When will Mr. Xu be reinstated?

Chapter 18 Destined to be Locked

When Mu Chi realized it, he had already been imprisoned on the sofa by Jing Yu, and the top three buttons of his shirt were also undone, hanging loosely on his body.

Jing Yu firmly pressed his shoulder with one hand, and clasped his back tightly with the other hand, lifting him up with his back, so that the two of them were close to each other.The sharp teeth light/bite/suck/suck at his collarbone, licking back and forth.

Bursts of numbness ran through his whole body, accompanied by the fiery breath biting every inch of Mu Chi's pores.He was forced to raise his neck, his fingers gripping the edge of the sofa tightly, his pink fingernails turned white due to blood congestion.He couldn't help it anymore, bit his lip and let out a muffled groan.

Jing Yu didn't realize it at all, and continued his actions, full of aggression, as if the person in front of him was a wonderful delicacy.

The wind blew the curtains, disturbing the ambiguity of the room.Even Cheng Cheng got into the cat's litter, poking out a small head to look at it, and shrank her feet, not daring to come out.

Mu Chi couldn't help but bend her calf slightly, and before the person on her body could take the next step, she pushed him with her knee.

"Go...turn off the lights." He struggled to squeeze out a few words through his teeth.

"No, I want to see you clearly." Jing Yu sat up on a straddle, looked down at Mu Chi's sinking face, tore off the tie on his chest vigorously, bent over Mu Chi's eyes gently, and walked around him The back of the head was knotted.

The black tie covered the jade-like porcelain white skin, adding a bit of abstinence.

Jing Yu took a breath, and lightly licked the tear mole at the corner of his eye with the tip of his tongue.

Mu Chi was so imprisoned by him that he couldn't move, she just gritted her teeth and moaned, "Xu, Jing, Yu!"

"Well, I'm here".Jing Yu's lips and tongue climbed up to his again, blocking his unfinished words, but one hand was dishonest, and slowly swiped down from Mu Chi's abdomen, entered into a thin layer of clothing, and rubbed vigorously repeatedly.

"Well... you..."

Jing Yu's movements were not gentle, but they gave Mu Chi a sharp pleasure.While rubbing vigorously, he bit Mu Chi's earlobe and swallowed the spring rain orchid fragrance. "It's nice that you call me by my name. Say it again."

"In your dreams."

"Call me." As Jing Yu said, he took his hand up from below and pressed Mu Chi's arm, preventing him from moving.The lips also slid all the way, slid over the wet collarbone, slid over the sweaty chest, and slid over the soft midline of the abdomen.

"Muchi, call me by my name...call me."

"no……"

When Mu Chi woke up, it was already daylight.The two of them were lying on the bed naked, the quilt was messily rolled up on one side, and there was still a faint ambiguous atmosphere in the air.

"Are you awake?" A low voice greeted.

Mu Chi turned his neck, but found a pain. He frowned and looked at Jing Yu, and said, "Wake up so early?"

"Well, I didn't sleep."

Mu Chi's eyes widened slightly, "Have you been up all this time?"

"Ah."

"why?"

Jing Yu's brows drooped, "I'm afraid that you will disappear when I open my eyes."

Mu Chi blinked her eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Mr. Xu, this is my home."

Jing Yu, however, had quick eyes and quick hands, taking advantage of the smile on Mu Chi's lips, kissed him quickly, and muttered, "Then I'm afraid too."

"Well, it's a good thing I didn't wake up in the middle of the night."

"why?"

"When you open your eyes and see someone next to you staring at you, you will be scared to death."

"I can't bear to scare you." While speaking, Jing Yu hugged Mu Chi and rubbed his chin against his hair.

"I'm hungry." Mu Chi kicked his ankle.

"I'll get you breakfast." Jing Yu kissed the hair of the person in his arms, and got up and got out of bed.

"You did it?"

"Of course, I did it early in the morning." Jing Yu raised his chin.

"It's so rare that the young master can cook."

"Anyway, I have been abroad for eight years, and I would have starved to death without knowing how to cook." As soon as he finished speaking, Jingyu regretted it, really talking too much.

"I'm going to wash up." Mu Chi's tone was light, and the smile on the corner of her mouth disappeared without a trace.

The two sat facing each other and had breakfast, as if the happy atmosphere in bed just now was just an illusion.

"The rice you cooked..." Mu Chi took another sip of the porridge and said coldly, "It's not that good."

"what?"

"I really don't know how you survived these eight years."

Jing Yu's eyes widened, "Although it's not as delicious as your cooking, it's not that bad."

"I'm very picky." Mu Chi wiped his mouth slowly.

"……I will work hard."

Mu Chi got up, "I'm going out for a while, I'll be back at night."

"Today is the weekend." Jing Yu's tone was a little bit aggrieved, and it was hard for him to spare a day.

"There are some things to be busy." Mu Chi paused, "Sorry, I will tell you in advance."

The little expression of grievance disappeared immediately - Mu Chi said "later".

It was only ten o'clock when Mu Chi arrived at Dean Zhang's house.As soon as he parked the car in the parking space, WeChat alerts sounded one after another.

[Wan Chi, where do I put my things? 】

Jingyu sent a photo of the suitcase he brought over yesterday.

【casual】

[Mu Chi, your closet is huge. 】

【so? 】

【Can I put it in? 】

【casual】

【As per your order! 】

Mu Chi shook his head with a smile, put down his phone, and walked into the residential building.Dean Zhang lives in the family area of ​​University A, a quaint residential building with ivy crawling all over the wall.

"Muchi is here? Why are you being so polite, and you still bring so many things!"

"Master, long time no see."

"Hey, it hasn't been long!" Ms. Wu took the gift from Mu Chi's hand, "Come in, your teacher is writing calligraphy in the room!"

Mu Chi changed her slippers and walked into the living room.The living room is simple and elegant. There are many landscape paintings on the wall, some of which are authentic works, and some are copied by Dean Zhang himself.

"Mu Chi, come over and have a look at the font designed for Shixin, how about it?"

"Yeah," Mu Chi leaned closer, "The brush is full of ink, and the iron is painted with silver hooks. It has a majestic feeling."

"Hahaha! Muchi is my confidant!"

"Where, the knowledge is shallow, and it's just a little show off."

"It's wrong to say that," Dean Zhang shook his head, "You are my student, and you claim to have little knowledge. Is it because your teacher didn't teach you well?"

"Hahaha, dare not dare."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore," Dean Zhang became serious, "Speak seriously."

"Well, teacher." Mu Chi guessed that it should be the scientific research project that Teacher Zhang mentioned some time ago.

"You have just been evaluated as an associate professor. You must be cautious when applying for social science fund projects, and you must take another step on the basis of your doctoral thesis, so that you will be more likely to be transferred to a tenure-track teaching position when you are assessed next year."

"Yeah." Mu Chi nodded, his doctoral thesis was about the cultural practice of art, and the cases in it were all from Mu Chi's personal practice during his Ph. Father's company, the big party of the research group.Moreover, the current position of associate professor, to be precise, is a quasi-teaching position, which needs to pass the assessment before it can be converted into a permanent teaching position, and the competition is quite fierce.

"Speaking of which, I'm dragging you down." Dean Zhang patted Mu Chi on the shoulder, "The comprehensive business culture project I told you about last time may be going to be obsolete. I originally wanted to use this to expand my research direction."

"what happened?"

"According to the gossip, my nemesis contacted Xu's senior management and asked to leave the project ahead of schedule."

The teacher's nemesis, Mu Chi, also knew that he was a professor from a sister school. The two had conflicting tempers, and often confronted each other. Although Mu Chi had no problem with this professor, as a student of Dean Zhang, he naturally belonged to Dean Zhang's faction.

However, when did the teacher mention to him that the source of the project was Xu?

"Huh? What you told me last time was... Xu's project?"

"Hey, didn't I tell you? In terms of commercial development practice, there is no platform higher than theirs." Dean Zhang looked at Mu Chi suspiciously, "I thought you took over the project of their creative brigade It’s to get familiar with their group’s style in advance.”

Mu Chi pursed his lips. At that time, the teacher only told him that the new fund project can be properly cross-border based on the original theoretical basis, and it will be easier to produce results.

"Then do you have any new ideas?"

"We have a high moral quality, and we can't do things like people behind our backs." Dean Zhang snorted coldly, and then regretted, "Since this is already the case, let's continue to cooperate with Shengchen."

"Aren't they leading cultural development? When did they get involved in commercial projects?"

"I also heard from your elder sister that they have plans to march in this area. Specifically, Qingchuan will come in a while, and I asked you to come here so that you can get to know each other so that we can communicate in the future."

"Qingchuan?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Qingchuan is the son of your elder sister, and he has only gradually taken over Shengchen's business in the past two years. It's normal that you haven't had any contact with him before."

The eldest sister's son, Shen Jue's brother?I heard from Shen Jue that the reason why he ran away from home was because his elder brother was too domineering, and I don't know if this Shen Qingchuan is easy to get along with.

While speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Mu Chi walked over to open the door, and what caught her eyes was a young man with an outstanding temperament, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, elegant, and a shirt and trousers, neat and tidy.There is also a faint scent of cologne.It looks about 185, about the same height as Xu Jingyu, half a head taller than him.

"Hello, does Professor Zhang live here?" The visitor was a little surprised to see that the person who opened the door was a stranger.

The voice was unexpectedly clear.It's not as scary as Shen Jue said.

"Yes." Mu Chi turned sideways and invited the young man in.

"Qingchuan is here?" The teacher's wife came out of the kitchen when she heard the voice.

"Well, grandma."

"Oh, you and Mu Chi are really destined to each other, and the things you bring are exactly the same."

Mu Chi looked at the box of sea cucumbers brought by the young man and couldn't help but chuckle.

Shen Qingchuan was puzzled at first, but when he saw the identical gift box on the desk, he also laughed, "I'm really embarrassed."

"Hahaha, come and sit." Dean Zhang introduced them to each other, "Muchi, this is your elder sister's eldest son, named Shen Qingchuan, and this is my student Cheng Muchi I mentioned to you. "

"Hello, Mr. Cheng, I have long admired your name."

"Thank you, Mr. Shen is a young talent."

The two simply shook hands.

"Okay, okay, don't be self-effacing, eat first, and then talk about business after eating."