettes, she did not say anything to stop him.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, news finally came from abroad that the person had been safely sent to the sanatorium and the people who were following him had been shaken off.

Mu Qingyuan felt relieved, his fingertips couldn't help trembling. He put out the cigarette in his hand and stood up.

"Thank you for this."

The woman covered her lips with a fan and said, "You're welcome. I'm just cooperating. I'll repay you some favor someday."

When Mu Qingyuan walked out of the bar and sat in the car, he realized that his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

He closed his eyes and calmed down, then opened his phone and took a look at the messages from all parties. Nothing was wrong.

After seeing Jian Zhinian's message on WeChat, countless thoughts flashed through his eyes, which had finally calmed down.

His hands trembled slightly as he dialed the familiar number.

——The number you dialed is powered off. Please call again later.

Mu Qingyuan didn't believe it, so he made more than ten calls, but no one answered.

Just then, another call came in. He forced himself to stay calm, took a deep breath, and answered the call.

"grandfather……"

"Qingyuan, please go back to the old house right now. Grandpa wants to talk to you in person about your parents' marriage and hear your opinion."

"Grandpa, something went wrong at the company. Can we wait a few days?"

"Not in a hurry. A few days ago, I heard An'er say that you seemed to be in love. When will you bring him home for Grandpa to see?"

"Grandpa, I'll call and arrange the company's affairs later. I'll buy a plane ticket and come back right away."

As long as the other party knows his weakness, he will have no choice but to surrender, no matter how simple the threat is.

Mu Qingyuan asked Fang Xinbai to book him the nearest flight to H City. On the way to the airport, he called Jian Zhinian again. After ringing for a long time, the call finally got through.

"Who is it? You are so tactless and disturb my sleep. I will kill you..."

The voice on the other end was hoarse and fierce, as if the person had just woken up from sleep, and yet also as if there was some kind of laziness in it, as if he had just pulled himself away from sleep.

"Where is Jian Zhinian?" Mu Qingyuan's voice was as cold as polar ice and snow.

"Zhi Nian?..."

Luo Jiushuai was so drunk that he was awakened by the lingering ringing of his cell phone. He picked up the phone on the bedside table and slid open it to answer the call.

But the other party actually asked Jian Zhinian, and Jian Zhinian was not at his home...

Wait, it seems that Jian Zhinian brought him home, and he even vomited all over him...

"Zhi Nian seems to be taking a shower. I'll ask him to call you back later. Don't disturb me when I'm sleeping. I'm so tired!"

After giving the warning, Luo Jiushuai threw away his phone, pulled the quilt over himself again, and wrapped himself tightly. When he woke up, he had completely forgotten about the incident.

Mu Qingyuan looked at the hung up phone in his hand, anger rolling in his deep eyes.

Jian Zhinian, how dare he? ?

What he called urgent matters was that she went on a date with another man behind his back and even rolled into bed with him? ?

Mu Qingyuan's eyes were bloodshot. If Jian Zhinian was here at this moment, he would strangle him to death!

With a heart full of anger, Mu Qingyuan boarded the plane.

Jian Zhinian had no idea about this. After taking a shower, he was still busy cooking porridge for Luo Jiushuai...