Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

At noon, Mu Qian had dinner, came out of the restaurant, bit his toothpick, and stopped in the street.

There is a big locust tree planted in the street. Under the locust tree squats a young man. He is thin and slim, with red lips and white teeth. His eyes are like autumn water. In this midsummer, he is like a rain in the scorching sun, clean and refreshing.

Bu Jia also saw Mu Qian, stared at him with dark eyes, looked at him for a few seconds, silently looked away, and poked the ants under the tree with a stick.

Bujia naturally knew Mu Qian.

He had seen Mu Qian coming out of Mu Qing's house in the past few days and knew that he was Mu Qing's younger brother.

Mu Qian narrowed his eyes slightly.

I didn't expect to meet him here.

He lives here?

Mu Qian walked over slowly, feeling slightly surprised by Bu Jia's beauty.

It was too dark last night, so I couldn't see much clearly. I just saw that he looked good. Today, under the sufficient sunlight, he was as clean and beautiful as an elf.

No wonder he could bend Mu Qing.

Mu Qian stood in front of Bu Jia, "Hey, what's your relationship with Mu Qing?"

Mu Qian's breath was not good.

Bujia looked at him timidly, dropped the stick and ran into the house.

Mu Qian looked at this house and realized that he lived here.

Mu Qian pouted, complaining in his heart that he was such a coward, and went home first.

On the way, the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. He recalled Bu Jia's every move, every expression, and every reaction.

Mu Qian stopped and said, "Damn, that's not a fool..."

Mu Qing, you are really punished!

After returning home, Mu Qing sat in the shade by the window of the living room.

Mu Qian kept wandering around the living room, his eyes scanning him, not knowing what was going on in his mind, and occasionally a strange smile would appear at the corner of his mouth.

Mu Qian finally stopped leaning against the sofa and seemed to just mention it casually, "Hey, I came back from dinner today and saw a boy about your age at the intersection. He is really handsome. Do you know him?"

Mu Qing looked over indifferently, as if there was ice that would never melt for thousands of years in his eyes.

Mu Qian's lips curved into a victor's smile, "It seems like we know each other."

The word 'brother' is pronounced with an accent, revealing a hint of danger.

Mu Qian hummed, obviously very satisfied with Mu Qing's reaction.

He stood in front of the mirror and flipped his hair refreshed, "I went out with my friends in the afternoon. I have been here for many days and I haven't done much shopping yet."

After saying that, he went out while humming a tune.

Mu Qian just wanted to laugh three times to the sky.

Mu Qing, Mu Qing, I have such a big handle in my hands, what should you do?

If he revealed this news to his father, let alone the inheritance, she might be kicked out of the house.

The more Mu Qian thought about it, the better he felt.

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After Mu Qian left, Mu Qing took out her mobile phone and sent Bu Jia a WeChat message.

"have you eaten yet?"

The other person quickly replied: "I've eaten."

"come over."

A few minutes later, Bujia entered the house.

It was very hot outside, and his delicate skin had a pink blush, and there were a few beads of sweat on his temples.

Mu Qing pulled the hot boy to sit next to him, wiped the sweat on his face with a handkerchief, and took out the prepared ice cream for him.

Bujia took a sip of ice cream, his eyes were bright and his voice was soft, "Thank you, brother."

Mu Qing: "Have you seen Mu Qian?"

There was white ice cream stuck to the corner of Bujia's mouth, and he stretched out his tongue to lick it off, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

He remembered the fierce man he had just seen and couldn't help but say, "He is not as good as his brother."

Mu Qing stared at the corners of Bu Jia's mouth, then reached out and rubbed his head as if nothing had happened.

"I won't study in the afternoon, let's play games."

The game console is in the living room.

Bujia sat on the carpet, finished the game, and couldn't help but look around the house.

Mu Qing didn't reveal anything, "What are you looking for?"

Bu Jia never saw Mu Qian and couldn't help but ask, "Can I come here in the future?"

In the past few days, Bu Jia deliberately wandered to the door of Mu Qing's house several times, but did not dare to come in.

"Come over anytime."

Mu Qing really didn't want Mu Qian to notice him, but if he did, it didn't matter.

When Bujia heard this, his eyes curled up like crescent moons.

When Mu Qian came back from outside, it was already evening outside.

Mu Qing was sitting on the carpet, with her back leaning against the sofa, holding a book and reading.

Bujia curled up on the carpet, with her legs as pillow and a thin blanket covering her belly, and fell asleep soundly.

Mu Qian was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

He went out all afternoon, and she actually brought the man into the house openly!

Mu Qian looked at the two of them. One was calm and the other was sleeping peacefully. He was very dissatisfied and just wanted to kick the stool to wake Bu Jia up.

Mu Qing glanced at him, her eyes seemed to be filled with fine snow, which made her feel cold.

Mu Qian's outstretched foot froze there. For a moment, he snorted imperceptibly and turned back to his room.

But the sound of his closing the door still woke Bujia up.

Bujia rubbed his eyes, got up from the ground, and looked outside. His eyes were filled with the orange color of the sunset. The heat and hustle and bustle of the day gradually disappeared, and the air was very quiet.

"It's so late..." The boy's voice was soft and vague as he just woke up, "I'm going home, brother."

Mu Qing sent him out of the house.

Mu Qian was in his bedroom, listening to the noise outside, thinking that that person should have left.

He continued typing on his notebook.

In order to highlight the protagonist's unique intelligence, Mu Qian has taken over the company's affairs at a young age and has done a good job.

Mu Boshi always compares Mu Qing and Mu Qian. Mu Qing, who has accomplished nothing and has an introverted and weak personality, seems to be useless in everything.

The next morning, Bujia came again.

Mu Qian came out of the room and met Bu Jia's eyes.

Bu Jia pursed her lips slightly and couldn't help but lean against Mu Qing.

Mu Qing was a little surprised at his sensitivity, "Why are you so afraid of him?"

Bujia shook his head.

He couldn't tell either.

I just feel that Brother Mu Qing's younger brother is very dangerous.

Mu Qian went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of ice water, then returned to his bedroom, treating Mu Qing and Bu Jia as if they were nothing.

At noon, Grandpa Bu called Bu Jia away.

Later, Mu Qian heard in the bedroom that Mu Qing and Bu Jia were talking on the phone outside, and Bu Jia said that he would not be able to come over in the afternoon.

In the evening, as the sky grew dark, Mu Qian stood at the door of his house, biting a popsicle.

In a shady place not far away, several old men were sitting and playing chess.

An old man waved a fan.

They are chatting.

"Lao Bu, I heard that you found a job for your grandson?"

"Is the job okay? He can do it?"

"What's wrong?" Grandpa Bu said, "Don't underestimate us Jiajia."

"Where is it?"

Grandpa Bu: “It’s a cold drink shop down the street.”

Mu Qian rolled his eyes and raised a nasty smile on his lips.

Late at night, almost twelve o'clock, the cold drink shop was still open.

The streets outside were almost empty of pedestrians.

Bujia yawned and prepared to wait until twelve o'clock before closing the door and going home.