Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Chapter 208 Qing An: I still can’t hook you up after entering your home?

New Year's Eve.

The day before New Year's Eve.

The bustling and bustling S City on weekdays seems like an empty city at this time of year, quiet and somewhat lonely.

In Zhiyuan Technology Building, Jiang Shaoqing, dressed in a suit and tie, stayed in the public relations department until the last minute of get off work.

This year, Mu Qingyuan went to H City to spend the New Year with his mother-in-law and daughter.

Now that his brother has a family, he is left alone.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Shaoqing could call on his friends and gather a large group of people.

But on a special day like the Spring Festival, which is a family-oriented day, he is at a disadvantage.

It's not that I haven't thought about buying a plane ticket and traveling across the ocean to find Zhou Rui; or signing up with a travel agency and going on a spontaneous trip.

only……

He pressed the elevator button and saw another person in the elevator who, like him, had nowhere to put his body.

The moment he saw Mu Qing'an, Jiang Shaoqing instinctively raised his eyebrows: "Hey, Mr. Mu, where are you going? You're carrying a suitcase!"

Faced with Jiang Shaoqing's inexplicable provocation, Mu Qing'an was in a bad mood.

"Didn't you tell me last time that there was a hotel across from the company? I'll go there for a few days..."

I am alone when I go home, but at least there is cleaning service in the hotel in the morning and evening, and I can always hear someone talking.

These days, he was just hanging out in the CEO's lounge. His elder brother had been spending less and less time at the headquarters recently, so he just acquiesced to his behavior.

Of course, almost all the furniture in the lounge was replaced with new ones by his eldest brother.

He was somewhat touched.

During the seven-day Spring Festival holiday, the building was closed, water and electricity were cut off, and it was no longer suitable for living, so he had to find another place to live.

He has a single-family villa in S City, but he hasn't been back for almost a year...

Mu Qingan thought about returning to K University dormitory, but... he thought that during the New Year peak, he would not compete with people who urgently needed to go home for air tickets and train tickets...

Anyway...

The elevator door opened on the first floor and Mu Qingan walked out...

Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed.

He turned around stupidly and asked, "What's wrong? Brother Jiang."

Jiang Shaoqing only realized what he had done when he heard Mu Qingan's voice...

"Well, I think you shouldn't stay at the hotel. If you're alone during the Spring Festival, it will be a joke for everyone. I won't be able to explain to your brother if anyone tells others about it. If you don't mind, just come to my house."

"We are all alone anyway, so why don't we just spend the New Year together?"

……

Mu Qingan sat in the passenger seat, leaning his chin against the car window, looking at the empty street outside the window.

He turned around and looked at Jiang Shaoqing who was driving seriously.

It seems that I am not so lonely anymore.

Jiang Shaoqing stopped at the nearest supermarket to his home and bought some new daily necessities.

Mu Qingan was surprised at his attentiveness. In fact, he had brought everything in his small suitcase. Of course, it might not be so complete...

The door opened, and Mu Qing'an saw Jiang Shaoqing's home for the first time.

Light luxury, bright colors.

For one person, it would be even more desolate if the decoration is too cold.

"Brother Jiang, your home's decoration style is nice."

Mu Qing'an put on new slippers and expressed her approval of Jiang Shaoqing's aesthetic taste.

Jiang Shaoqing frowned, took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and rolled it up little by little.

In an instant, the feeling of being a workplace elite faded a little, and was replaced by the warmth of everyday home life.

"That's the guest room. The quilts are in the closet. An auntie cleans it every day. You can pick the one you like and put it on. Don't be shy. Treat this as your own home and make yourself comfortable..."

Mu Qing'an's eyes moved around and he walked around Jiang Shaoqing's house cautiously.

The apartment has two bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms, and each area is very large. In a place like S City where every inch of land is valuable, Jiang Shaoqing lives a pretty good life.

There are green plants on the balcony and fresh flowers on the dining table, with water droplets dripping on them.

He put the suitcase in the guest room and did not pack it immediately. Instead, he walked back to the living room and saw Jiang Shaoqing busy in the kitchen.

"Brother Jiang, can you cook?"

He came forward to take a look and asked politely, "Do you want my help?"

Jiang Shaoqing looked up at him. What could a young master who had never been in the kitchen do?

"No, sit over there and wait for dinner."

Mu Qing'an was very well behaved. She sat at the dining table and watched Jiang Shaoqing busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.

The kitchen is open, and men in the kitchen are sometimes a sight in themselves.

His heartbeat accelerated unconsciously.

The attention has always been on Jiang Shaoqing.

Didn't take my eyes away...

He stood up suddenly and said in a panic, "Jiang, Jiang, I'll go clean up the guest room."

Jiang Shaoqing turned around and saw someone rushing into the guest room rashly. He didn't do anything, right?

Well, maybe all spoiled young people are easily startled like this.

He forgot that he was only twenty-seven, just as young.

Mu Qing'an packed up his things, hid in the guest room, and slapped his forehead to clear the illusion in his mind.

He returned to the restaurant and saw Jiang Shaoqing already serving the dishes. He happily stepped forward to help.

Dinner for two was a sumptuous meal.

Spicy boiled beef, spicy crab legs, braised winter bamboo shoots, old duck soup, and a plate of fried green vegetables.

Jiang Shaoqing took out a dozen beers, opened two cans, and handed him one.

"It should be spicy, right?"

Young people’s appetite is enough to make them buy spicy crayfish. It is impossible for them not to eat spicy food.

Mu Qingan was enjoying the spicy beef in his mouth. He nodded silently, swallowed it, and then said, "Eat, Brother Jiang, I didn't expect you to be such a good cook! It's even better than my brother's cooking."

Jiang Shaoqing paused with his chopsticks, and said with a hint of coldness in his smile, "Oh, have you eaten the food cooked by your brother?"

Speaking of his brother, Mu Qing'an's expression became more vivid, and he said, "Well, it's all thanks to my sister-in-law, otherwise I wouldn't be able to have it."

"Tsk, you are quite self-aware."

Mu Qing'an belatedly realized the strangeness in Jiang Shaoqing's tone and thought carefully about what he had said. There didn't seem to be anything wrong, right?

Brother Jiang and his brother have a very close relationship.

Not to the point of not being able to mention...

Never mind. I don’t understand.

Just keep your head down and eat.

……

Jiang Shaoqing looked at the five dishes in front of him. Except for the soup, the others were finished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tsk, is it still the age of growing up?

So edible?

Or, is it just that delicious?

Under Jiang Shaoqing's surprised gaze, Mu Qing'an rubbed his belly.

He had been eating takeout for almost a month, and when he suddenly had such a homely and delicious dish that suited his appetite, he couldn't help but...

Moreover, everyone went back home during the Chinese New Year, and many stores were closed. He didn’t even get to order takeout at noon…

"Brother Jiang, let me clean up."

Mu Qingan put down his chopsticks. He still had to take action...

Jiang Shaoqing did not stop him. In the living room, he slowly made a pot of tea. The sound of porcelain bowls colliding against each other was crisp beside his ears, and his hands were steady and calm as he made tea.

"Brother Jiang, I'm done washing..."

"Well, thank you, little An An is awesome!"

Jiang Shaoqing didn't say that he had a dishwasher at home, and someone wanted to show off, so he took the opportunity to find out more...

Mu Qingan heard this: …………

As a child? That doesn't seem right...

Jiang Shaoqing brought a cup of tea and said, "Have some tea."

After drinking the tea, Mu Qing'an couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster. Jiang Shaoqing had been immersed in the public relations department for many years and had a wide range of knowledge and skills.

He is good at billiards, baseball, and golf.

He can drink red wine, white wine and beer without changing his expression.

As for the more elegant ones, he also learned calligraphy and tea art quite well.

This was the first time Mu Qingan had seen him make tea. After all, with his current status, there were very few people who could ask Jiang Shaoqing to make tea for them personally...

I have to admit that Jiang Shaoqing is such an elite, and when he makes tea, it has a unique... flavor?

Some can't take their eyes away.

He was still wearing the same suit trousers and white shirt he wore when he first came in. His sleeves were rolled up over his wrists, revealing his muscular forearms. He removed the restraint of his tie and unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt.

From Mu Qingan's high vantage point, he could vaguely see the man's muscular chest.

Although Jiang Shaoqing is very successful in the business world, he never fails to exercise.

He should have experienced it once personally...but his memory is a little fuzzy...

"Have you seen enough?"

Suddenly, a low and hoarse voice sounded.

Mu Qingan hurriedly came back to his senses and said, "Enough...ah, that's not what I meant..."

Jiang Shaoqing chuckled, his brows showing a hint of joy.

He drank the tea in his cup and stood up.

"If you like, sit here and have a couple more drinks. I'm going to take a shower."

“Go, go…”

Mu Qingan stuttered.

No, just take a shower, why are you telling me anything...

Why should I answer!

what--

Jiang Shaoqing walked into the bedroom and entered the bathroom, with a smile of success on his face.

You little brat, even after entering his home, you still can’t arouse this kid’s worldly desires. There’s no point in Jiang Shaoqing’s future!

Mu Qing'an sat in the living room, drinking tea, one cup after another, trying to calm his pounding heart.

"Is the tea delicious?"

Someone's voice sounded again, and Mu Qing'an turned his head:

puff--

“Cough, cough, cough, cough…”

"The tea I brewed is so delicious that you almost vomited. How much did you drink..."

Jiang Shaoqing smiled and reached out to pat Mu Qingan on the back.

Mu Qing'an lowered his head and patted his chest. What he saw was Jiang Shaoqing's naked legs. His bathrobe clearly covered his knees, but he couldn't help coughing even harder...

This person, does he have to appear so... exciting... and evil...

"Why did you come out dressed like this?"

Mu Qingan finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and accused with red eyes.

Jiang Shaoqing narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms, and said coldly, "How am I dressed?"

Mu Qing'an was speechless for a moment.

Well, Jiang Shaoqing actually dresses very normally.

A dark blue silk bathrobe with the belt tied tightly around the waist. At home, this kind of dress is quite proper.

It’s just that the texture of silk is too good…

It’s just that Jiang Shaoqing has such a good figure…

The scene was too sudden and too shocking to Mu Qingan's eyes. He, he felt a little guilty that he was being seduced by others...

“No, no… I was just talking nonsense…”

Boy, you are talking nonsense. Not only are you talking nonsense, but you are also young and full of vigor...

It can't be covered anymore.

"I'm done washing, you can go wash one too."

"Yeah, yes, yes, I'll take a shower too..."

Mu Qing'an fled again.

Jiang Shaoqing packed up the tea set, crossed his legs, and looked towards the bathroom, listening to the sound of gurgling water.

For the first time, there was the presence of another person and the sounds of another person in his home.

He made himself a cup of tea, took a sip, his Adam's apple moving up and down, and swallowed it into his stomach.

The tea is too strong.

I'm afraid tonight will be a sleepless night.

Jiang Shaoqing put down the teacup. It was getting late. Tonight was the first time the little rabbit came into the house, and he couldn’t scare it away.

He got up, went into the bedroom, closed the door, and never came out again.

Mu Qing'an came out of the shower and saw that there was no one in the living room, but the lights were on.

I feel a little lost, but also a little... I feel like I have escaped a disaster...

He let out a long breath, turned off the light, and entered the room.

Perhaps because he drank too much strong tea in the evening, Mu Qing'an tossed and turned the whole night and couldn't fall asleep for half the night.

He finally fell asleep, but in his dream Jiang Shaoqing appeared in his pajamas, and he woke up suddenly...

I looked at the time and it was only five o'clock.

He wiped his face and sat up.

Get out of bed and go to the bathroom. When you wake up, the first thing you do is go to the bathroom.

On his way back to his room, he passed by the master bedroom and found the door was closed. He was a little upset because they didn't talk last night...

Back in the bedroom, Mu Qingan fell asleep under the quilt. When he opened his eyes again, it was ten o'clock! !

When he is alone, twelve o'clock is never too late.

But now he is living in Jiang Shaoqing's house, and he doesn't want to leave an impression of being lazy.

The door of the guest room suddenly opened. Jiang Shaoqing turned back from the kitchen and saw Mu Qingan wearing light blue cotton pajamas. There was actually a little rabbit on the front of the pajamas...

He looked sleepy and had messy hair.

Jiang Shaoqing took a closer look and said, "Awake? You seem to be in a hurry. Doesn't it smell good?"

"Ah, I'll be right away."

The door of the guest room slammed shut again.

Ten minutes later, Mu Qing'an changed into a set of casual clothes, looking youthful and energetic.

There was a large bowl of noodles on the dining table, which smelled delicious. There was also a large plate of braised beef and a small plate of peanuts on the table.

Jiang Shaoqing sat down opposite him: "Coriander, right? I put a lot of cilantro in it."

"eat!"

Sure enough, I read that right.

Mu Qing'an eats with relish and is an ideal dining partner.

Jiang Shaoqing himself ate two more bites.

Mu Qing'an was still the one washing the dishes, playing the unique melody of the kitchen.

Jiang Shaoqing was a little curious. With such a big scene, how did this person manage to keep all the plates and bowls intact?

Today is New Year's Eve, and Jiang Shaoqing had already thought about his itinerary last night.

"I'm going to the supermarket to buy food later. What do you want to eat? I'll give you a chance to order!"

Mu Qingan wiped his hands and said, "I'm not picky. I'll eat whatever I'm given. Well, as for the supermarket, let's go together. I also want to buy something."

It’s New Year’s Day, we can’t stay at someone else’s house empty-handed.

He was the one who was shopping at the supermarket and came to pay.

He doesn't have much else, but he has quite a lot of money.

So Jiang Shaoqing put on his coat and took Mu Qingan, the young man, from the cocktail parties in the past to the supermarkets now...

He brought them all.

New experience.

Jiang Shaoqing was driving and whistling silently.

Mu Qing'an was feeling a bit confused, so much so that when Jiang Shaoqing pushed a big shopping cart and casually took his wrist at the supermarket entrance, he didn't notice anything unusual and just followed him...

It was not until he walked through the entire first floor of the supermarket and got off the elevator to another floor that he was shocked to realize that someone had been holding his hand for so long.

He calmly took it back and put it in his coat pocket.

The pocket of the clothes was not as warm as Jiang Shaoqing's hand...