Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

I don't know when it started, but when Mu Qingyuan was in a good mood, he would call him "Zhizhi", and when he was distant from him, he would call him "Jian Zhinian".

Jian Zhinian had no way to deal with such cheating behavior.

Miss him? What do you miss about him?

They haven't seen each other for only seven or eight days. If he really wanted to, why did he stay in K University?

Jian Zhinian was too lazy to believe the person in front of him.

"Move aside, I'm going to cut some fruit." But his voice softened a little, and he didn't push the person away.

Mu Qingyuan decided to stop there, said to Jian Zhinian, "I'll go get busy first," and went into the study again.

Jian Zhinian cut some fruits, put them on a plate, brought them in, and pinched the cigarette from Mu Qingyuan's fingertips.

Mu Qingyuan only looked up at him, but didn't blame him. He just said playfully, "You've improved, and you still want to control this?"

Jian Zhinian threw the cigarette into the trash can without saying anything. He didn't have the qualifications and didn't want to embarrass himself.

He glanced at the several screens lined up in front of Mu Qingyuan, his gaze paused for a moment, and then he walked away.

Mu Qingyuan sighed, he really has learned his lesson...

After closing the door of the study, Jian Zhinian put on his coat and went downstairs. He did not walk far, but found a secluded place to sit down and made a phone call.

"mom……"

"Zhi Nian, is there something wrong?"

Today is not the weekend, and Jian Zhinian is usually busy at around 2:00. His work and rest schedule at K University is so regular that when Shen Ruxin received a call from her son at this time, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

After the call was connected, the other party just called out "Mom" and nothing else. It was just like the helpless call made by every child who encounters difficulties outside and returns home standing at the door.

As a mother, Shen Ruxin loves her son.

After hearing Jian Zhinian remain silent for a long time, she softly repeated, "Zhi Nian, have you encountered any difficulties? Mom is here."

"Mom, I'm in S City." Jian Zhinian held the phone, looking through the glass door into the distant void.

Shen Ruxin paused for a moment and asked, "You are at Mu Xingchen's place, right?"

"Yeah." Jian Zhinian responded in a young voice.

Shen Ruxin heard Jian Zhinian's willingness and joy from that simple response.

"As long as you like it." Over the years, with the little one by her side, she felt much more at ease.

With Shen Ruxin's approval, Jian Zhinian's expression relaxed a little and he stated the purpose of today's call.

"Mom, can I move the shares that grandpa gave me?"

Shen Ruxin, who was far away in H City, widened her eyes. It was not that she was reluctant to part with those shares, but she did not expect that Jian Zhinian would touch them one day.

After all, Xinyuan was on the verge of a funding chain break several times, and even when Jian Zhinian agreed to go to the blind date party, he never thought about going there.

Shen Ruxin adjusted his breathing and asked calmly, "Is it for Mu Xingchen?"

Apart from this reason, Shen Ruxin couldn't think of any other reason.

"Yes." Jian Zhinian confessed.

"Zhi Nian, now that you have made your choice in your heart, just do it. Grandpa gave you those shares so that you can get what you want one day." Shen Ruxin smiled slightly.

Jian Zhinian felt relieved and said, "Then I'll call grandpa later?"

"Go ahead. Grandpa must miss you too."

"Okay, thank you, Mom."

"Silly boy……"

Jian Zhinian hung up the phone with a smile on his face, as if relieved from a heavy burden.

He didn't know how to help Mu Qingyuan, but perhaps the shares his grandfather gave him would be of some use.

Mu Qingyuan came back to his senses from the flickering screen, rubbed his stiff brows and sore eyes, got up, opened the doors and windows of the study, and dispelled the smell of smoke in the room.

Jian Zhinian was not seen in the living room. Mu Qingyuan looked into the master bedroom but saw no one there either.

He couldn't help but frowned. Just as he was about to make a phone call, he heard the door ding-dong, the fingerprint lock opened, and Jian Zhinian walked in covered in snow.

"Snowing?"

Mu Qingyuan saw that he was holding a bunch of green onions in his hand. He walked forward, took it and put it aside. He held Jian Zhinian's face with his hot hands, which was cold and red.

“Are there no onions in the fridge?”

Suddenly entering a warm but indoor room, Jian Zhinian's glasses became blurry, so he simply took them off and held them in his hand, saying, "No, I want to eat scallion oil noodles tomorrow morning, so I went out for a while."

Mu Qingyuan took his hand and brought him into his arms to warm him.

"Let go first, I'll take off my coat."

Why does someone with an injured arm always like to hug others?

Mu Qingyuan let go and took a few steps back, looking at Jian Zhinian with a burning gaze.

He thought greedily, how could he bear to leave this person at K University? It would be so nice to keep him by his side...

Jian Zhinian hung up his coat. He felt his scalp tingling when he was stared at by this person. He blushed and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

Mu Qingyuan pinched his chin with a smile on his face.

"Nonsense!"

Jian Zhinian was shy and walked into the house by mistake. He locked himself in the bedroom and did not come out until nightfall, thinking of doing something to get by in the evening.

Unexpectedly, Mu Qingyuan had been in the living room the whole time.

"Don't do it tonight. I've ordered food from the restaurant. Come and sit down." He patted the sofa beside him.

Jian Zhinian glanced at him and sat down opposite him.

Mu Qingyuan touched his nose and said, "You've been accompanying me these past few days, huh?"

Jian Zhinian was slightly surprised: "I didn't go to report for leave this time, but you, are you not going to work?"

Mu Qingyuan turned the cigarette in his hand and said, "No, I'm going to be fired soon."

Jian Zhinian opened his mouth in shock.

Mu Qingyuan rested his arms on his thighs, supported his chin with one hand, leaned forward, approached Jian Zhinian, and teased, "If I can't make money, and I become a poor boy and can't support you, will you still be with me?"

It is unlikely that Mu Qingyuan would not feel a little inferior in front of Jian Zhinian.

"Why should I be raised by you?"

Jian Zhinian rolled his eyes at him, not wanting to talk to an idiot.

This man is busy at work, and he is using him for entertainment!

"Then will you support me?" Mu Qingyuan pressed on.

Jian Zhinian was stunned for a moment, then said, "That's fine, but you can't ask for too much."

His salary was not low, but facing Mu Qingyuan's consumption level, he was afraid that it could not satisfy too many desires...

Seeing Jian Zhinian's serious consideration, Mu Qingyuan chuckled and seemed very happy, without any worry at all about facing difficulties.

That night, Mu Qingyuan even took his hand and built a small snowman on the basketball court in the community, and the carrots and blueberry pies in the refrigerator were put to good use.

Jian Zhinian was not stingy and gave the blue and white plaid scarf around his neck to the little snowman.

Mu Qingyuan put the hood of his down jacket on him with one hand, then bent down and kissed him under the bright lights on the basketball court.

The cold lips touched and the hot temperatures blended together.

While biting, Jian Zhinian learned to breathe, and snow-white mist rose between the nostrils of the two. Mu Qingyuan took off Jian Zhinian's glasses and kissed the red corners of his eyes...

"Zhizhi, let's go home."

"Ah."

The nasal sound was soft and had a seductive tone of someone who had been bullied.

Mu Qingyuan took Jian Zhinian's hand and went upstairs quickly. The moment the door closed, he couldn't wait to kiss her again.

Jian Zhinian is obviously a cold and indifferent person, but he can always easily arouse him and make him unable to control himself.

Sparks flew during the kiss and Mu Qingyuan wanted to strip Jian Zhinian of his clothes.

Jian Zhinian was losing ground, but he still retained a trace of rationality.

"Don't... your hand is injured..."