Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Jian Zhinian had nothing worth selling, so he just threw in the towel and said, "Mr. Mu, it's up to you."

His eyes were dark and he was a little bit exhausted. He retrieved the bag of medicine that he had secretly put aside in a fit of anger, and silently ate a few pills with honey water.

Jian Zhinian adjusted his posture and leaned back on the sofa. The pain in his body forced him to show weakness.

"Any painkillers?"

"No, just bear with it." Mu Qingyuan said sternly.

Jian Zhinian said uncomfortably: "Boss Mu, I didn't eat tonight, but you forced me to drink half a catty of liquor. Can you pity me and help me find some painkillers, please?"

"You don't want your house to become a crime scene tomorrow morning, do you?"

Seeing that Jian Zhinian looked really bad, Mu Qingyuan stood up with a sullen face and went to the kitchen.

This villa in H City is cleaned daily. Except for the few times he comes back on certain days every year, no one lives there at all, and even the nanny doesn't live there.

Jian Zhinian tilted his head and saw Mu Qingyuan frowning in front of the refrigerator, and couldn't help but smile.

After not seeing you for a few years, you have grown a lot and become a lot tougher.

Jian Zhinian closed his eyes and rested. Soon he smelled the fragrant aroma of scallion oil. After a moment of relaxation, he felt that the medicine he had taken had taken some effect and his stomachache was barely bearable.

He was about to stand up when he saw Mu Qingyuan coming over with a big bowl. Due to the scarcity of ingredients, it was just plain noodles in clear soup, but it had a strong aroma of green onions and a fragrant smell of oil.

Jian Zhinian's fingers moved vigorously. He was indeed hungry, so he took the initiative to walk to the dining table and sat down.

Unexpectedly, the people opposite sat down one after another, picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

Jian Zhinian was stunned: ...

After eating a few bites, Mu Qingyuan looked up and saw that Jian Zhinian's eyes were red, which made the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye even brighter.

He stood up again and went to the kitchen.

When he turned back, he saw Jian Zhinian quickly snatch the bowl of noodles he had just eaten, silently holding it in his arms, and their eyes met.

Mu Qingyuan was stunned.

Jian Zhinian's face turned slightly red, and he tried to remain calm and said, "I'm really too hungry..."

Mu Qingyuan was holding a small bowl in his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Jian Zhinian soon discovered that Mu Qingyuan had left a copy for him, and his ears turned red.

"I... that's not enough to eat..."

Mu Qingyuan looked at him solemnly, put down the small bowl, and pulled over his large bowl.

"If you want to eat, eat. If you don't want to eat, stay away!"

Of course Jian Zhinian has to eat it.

The noodles are soft and the soup is fragrant. It slides down the throat and warms the stomach, making you feel very warm.

Jian Zhinian eats very slowly.

Mu Qingyuan didn't urge him and just waited quietly.

After he put down his chopsticks, he collected the dishes and went back to the kitchen. When he came back, he had returned to his cold and indifferent look.

"I won't stay in H City for a long time, and you only want a one-year contract, so don't blame me for not giving you freedom. I'm in need of a personal administrative assistant, and you're just the right person."

"I still have classes at school..."

"The project you proposed last night will be invested by Mu Group. I'll come and say hello to Xiao Haishan and ask him to second you for a year." Mu Qingyuan thought he had done his best.

Jian Zhinian was a little confused, but had no way out.

Seeing that he was silent, Mu Qingyuan acquiesced and continued, "After the physical examination tomorrow, you can move in directly."

Jian Zhinian nodded and said, "Winter vacation is coming soon. Can I finish teaching this semester's courses?"

He needs time to arrange many things.

"Okay, now send me your class schedule. Except for the necessary time, you must be back here before 7pm."

Jian Zhinian lowered his eyes, picked up his phone, opened WeChat, found the familiar WeChat avatar, found the class schedule, and sent it.

Mu Qingyuan, who was sitting opposite him, heard the phone ringing for a long time and urged, "Did you send it?"

Jian Zhinian's heart suddenly felt empty. He looked at the page on his phone, then at Mu Qingyuan, and suddenly his hands began to tremble.

"Mr. Mu, can I add your WeChat ID?"

"I didn't give you a business card!"

Mu Qingyuan frowned and pushed the phone over.

Jian Zhinian scanned the code silently and requested to be added.

Mu Qingyuan quickly saw a red dot on the mobile page, clicked it and agreed.

Mu Qingyuan's profile picture is a landscape picture with green mountains and snow on the tops.

A strange avatar, a blank conversation screen, Jian Zhinian sent his course schedule again.

The green file label was cold and emotionless, but it reconnected them after being disconnected for five years.

Jian Zhinian couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.

Mu Qingyuan clicked on the file, enlarged it, and looked at it carefully.

"Why do you have so many classes? You're in the lab every day. Am I supporting you just to get you to work?"

"I can manage some of the lab time myself." As long as it doesn't affect the progress of research and development.

"It would be best if you remember your current position and don't force me to ask you to resign." Mu Qingyuan said harshly.

Only then did Jian Zhinian realize that this contract was not as simple as he had imagined.

In other words, it is not so easy for him to get his star back.

"I see."

Jian Zhinian's resignation and loss gave Mu Qingyuan a sense of revenge.

"Since both of us have no objections, let's sign it."

Mu Qingyuan quickly revised the contract, handed it back to Jian Zhinian, and even prepared red ink.

Jian Zhinian signed his name and put his fingerprints on it.

Suddenly I felt the sadness and helplessness of selling oneself into slavery that is often shown in TV dramas.

The two exchanged and reached a contract. Mu Qingyuan gave a copy to Jian Zhinian and said sarcastically, "Two copies, Professor Jian, keep them well. Maybe they can be used as evidence for me to bully you in the future. After all, Professor Jian is already familiar with this matter."

With just one sentence, Jian Zhinian was thrown into the abyss again.

He pursed his lips and said, "No."

Mu Qingyuan snorted coldly, got up and went upstairs, leaving a message -

"I'll stay here tonight."

I gave him a key and recorded his fingerprint to unlock the door.

Jian Zhinian sat in the living room for a long time before getting up. The villa area was particularly quiet late at night.

Mu Qingyuan never appeared again after he went upstairs.

Living here, where should I live?

Jian Zhinian went upstairs and knocked on Mu Qingyuan's door.

The moment the door opened, Jian Zhinian blushed and quickly looked away.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

Mu Qingyuan had a scarf tied around his waist to cover his private parts. His upper body was naked and he was wiping his hair with his hand.

The lazy posture reveals her entire good figure.

As a man, Jian Zhinian envies such a figure.

Mu Qingyuan said coldly: "There are only you and me in this room. If you don't come to your door, I can't offend your eyes whether I'm wearing clothes or not!"

"Besides, I'm covering myself up a little now, but I'm afraid I'll be naked in front of you more often in the future. Isn't it hypocritical that I'm feeling ashamed now?"

Jian Zhinian paused for a moment and said, "Put on your clothes first!"

Mu Qingyuan turned back to his room, sat at the end of the bed, crossed his legs, and said, "Tell me what you want to say."

Seeing that Mu Qingyuan didn't listen to him at all, Jian Zhinian had no choice but to ask: "Where should I sleep tonight?"

Mu Qingyuan originally thought that Jian Zhinian would just find a guest room downstairs to stay in, but he underestimated Jian Zhinian's intellectual cultivation. This man would never move without the owner's consent.

Suddenly, a hint of evil flashed in Mu Qingyuan's eyes.

"I'm your financial sponsor, and I've only got this master bedroom in this house. Where do you think you're going to sleep?"