Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

His lips were dry and chapped, and he struggled to sit up.

"Lie down!"

Mu Qingyuan's voice was as gloomy as his expression. He stretched out his hand and pressed the man onto the emergency bed.

Jian Zhinian saw blood stains on his clothes and asked in a dry voice, "Have you treated your wound?"

Mu Qingyuan nodded and said, "It's nothing serious, it's just a little cracked, it will be fine in two days, just worry about yourself."

The tone of voice seemed to be that of an outlaw.

Jian Zhinian knew he was in the wrong, so he explained, "Did you know that Song Liangjie took nearly 5% of the shares of the Mu Group?"

"I know, it won't affect the overall situation."

Mu Qingyuan stared at Jian Zhinian, his voice deeper: "So you are sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth because of this matter?"

Jian Zhinian was embarrassed by this description and said, "In broad daylight, I didn't expect him to be so arrogant."

Moreover, this guy is really good at disguising himself.

Mu Qingyuan snorted coldly, not wanting to comment any more. He was filled with anger and jealousy, and even wanted to teach Jian Zhinian a lesson, asking him why he was so bold...

However, when I saw this man lying on the hospital bed, I couldn't vent all this.

Jian Zhinian pulled Mu Qingyuan's sleeve and said, "I sent you a message, but I didn't really go alone."

Mu Qingyuan couldn't tolerate such cheating behavior.

His cold face warmed up a bit, and Mu Qingyuan said, "You are not stupid at all."

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Mu Qingyuan asked worriedly.

"without……"

Jian Zhinian shook his head. He didn't want to mention those unbearable words anymore, and he wouldn't let Mu Qingyuan know.

He looked listless, raised his hand to cover his forehead, and said, "Is my fever not gone yet?"

Speaking of this, Mu Qingyuan's anger, which had just subsided, suddenly flared up again.

"You still know you have a fever?"

Jian Zhinian shrank his body and hid his face in Mu Qingyuan's palm.

"I'm already feeling uncomfortable, please stop being so mean to me..."

Mu Qingyuan's palms were itching, and his heart was itching too, so how could he be so fierce?

After Jian Zhinian woke up, he gradually regained his energy. Not long after, his body regained strength. The effect of some medicine was not offset so quickly, and his face began to turn red.

Jian Zhinian had good endurance, but his body's reaction made him feel a little embarrassed. He looked at the IV above his head and wondered how long the infusion would take and what would take to neutralize the drug's effect...

"My mouth has no taste. I want to eat some candy, the sour and sweet kind..." Jian Zhinian looked at Mu Qingyuan.

Mu Qingyuan didn't doubt him and said, "Then lie down for a while, I'll be back soon."

"it is good."

After Mu Qing left, Jian Zhinian simply closed his eyes to rest, clearing his mind and falling asleep again in a daze.

When he woke up again, he felt fully recovered. With a sweet and sour candy in his mouth, Jian Zhinian was in a good mood.

After observing the patient in the hospital until the afternoon, the emergency doctor sent the patient home, saying that it was a minor problem and that he should go home for observation. The hospital beds were too tight and he should not waste them.

After receiving intravenous drip for most of the day and drinking water for diuresis and detoxification for an entire afternoon, Jian Zhinian's low fever had long been gone. He followed Mu Qingyuan back home as if he had been pardoned.

That night, perhaps because he had been lying in the hospital for too long during the day, Jian Zhinian couldn't sleep at all and tossed and turned in bed.

Mu Qingyuan was already angry about what happened during the day, but considering that Jian Zhinian was feeling unwell, he endured it and didn't do anything to him.

Unexpectedly, the person next to him twisted and turned over continuously, and Mu Qingyuan lay on one side. Finally, he couldn't help it and pressed the person under him.

"Jian Zhinian, don't mess with me!"

Jian Zhinian looked at him innocently and smiled: "How could I!"

quibble!

Mu Qingyuan raised his hand and pressed his broad palm against Jian Zhinian's forehead: "You don't have a fever anymore?"

Jian Zhinian shook his head, pushed his hand away, and said, "No, don't worry."

Seeing that he had quite a bit of strength in his hands, Mu Qingyuan curled the corners of his mouth, smiled meaningfully, and said, "Do you have strength?"

Jian Zhinian: ...No!

"I want to sleep!"

Jian Zhinian pushed away the person who was half lying on him.

Mu Qingyuan's palm slid down from Jian Zhinian's forehead, his fingers lingering, stroking from the corner of his eyes to his cheek, and finally stopping at his chin.

He squeezed it hard, and suddenly there was a flame in his eyes, filled with desire, burning with anger, flashing with jealousy, extremely complicated.

Jian Zhinian shuddered a few times for no reason.

"Qingyuan, are you angry?"

Mu Qingyuan still had a smile on his face, and said indifferently, "Do you think I shouldn't be angry about what happened today?"

Jian Zhinian felt a chill down his spine and said, "I explained it to you in the hospital. Didn't you say anything?"

"So, you think that's all that's going to happen?"

The anger in Mu Qingyuan's eyes rose. This heartless man, did he know how anxious he was when he ran all the way here today? Did he know how scared he was when he fainted in his arms?

"Jian Zhinian, have you ever cared about someone?"

Without waiting for Jian Zhinian to answer, Mu Qingyuan asked again: "Have you ever experienced someone you care about fainting in front of you? Do you know what this kind of fear is?"

When a person faints and loses consciousness, it is not like an actor falling down in slow motion, but the whole body suddenly goes limp, like a puppet with its strings cut, and all the joints lose strength in an instant...

That kind of loss of vitality is like death...

No living person wants to experience this feeling.

Jian Zhinian, how dare you ignore your own safety like this? How dare you make him worry like this?

Mu Qingyuan's eyes were filled with pain and fear.

Jian Zhinian opened his mouth and was shocked by the deep fear in Mu Qingyuan's eyes.

As a result, he didn't realize who the 'person he cares about' in Mu Qingyuan's words was...

"Qingyuan... I'm sorry, don't be afraid... I, I didn't mean it, I will be fine, don't be afraid..."

Jian Zhinian stretched out his arms, put his arms around Mu Qingyuan's neck, and pulled him into his arms.

Mu Qingyuan buried his head in Jian Zhinian's chest, his pounding heartbeat made him feel at ease.

He closed his eyes, and through his pajamas, he opened his mouth and bit Jian Zhinian's chest with his teeth, but he was still reluctant to really bite down hard...

He is like a wolf that grew up alone. Even though his teeth are sharp, he still can't bear to hurt the people in front of him.

"Jian Zhinian, let's go back to H City after the Mu family's affairs are settled."

Maybe Jiang Shaoqing is right. Since you can't let go, let's just be together.

After returning to H City, he will shift the focus of his career to H City...

"Okay."

Jian Zhinian responded gently. To him, it was such a wonderful dream to be able to bring Mu Qingyuan back to H City...

"Jian Zhinian, I want you."

"Okay."

"Zhizhi, you are mine!"

The little red bell that had once been a source of shame rang for half the night, and the intense lovemaking made Jian Zhinian's legs tremble.

Considering the injury on Mu Qingyuan's arm, he didn't dare to use force on his arm. It was really too difficult to maintain the same posture for too long.

After the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, Jian Zhinian complained leisurely, but the people around him did not feel sorry for him at all.

"I asked you to change your position and be on top. If you don't want to, don't blame me..."

Jian Zhinian was upset, so he shouldn't have been soft-hearted and agreed to him!

The sleep after exercise was particularly sweet. The next morning, Mu Qingyuan was awakened by a phone call. He touched the phone with some resentment. The screen showed five o'clock in the morning and the caller was Mu Qingan.

Mu Qingyuan was startled and remembered that he went out to meet Mu Qingan.

As a result, just as he sat down and hadn't opened his mouth to speak, he received a message from Jian Zhinian asking for help on his phone.

He immediately left Mu Qing'an in the teahouse...

When Mu Qingyuan answered the phone, he was about to speak when he heard a weak voice from the other end.

"Brother, am I going to die soon? I feel so uncomfortable... It's so hot... Please give me a glass of water..."

"Brother...I can't do it anymore..."

Mu Qingyuan stood up suddenly, and while changing his clothes, he asked, "Mu Qingan, where are you?"

"I'm in... the room..."

He only had a cold house and he was alone, a poor guy who didn't even have a home.

No one wanted him.

Dad doesn't want him, and mom doesn't want him.

I finally have a brother, but he still dislikes me, guards against me, and doesn't want me...