Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

"Mu Qingyuan, are you injured?"

Jian Zhinian grabbed the bath towel with one hand, turned back quickly, and raised his hand to touch the wound on his back.

Mu Qingyuan didn't expect Jian Zhinian to look back, so he turned around and said in a deep voice, "Get out after you finish washing, don't linger here."

"But, your injury...when..."

"Go out first and get me some clothes."

Mu Qingyuan pushed the man out of the bathroom, not giving Jian Zhinian a chance to question him.

Jian Zhinian bit his lip and stood at the bathroom door with his eyes downcast for a moment before he turned and went to the closet, first changing his own clothes, then finding a set of clothes for Mu Qingyuan and handing them in.

His mind was in a mess. He was not stupid, he was just worried.

Why did Mu Qingyuan suddenly appear in this villa, and why did he suddenly return to H City?

As soon as he returned to H City, he was injured...

Thinking back to the injury on his knee and what he happened to hear in the lounge that day.

Mu family affairs...

Jian Zhinian's body couldn't help but tremble.

He did not stay where he was. Instead, while Mu Qingyuan was still taking a shower, he took off the sheets and bedspreads and stuffed them into the washing machine.

At this moment, he was completely indifferent and shy about the chaotic wrinkles and mottled marks on the bed sheets. He just wanted to find something to keep himself busy to distract himself and resist the dull pain in his heart.

After doing all this, Mu Qingyuan just happened to put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Jian Zhinian stood at the door, blocking his way.

"Why are you hurt?"

He raised his head and stared at Mu Qingyuan. His voice was stubborn and firm, without any of the gentleness that usually showed him not caring when being bullied by Mu Qingyuan.

"It's no use knowing that."

Mu Qingyuan was inexplicably irritated and pushed it away.

Jian Zhinian staggered back two steps and was about to step forward when he suddenly felt dizzy, his whole body alternately hot and cold, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, his hands and feet became weak, and his consciousness was a little blurred...

Mu Qingyuan saw that the person in front of him was fine, but when he pushed him, his lips suddenly turned pale and he was about to fall down. His pupils trembled and he held the person.

"Jian Zhinian——"

His movements were flustered and his voice was filled with concerned fear.

Jian Zhinian heard the sound vaguely, and his body did not fall down as it leaned on his arms. His strength gradually returned, and his hands and feet gradually regained some strength, and the clothes on his back were soaked.

"what happened to you?"

Mu Qingyuan's voice sounded anxious in my ears.

Jian Zhinian raised his head and saw Mu Qingyuan looking panicked and his eyes full of concern.

"It's okay, I just have low blood sugar..."

Mu Qingyuan glanced at the time. It was seven o'clock in the evening. They had slept for a whole day.

After a ridiculous night and not eating for a whole day, coupled with the hot bath he just took, which accelerated the blood circulation, it was indeed easy for Jian Zhinian to suffer from hypoglycemia.

"I'll go get you something to eat first."

Jian Zhinian held Mu Qingyuan's arm and didn't let him leave. Before the dizziness had subsided, he hurriedly asked, "Qingyuan, tell me, who hit you?"

"Tell me." Jian Zhinian's voice was weak, but persistent.

Mu Qingyuan was anxious and angry, and could no longer bear to do it. He said helplessly: "Don't worry about the internal affairs of the Mu family. This is the last time."

"You are the one who got hurt, how can I just ignore it! Last time, your Third Uncle said that you were not doing your job well and you were punished by Old Man Mu to kneel down, what's the reason this time?"

Mu Qingyuan pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Jian Zhinian, you already know enough!"

A man has his own self-esteem and he will not allow his wounds to be exposed in front of others.

Especially Jian Zhinian.

"Not enough!" Jian Zhinian shook his head.

Mu Qingyuan frowned and said, "Jian Zhinian, who do you think you are..."

"I am not yours, I know that! Qingyuan, I don't need you to remind me of my identity again and again! I know that you are the sponsor, and I am the canary you keep."

"But I am also pursuing you, very hard and sincerely. Mu Qingyuan, did I catch up with you today?"

Jian Zhinian raised his head, looking excited, and repeated stubbornly: "Mu Qingyuan, did I catch up with you today? Look into my eyes and answer me."

No!

Not at all!

Mu Qingyuan stammered a few times. Facing such a pair of pure and affectionate eyes, Jian Zhinian's eyes, he couldn't say anything hurtful.

Mu Qingyuan's hesitation brought a glimmer of light into Jian Zhinian's phoenix eyes.

His voice became a little softer, and he spoke again: "Then what's the reason this time?"

Mu Qingyuan looked away and remained silent.

Jian Zhinian probed, his voice trembling slightly: "Is it still because of me?"

"no!"

Mu Qingyuan's rebuttal instinctively sounded like an admission of guilt.

Jian Zhinian wanted to laugh, but he couldn't even pull up an arc. He let go of Mu Qingyuan's arm, suddenly turned around and walked out. His steps were messy and he didn't seem calm.

Mu Qingyuan was startled and hurried to catch up. He grabbed Jian Zhinian's wrist and said in a deep voice, "I told you, it's not because of you. This is the last time, Zhizhi, calm down."

With a sound of "Zhizhi", Jian Zhinian suddenly turned around and hugged Mu Qingyuan into his arms.

"Do not think too much!"

"You have to believe me, huh?"

Mu Qingyuan hugged him tightly, his fingers running through his hair, feeling helpless and heavy.

"Okay, I believe you."

Jian Zhinian felt relieved. Really, as long as it wasn’t because of him, that was good.

Seeing that the person in his arms had calmed down, Mu Qingyuan led the person downstairs, first found a candy for Jian Zhinian, peeled it, and put it into his mouth.

"Hold it in your mouth first, I'll go cook the noodles."

They don't live here permanently, so they can only cook a bowl of noodles to get by.

Jian Zhinian nodded and sat on a chair in the restaurant waiting to be fed.

The man was busy in the kitchen, and Jian Zhinian tilted his head and watched quietly.

He didn't quite understand how relationships developed, and he didn't care about the shackles of contracts. He only cared about the words and actions of the man in front of him.

Mu Qingyuan obviously cares about him.

He will care about his sadness and worry about his physical discomfort...

Know his feelings and stay away from him when he is angry.

But how can we catch up with him?

Jian Zhinian really didn't understand.

"Eat."

Suddenly, there was a bowl of vegetarian noodles in front of him, with a little sesame oil on it. The aroma was tempting. Jian Zhinian was really hungry, so he finished it in one breath and looked up at the other person's bowl.

I was embarrassed to say that I wasn’t full.

As soon as Mu Qingyuan saw Jian Zhinian's eyes, he knew what he was thinking.

He ignored him, quickly finished his own bowl, collected the dishes and washed them.

Jian Zhinian suddenly felt that Mu Qingyuan didn't care about him that much.

Mu Qingyuan wiped his hands, looked at the person sitting still on the dining chair, and said, "Don't you want to go out for a walk tonight?"

It was just past eight o'clock now, and after sleeping for a whole day, he didn't believe that Jian Zhinian could fall asleep early tonight.

Jian Zhinian moved his body, but to be honest, he didn't want to move at all.

Last night, he felt uncomfortable on the sofa in Luo Jiushuai's house and his back and waist were already sore. Then Mu Qingyuan was too tired. There were marks all over his body when he took a shower just now. He was a little overexerted.

However, he still raised his eyelids and said, "Where are you going? Is your injury okay?"

"It's okay, let's go to K University." Mu Qingyuan said.

Jian Zhinian's eyes lit up, "Really?"

If K is big, he can still hold on for a while.

It has been a while since he left K University, and he really misses it.

"Let's go."

Mu Qingyuan picked up Jian Zhinian's down jacket and handed it to him, then put a scarf on him, got in the car, and headed straight for K University.

Jian Zhinian is a professor at K University. Going in and out of K University is as easy as going home.

Looking at the white snow flying outside the car window, Jian Zhinian was suddenly pleasantly surprised.

"Qingyuan, it seems to be snowing outside..."

"Yeah." Mu Qingyuan curled the corners of his mouth.

Jian Zhinian instantly forgot the pain in his body and was eager to see the snow outside the window.

Mu Qingyuan parked the car downstairs of Jian Zhinian's dormitory. The snow was falling heavier and heavier. He held Jian Zhinian's hand, feeling a warmth he had never felt before, and stepped into the heavy snow...