Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Jian Zhinian saw the bedroom door closed again. After washing up, he thought that just porridge for breakfast would not make him feel full, so he looked for steamed buns, shrimp dumplings and other things in the refrigerator, steamed some, and ate them with the porridge.

After doing all this, Jian Zhinian felt a little dizzy. Thinking it was just because he hadn't eaten breakfast, he didn't take it seriously.

When Mu Qingyuan finished taking a shower and changed his clothes, he saw a thermos cup on the bedside table. He couldn't help but open it and quickly smelled a sweet scent.

It's honey water.

A flash of light flashed across his cold eyes, and he drank it in a few gulps, just enough to quench his thirst for the night.

When I walked out of the room, there were some simple breakfast items on the dining table.

Jian Zhinian said, "Just eat whatever you want. Breakfast is basically ready-made..."

Apart from cooking porridge, he doesn't know how to do anything else.

"Yeah, that's enough to eat."

Mu Qingyuan sat down and had some light porridge, side dishes and snacks. He was not picky about food.

"If you're not used to it, I'll ask an aunt to cook for you."

When he lived here alone, the family rarely cooked. After Jian Zhinian came, they couldn't always order takeout. Although they hired a part-time worker to do the housework during this period, Jian Zhinian also did a lot of housework.

Jian Zhinian waved his hands hastily and said, "No, no, I'm fine now."

"what ever."

Mu Qingyuan didn't say much. He lowered his head to drink the porridge. He drank one bowl and then silently added another bowl.

When he was halfway through drinking, the cell phone next to him rang. He saw it was Jiang Shaoqing, checked the time, and frowned.

I wonder how late that guy stayed at the bar last night. How could he get up so early today?

"Boss, help me—"

This person's tone was always exaggerated. Mu Qingyuan looked indifferent and said, "It's only a little after eight o'clock. Why are you awake so early?"

Jiang Shaoqing cleared his throat, his voice was low and hoarse, as if he had just woken up. He asked tentatively: "Boss, you and your cheap brother, your relationship is average, right?"

"Why are you asking this?" Mu Qingyuan answered the phone without delaying his porridge.

"I just want to ask, in your heart, who is more important, me or you?"

What kind of tongue twister is this?

Mu Qingyuan's voice sank slightly, and he said, "Speak human language!"

Jiang Shaoqing was ruthless and said, "I and Mu Qingan, choose one, who do you choose?"

Mu Qingyuan was silent. Why did he choose such an idiotic question?

"Boss, you are actually hesitating? For so many years, I have been following you like a madman, serving you tea and water, accompanying you to drink, and working hard. Even if I have no credit, I have..."

"Choose you! Jiang Shaoqing, let's get to the point, don't talk about other things."

"That's a relief. Boss, this is what happened..."

Mu Qingyuan interrupted directly: "Let's make it short and get to the point."

Jiang Shaoqing laughed dryly: "The point is that Mu Qingan and I accidentally drank too much last night, and our relationship became more in-depth."

Mu Qingyuan paused for a moment and asked, "What's the relationship?"

Jiang Shaoqing was going crazy inside, he was really irritable!

He had a hangover the night before, and when he opened his eyes he had a splitting headache, and there was a familiar face next to him. It was a terrifying scene!

What’s even more terrifying is that both of them were naked and looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost.

If he hadn't been so calm as always, there would have been screams!

The other person seemed to be in the same situation as him, wanting to scream but trying hard to hold it back.

It's okay to have sex after drinking, but it's not necessary to not be able to tell the difference between men and women. Jiang Shaoqing instinctively lifted the quilt to take a look at his lower body. He felt comfortable, except for some tingling in his back, there was no discomfort.

He was drinking non-stop and knew exactly what he had done last night.

Looking at the person opposite, his lips were pale and he looked like he was being ravaged... uh... he was at a loss and about to cry, but he was trying to remain calm.

He was just about to explain that it was a misunderstanding, but the person opposite him bit his lip stubbornly, put on his wrinkled clothes with trembling legs, took out a stack of red bills from his wallet and put it on the bedside.

——This is all I have. I hope Mr. Jiang doesn’t think it’s too little. Last night was just an accident and Mr. Jiang didn’t suffer any loss. We are all men. I hope we can all forget about it…

He was a senior PR expert, but a young boy stuffed a dozen bills into his pocket and then said he forgot something...

He doesn't want to lose face?

The point is, he was actually extremely panicked inside, and before he had time to sort things out, the guy opened the door and left.

Let’s go!!

Thinking of this, Jiang Shaoqing became even more annoyed. Is he that kind of irresponsible person?

"Jiang Shaoqing, speak!"

Mu Qingyuan's voice brought Jiang Shaoqing back to reality.

Jiang Shaoqing gave up on treatment and said directly: "It was just a physical relationship. I accidentally drank too much last night and we slept together."

This news is too explosive and too direct.

The corners of Mu Qingyuan's mouth twitched, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

"Do you sleep with him, or does he sleep with you?"

A man cannot lose on this issue, Jiang Shaoqing immediately said loudly: "Of course I sleep with him!"

Afterwards, Jiang Shaoqing thought of the person opposite him. He was not only his brother, but also Mu Qingan’s real brother.

"You won't hit me, will you?"

Mu Qingyuan put down his bowl and chopsticks, raised his head and let his eyes go blank for a moment, took a deep breath, and said, "It shouldn't be."

Finally, he asked again: "What are you going to do?"

what to do? Salad!

Speaking of this, Jiang Shaoqing got angry: "What else can I do? You don't know, I worked hard last night and worked hard all night to earn 3,200 yuan!"

"What do you mean three thousand two..."

"Prostitution money! Your brother gave it to me, damn, nowadays when people go out to play, some people actually carry cash!!"

It's fucking weird!

So, wouldn't it be uncomfortable to put a stack of cash in your pocket?

Mu Qingyuan;...

"Here you go, just take it, hard work pay." Mu Qingyuan said calmly.

Now it was Jiang Shaoqing's turn to be silent. What happened to choosing him? You were indirectly calling him a paid duck, right?

Give it to him and he’ll take it?

Damn it, he wants to throw this worthless money back in that boy’s face and ask Mu Qing’an what he thinks?

Is he short of this little money?

"I'm just telling you about this, don't let me know later that I didn't tell you. Bye."

Jiang Shaoqing had a gloomy face and called his assistant to send him a new set of clothes.

After washing himself clean, Jiang Shaoqing looked like a workplace elite again.

Mu Qingyuan hung up the phone and saw Jian Zhinian on the other side looking at him in surprise with a slightly red face. He then remembered that he had asked a question on the phone just now about who was sleeping with whom...

Mu Qingyuan didn't want to say more, so he cleared his throat and said, "I'm going to go out for a while. If you didn't sleep well last night, go back to your room and sleep for a while."

"Oh, okay." Jian Zhinian agreed.

Mu Qingyuan stood up, put on a coat and walked out. He changed his shoes at the entrance and saw Jian Zhinian still sitting in the restaurant motionless.

His eyes moved and he waved at him.

Jian Zhinian thought he had forgotten something, so he walked over quickly and asked, "Did you forget anything? I'll get it for you."

Mu Qingyuan smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I forgot..."

Afterwards, he lowered his head and kissed Jian Zhinian between the eyebrows.

"Out of the door kiss, boyfriend."

The low, smiling voice was gentle and lingering. Jian Zhinian widened his eyes and raised his hand to touch his brows blankly. He didn't even notice when Mu Qingyuan left...

Soft and cool...

Jian Zhinian showed his first smile of the day, his face flushed.

That's good.

Jian Zhinian cleaned up the house, but his happiness soon became listless.

He felt a little dizzy and had a headache, so he washed his face again and realized belatedly that he might have a fever...