Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Chapter 214 Qing An: Still want to have sex after drinking?

Mu Qing'an was probably very drunk.

He was very well behaved along the way, but the first thing he did when he got off the bus was to lean against the wall and lean against a trash can to vomit violently.

Jiang Shaoqing despised him like a dog.

He doesn't drink a lot, but he drank so much.

Mu Qing'an had vomited enough, so he stood aside and handed over a wet wipe.

After finally feeling refreshed, the words he said were still so unpleasant to hear——

"This is not my home, I want to go home!"

In the basement, Mu Qing'an stood still.

It was past one in the morning. Jiang Shaoqing was exhausted after a busy day. He had neither the time nor the energy to argue with Mu Qingan about these things.

He held Mu Qingan's wrist and said, "The designated driver has left. It's too late today. Stay at my place first..."

Before he could finish his words, Mu Qing'an broke free from his hand.

Quite strong!

"No, I want to go home."

"Your cold villa, what are you going to do? You said you have no home, what's the point of going back to guard a house by yourself..."

"I want to go home, I want to go home..."

Mu Qing'an strode out like a unreasonable child.

His steps were a little untidy, and he took a winding path in the basement, going in the wrong direction several times, but he insisted on going home.

Jiang Shaoqing was furious.

If you want to reply, then reply. He won’t accompany you!

He strode back to the car and was about to lock it when he found Mu Qing'an's cell phone lying on the passenger seat.

damn it!

That kid Mu Qing'an is his nemesis.

A drunk person in the middle of the night or early morning, without a cell phone, is he going to walk home and lose contact?

Jiang Shaoqing slammed the steering wheel, got out of the car, slammed the door, and ran in the direction Mu Qingan had just gone.

A drunkard, walking quite fast.

Jiang Shaoqing saw Mu Qingan's lonely figure on the side of the road at the exit, and he walked stubbornly.

Going home.

Jiang Shaoqing was so annoyed by him that he lost his temper. He chased after him, grabbed his arm, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, stuffed the man in, and then got in himself.

"Give me the address!"

Mu Qingan gave an address.

It spans the entire north and south of S City.

Jiang Shaoqing's face turned black.

The taxi driver was happy to receive a big order. There were few cars in the middle of the night, so he was in a good mood and drove very fast.

At half past two, Jiang Shaoqing woke up Mu Qing'an, who was sleeping soundly on his legs.

"We're here. Which building?"

Mu Qing'an wiped his saliva, led the way and opened the door.

When he entered the room and bent down to change his shoes, he found that Jiang Shaoqing had followed him in.

He looked up and wondered: "What are you doing here..."

The corner of Jiang Shaoqing's mouth twitched.

"Mu Qing'an, you want to die, right? It's three in the morning, and you won't let me in?"

Jiang Shaoqing gritted his teeth, pushed away the person who was hesitating in front of him, took the initiative to grab the pair of slippers at the door, and glanced at them casually.

"Which room do I sleep in?"

He was really sleepy.

Mu Qing'an swallowed his saliva. He had been living alone in this villa for so many years, and he hadn't even used the study, let alone clean up other rooms.

"Which one?" Jiang Shaoqing urged.

"The first room on the second floor."

Jiang Shaoqing went upstairs and said, "Find me a set of pajamas, anything will do. Good night."

Mu Qing'an found another pair of slippers and when he entered the bedroom, he found Jiang Shaoqing taking a shower inside. He quickly found a loose bathrobe, knocked on the door and got in.

Then he went to the bathroom downstairs to take a shower.

When I returned to my bedroom, Jiang Shaoqing had already turned off the lights and fallen asleep.

He looked at the person who had taken over the magpie's nest, standing at the door, not knowing how to move forward or backward for a long time...

Just spend the night on the couch downstairs?

That won't work.

Why should he embarrass himself?

It’s not like we haven’t slept together before… Besides, this is his house, his room!

Why should he give in?

Correct!

Mu Qing'an convinced himself, tiptoed in in the dark, found the bed, and carefully put himself on it.

Well, that’s good. He bought a big bed so they don’t interfere with each other.

only……

When the sun was high in the sky, Mu Qingan opened her eyes and found herself in the man's arms...

He found the pajamas himself yesterday. They were a little small and tied loosely.

After rolling around all night, it had already dispersed.

Mu Qing'an swallowed, and before his brain could come to its senses, Jiang Shaoqing had already opened his eyes.

He saw Mu Qing'an in his arms and was a little surprised.

"Why are you here?"

Isn't this person always avoiding him, and yet he can sleep in the same bed with him?

Mu Qingan stuttered: "I, I... This is my room..."

Jiang Shaoqing said, "The first room on the second floor. You pointed the way. You pointed me to my room, ok?"

He sat on the bed and looked at Mu Qing'an with raised eyebrows.

"You still want to sleep with me after drinking?"

"You, what nonsense are you talking about? I only have this one room in my house..."

This guy is really good at turning the tables. Who, who wants to sleep with him?

Every time... he is the one who is more unlucky, okay!

Jiang Shaoqing chuckled and got up from the bed indifferently.

Anyway, I have slept and I have woken up.

Time cannot be reversed. Once is new, twice is familiar. Once you sleep in this bed, it will be the same.

He called his assistant and asked him to send some clothes.

During this time, he went to the first floor and opened the refrigerator, which was empty and contained only beer and water.

It's hard to cook without rice!

This boy lives a really good life!

Mu Qingan had already changed his clothes and said weakly, "I, I ordered takeout. It's expedited and will be here soon."

Jiang Shaoqing glanced at him and said coldly, "It's such a desolate and cold place. You're coming back in the middle of the night. Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid of encountering ghosts?"

Mu Qingan bit his lip and murmured, "Don't be afraid, it would be great if we could meet."

The ghost that others are afraid of may be the one he longs for and will never see again...

Mu Qingan's voice was too soft, and Jiang Shaoqing could only hear a vague hint of what he said.

idiot!

There are also those who want to see ghosts.

"There's no one in your room, what's the purpose of a ghost coming in?"

He sat casually on the sofa, being sarcastic as usual.

Mu Qing'an stood there, saying nothing.

No more mouth? No fun at all...

Suddenly, something flashed through Jiang Shaoqing's mind and he looked at Mu Qingan in surprise.

If he remembered correctly, everyone in the company was talking about the arrangements for the Qingming Festival...

He is an orphan, without a father or a mother.

If you have never gained it, there is no question of losing it.

There are no living parents, and even less dead parents.

He never felt any grief during the Qingming Festival.

But Mu Qingan is different, he seems to have a dead mother...

Thinking of this, Jiang Shaoqing panicked.

This feeling is indescribable. It has been a long time since he felt so awkward and overwhelmed.

He stood up, opened his mouth, and said, "Um... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, don't be sad... You see, this room is still very popular, full of masculine energy...

It’s cleaned up nicely… The flowers in the yard are blooming luxuriantly… There are all kinds of colors…”

Jiang Shaoqing was a little at a loss for words, God knows what he was talking about!