Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Chapter 138 Where Should I Sleep Tonight

After seeing Mu Qingyuan off, Jian Zhinian straightened his wrinkled shirt and pinched his stiff brows.

Although he promised Mu Qingyuan not to break up, he was overwhelmed with thoughts at the moment and didn't know how to start over, so he could only make excuses to get rid of the person.

This gives him two more days to adjust.

Although it was an adjustment, Jian Zhinian simply had no energy to think about emotional matters.

He has two or three major research projects under his direction, and his doctoral students also have projects to supervise. At the beginning of the year, he also asked for an additional cross-disciplinary project from the institute...

This was enough to take up all his time.

He did not have to attend classes during the summer vacation, so he concentrated in the laboratory, focusing on one of the projects and completing the experimental exploration. After school started, he began to organize the experimental data and search for similar research literature in preparation for writing his paper.

With all these things mixed together, plus having to take care of Nian Nian, Jian Zhinian was so busy that he had to rely on students to remind him to eat and drink.

On the last day of September, K University had a seven-day National Day holiday.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Jian Zhinian picked up Nian Nian from the kindergarten and was about to take her back to his residence.

Mu Qingyuan called, and Jian Zhinian remembered that he had promised Mu Qingyuan to meet on November 11. Looking at Nian Nian in his arms, he was suddenly at a loss for a moment.

The continuous ringing did not give him enough time to think, and he answered the phone -

"Qing Yuan..."

"Zhizhi, I'm waiting for you at your door. When will you be back?"

In my ears, Mu Qingyuan's usual calm and low voice now revealed undisguised expectation.

Jian Zhinian replied: "You go in first, I'll be back soon."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

Half an hour later, Jian Zhinian took Nian Nian's hand and the moment he opened the door, the unfamiliar aroma of food entered his nose and he stood at the entrance in a daze.

"You're back? I bought some food on the way here, and I thought you probably haven't eaten yet, so I decided to use the kitchen. You don't mind, do you?"

Jian Zhinian shook his head blankly and said, "I don't mind."

"Dinner will be served soon, please sit in the living room for a while."

"it is good……"

His house is not big, just three bedrooms, and he lives alone. The cafeteria at K University is enough to satisfy all his appetites. Except for the occasional bowl of noodles, he has never cooked at home.

He never expected that one day, the moment he opened the door, someone in the kitchen would turn around and say, "Dinner will be ready soon," with a spatula in hand.

Jian Zhinian sat on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Mu Qingyuan who was busy in the kitchen, his mind full of thoughts...

Therefore, he didn't notice the abnormality of the little girl next to him.

As soon as Nian Nian entered the door, she saw her familiar father and almost screamed out loud.

She secretly looked up at her uncle, quickly covered her mouth, and rolled her eyes slyly. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, her uncle didn't discover the secret between her and her grandmother...

So, Nian Nian, who had a little secret in her heart, did not disturb Jian Zhinian's wandering mind at all, and played with toys obediently aside.

In the past two days, there are more and more children's things in his house, some brought from the villa and some newly purchased.

Mu Qingyuan finished quickly and served four dishes and a soup.

His long-sleeved shirt was rolled up at his forearms, and he untied his apron with his backhand and hung it on the side of the refrigerator. His chiseled face was full of smiles.

"Zhizhi, wash your hands and eat." Mu Qingyuan looked at Jian Zhinian gently.

Jian Zhinian's eyes were slightly red. After washing Nian Nian's hands, he walked to Mu Qingyuan and formally introduced her: "Qingyuan, she is Nian Nian."

Afterwards, Jian Zhinian said to Nian Nian: "Niannian, this is your uncle's friend Mu Qingyuan, you can also call him...uncle..."

Nian Nian looked back at Jian Zhinian, then looked at the 'Dad' in front of her. She didn't want to call him uncle.

So, the little girl opened her arms to Mu Qingyuan and said sweetly: "Hug..."

Seeing the little girl's bright smile, Mu Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then he put aside his inner strangeness, hugged Nian Nian in his arms, and said to Jian Zhinian with a smile: "Nian Nian seems to like me very much..."

Jian Zhinian stared blankly at the heartwarming scene in front of him, his eyes a little dazed. Was his selfish self-protection a kind of harm to Nian Nian?

"Zhizhi, why are you in a daze? Sit down and eat."

"Uncle, it's time to eat. We have Nian Nian's favorite cola chicken wings."

Jian Zhinian suddenly came back to his senses and saw that Nian Nian had sat obediently on the chair next to Mu Qingyuan. There was a small children's bowl in front of the little girl, and she was holding children's training chopsticks in her hands, gnawing on cola chicken wings.

The corners of her mouth were covered with sweet oil stains. Jian Zhinian took a piece of paper to wipe them for her. She didn't even notice the curvature of her mouth.

On the way, he was still thinking about where to take Nian Nian out for dinner tonight, but he didn't expect that they would end up eating at home.

"Qingyuan, thank you..."

Jian Zhinian lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Mu Qingyuan's expression at the moment.

I am trying my best to do what Mu Qingyuan said.

And he should also let go of his past grudges and resentments.

His waiting, his grievances, his fears, even though he kept telling himself that it was all in the past, were actually buried deep in his heart, brooding over them...

Mu Qingyuan saw Jian Zhinian's transformation, and he secretly felt lucky that he had done the right thing.

Only if he treats Nian Nian sincerely will Jian Zhinian accept him again.

However, Mu Qingyuan couldn't help feeling jealous. In Jian Zhinian's heart, he was not as good as a child.

Among the three people's dinner, only Nian Nian ate with relish and had a full stomach.

With a new child in the room, Mu Qingyuan and Jian Zhinian couldn't do anything intimate. While Jian Zhinian was helping Nian Nian take a bath, Mu Qingyuan opened the door and lit a cigarette in the corridor.

Jian Zhinian's house is on the 26th floor, and the campus is extremely quiet during the holidays.

Standing on a high building and looking at the night sky in the distance, looking up, he saw a few stars, and looking down, he saw the lights of the world. Mu Qingyuan exhaled a puff of cigarette, his deep eyes hidden in the darkness, and no one knew what he was thinking.

He stood in the corridor for a long time. The autumn night wind was cool, but he didn't seem to feel cold at all. He stood there quietly, with his arms resting on the railing, his body slightly hunched.

After Jian Zhinian coaxed Nian Nian to sleep, he returned to the living room and did not see Mu Qingyuan. He was stunned for a moment. A gust of cold wind blew by, and then he noticed the half-open door.

When he walked out, he saw Mu Qingyuan's lonely silhouette in the corridor, and his heart ached inexplicably.

"Why did you come out?"

Jian Zhinian stood beside Mu Qingyuan and reached out to take the cigarette butt from Mu Qingyuan's fingertips.

He had done this action before in Mu Qingyuan's study.

Mu Qingyuan still remembered it clearly, and without thinking, he raised his hand to avoid Jian Zhinian's action and pinched it off.

"I had a craving for cigarettes, so I smoked one..."

Jian Zhinian looked at a few cigarette butts beside him and didn't expose him. He just said, "If you are not feeling well, smoke less."

Mu Qingyuan heard this, his deep eyes flashed, and he was slightly surprised: "What did you say?"

"Smoke less, it's bad for your health. Go back to your room and sleep."

Jian Zhinian reached out and held Mu Qingyuan's hand. The back of his hand was cold and he didn't know how long he had been standing outside.

Feeling the warmth, Mu Qingyuan grasped it with his backhand, took a step forward, and naturally put his other arm around Jian Zhinian's waist, pulling him in with force, holding him in his arms.

"Zhizhi, where should I sleep tonight?"