Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Mu Qingyuan's hasty movements also woke Jian Zhinian up. He opened his eyes dazedly and asked him in a hoarse voice, "Who's calling? Is there something urgent?"

"Mu Qing'an, just sleep a little longer and don't worry about it." Mu Qing'an did not hide it this time.

Jian Zhinian thought about it and decided to just ignore it. He wasn't that familiar with Mu Qing'an anyway, and it was good enough that he didn't dislike the people from the Mu family.

Mu Qingyuan simply washed up, and seeing Jian Zhinian looking at him with his head down, he walked up to him, bent down and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"I'm going to go out for a while, be good, you stay at home!"

Jian Zhinian responded, "I know. I'm not three years old."

Mu Qingyuan chuckled and hurried away.

Mu Qingyuan lived in the city center because he was working at Mu's company; Mu Qing'an, on the other hand, had always lived in the villa where he grew up. Although it was not in the suburbs, it was still some distance away from the city.

It was past five o'clock in S City and there were already some cars on the road. Mu Qingyuan drove along the elevated road, keeping to the speed limit, and arrived at Mu Qingan's doorstep in just over twenty minutes.

After ringing the doorbell several times but getting no response, Mu Qingyuan's face darkened and he had to look through the WeChat chat history. He remembered that Mu Qing'an had sent him the password to his home door lock a long time ago.

After opening the door, Mu Qingyuan took a quick look and saw no one there. He raised his head and looked towards the second floor. There was a room with an open door. He guessed that Mu Qingan lived there.

He quickly went upstairs and turned on the light. Mu Qing'an was lying on the bed, his face red enough to fry an egg on. He knew he had a high fever without even taking his temperature.

You know to call him, but don’t you know to call 120?

So stupid!

Mu Qingyuan patted his face and called his name.

Mu Qingan raised his eyelids with difficulty, and his dry and chapped lips moved...

If you don't listen carefully, you wouldn't know that it was an unpronounced "brother".

Mu Qingyuan had an injury on his arm, so he didn't dare to move too much. After helping the man up, he carried him up, put him in the car, and rushed to a nearby hospital.

Coincidentally, it was the same hospital as last night.

It’s the same emergency doctor from yesterday.

The fever was not a big problem, but the doctor found out that the cause of the fever was related to that incident.

The emergency doctor didn't say anything this time. After giving the patient an IV drip, the look he gave Mu Qingyuan was almost like "the ultimate shameless scumbag".

Although Mu Qingyuan had a strong aura, he couldn't hold it back and almost showed his ID card and said that they were brothers.

Of course, Mu Qingyuan would never do such an impulsive thing.

He just frowned and directly dialed Jiang Shaoqing's number. The other party took a long time to answer. He couldn't help but yelled, "Where is he?"

Jiang Shaoqing was discussing overseas market matters with Zhou Rui last night, so he lived in foreign time. Not long after he fell asleep, he was awakened by a fatal call. Although he answered the phone, he was still not fully awake.

"Boss, what time is it? I just went to bed at home..."

Mu Qingyuan calmed down a little, but still said in a deep voice, "Come to the Second Affiliated Hospital right now and see what you have done!"

Hospital?

Jiang Shaoqing sobered up instantly and asked anxiously, "Boss, are you injured again, or are you sick again?"

"It's not me, it's Mu Qingan, come here quickly!" Mu Qingyuan said impatiently.

Jiang Shaoqing's brain was a little slow, but he just replied, "Mu Qing'an is sick, what does it have to do with me..."

Mu Qingyuan got angry instantly, "Jiang Shaoqing, you don't recognize me when you pull up your pants, right? If it weren't for your good deeds, would he have had a fever and become confused? I don't care what happens to you in the future, come here right now!"

Jiang Shaoqing suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed as if he had been resurrected.

"I, I'll be right there. Which building and ward am I in?"

Mu Qingan wouldn't be so stupid as to not do anything about it afterwards, right? This all happened... the night before yesterday...

"Outpatient building, emergency room here, hurry up."

“Oh, oh, okay…”

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Shaoqing arrived.

Mu Qingyuan pointed at the unconscious person on the emergency bed and said, "Take good care of him, otherwise..."

Jiang Shaoqing interrupted hastily and took the initiative: "Mu Qingyuan, you said you would choose me and not hit anyone!"

Mu Qingyuan glared at him, then rubbed his brows and said, "I'm leaving now. I'll leave him to you."

"Ah? Oh... you, I... okay."

Jiang Shaoqing finally cowered under Mu Qingyuan's cold gaze. After all, he was the culprit who made others uncomfortable.

Mu Qingyuan just turned around and looked back: "How is Song Liangjie's investigation of Qianli Group going?"

"There is not much information about Song Liangjie in China. All we know is his experience as a student and that he was strictly controlled by his family. However, the Song family is very powerful in S City, and they control both politics and business."

"But the powerful ones are the eldest family of the Song family, not Song Liangjie's line. I sent the specific information to your email the day before yesterday. How could you not read it?"

Jiang Shaoqing was surprised to see that Mu Qingyuan looked unhappy and there was an unshakable coldness in his eyes. He was shocked in his heart. Did Song Liangjie offend Mu Qingyuan?

He added: "Go back and take a look. I feel that this guy is a bit weird and fake, so I specifically told Zhou Rui to check what happened to Song Liangjie abroad. Go back and ask him."

"Okay, call me if you have anything." Mu Qingyuan glanced at Mu Qingan before leaving.

Seeing that the person was still sleeping, Jiang Shaoqing grabbed a stool from the side and sat beside the bed. Mu Qing'an's cheeks were red while he was sleeping, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch them.

It's quite fleshy, but a little hot.

Jiang Shaoqing frowned with disdain, his eyes lingering on Mu Qingan's equally chubby lips for no reason.

Dry and bright red.

He licked his lips unconsciously. He seemed to have kissed her that night and it felt... okay, at least not disgusting.

Jiang Shaoqing sat for a while, his drooping eyelids continued to droop, and after struggling for several times, they were about to close.

"elder brother……"

The person on the bed suddenly sat up in shock, screamed loudly, and grabbed things with his hands.

Jiang Shaoqing's wrist, which was placed on the bedside, was grabbed by a hot hand. He calmed down and saw Mu Qing'an looking at him aggrievedly, with tears in her eyes, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

"Brother, you are here..."

Jiang Shaoqing: ...

He raised his hand and waved it in front of Mu Qingan's eyes. The boy blinked twice, and tears rolled out of his left eye...

Not blind, just stupid.

Jiang Shaoqing opened his mouth and thought in the same foolish way.

Mu Qing'an just held his hand like that and kept calling him brother.

"Brother, why didn't you tell me that you were discharged from the hospital... I brought you a midnight snack last night, and the nurse said that you had been discharged a long time ago... You didn't even tell me, I was so sad..."

"Brother, when will Dad come back..."

"Brother... I didn't listen to grandpa, please don't look down on me. Brother... Brother, please look at me, I'm very good..."

"Brother... I feel so bad... Brother, I don't know what to do..."

One string of tears is not enough, two strings are not enough.

Does this kid have water pumps in his eyes? Why can he cry so much?

I didn’t notice it usually!

Frankly speaking, Jiang Shaoqing was a little at a loss. He was always eloquent and had excellent emergency response ability, but facing this person with snot and tears, he didn't know how to respond...