Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Bu Jia hung on her like an octopus, and Mu Qing carried him upstairs.

She put him on the bed in the bedroom, grabbed the back collar and took off his shirt. The texture lines on his back were tight and tense, very attractive. There were some scratches on it and the color was very light.

Bujia rested her elbows on the bed, slightly supporting her body. Under the bright light, she was so beautiful that it made people dazzled. Her eyes were a little dazed, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

There seemed to be hot and faint fire clusters burning deep in the young man's eyes. His gaze descended from her chest, to her tight and narrow waist, and then down...

Bujia felt numb all over his body, as if he was being scratched with feathers, itching uncomfortably.

He seemed to be sick, and only brother Mu Qing could cure this disease.

He knelt on the bed and crawled over, raising his little face, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wet.

Mu Qing looked at him, smiled softly, grabbed his waist and held him in her arms, "Do you want to come in with me?"

Bujia nodded quickly.

It was half past midnight, and the young man was curled up in Mu Qing's arms, his cheeks flushed, his black hair stuck to his white forehead with sweat, his eyes half-closed, and his breathing was still disordered.

Mu Qing put her palms on his thin back, comforting him again and again.

It took Bujia a while to recover, and he rubbed his cheek against her body, like a milk cat that relied entirely on its owner, soft and docile.

His voice was gentle and he spoke in a low voice, "Brother, I want to go home."

Mu Qing paused and held the boy completely in her arms, "Did grandpa call you?"

"Yes." The young man frowned delicately, "Grandpa said that he has been feeling a little unwell recently."

"Then I'll go back with you and take grandpa to the hospital."

"it is good……"

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Mu Qing arranged the work and took Bu Jia home.

At that time, the CEO of MJ Ventures, the mysterious Mr. J, also announced his identity for the first time.

Someone took a photo of her. In the dark night, Mr. Xue, who had been working outside for MJ, stood respectfully beside the car.

What was very surprising was that a young man with silver hair got out of the car.

She looks too young, in her twenties at most, but she has a very outstanding temperament.

Just standing there, wearing a well-tailored black suit with expensive fabrics, a silver brooch on the chest, slightly lowered head, deep and beautiful eyebrows, high nose bridge, slightly pursed red lips, silver hair shining brightly against the moonlight The silver glow is so beautiful that it doesn’t look like a real person.

Everyone marveled at his appearance and how accomplished he was at such a young age.

The powerful people in the imperial capital had various thoughts and wanted to strike up a conversation with Mu Qing, but they could not find him anywhere.

Mu Bo was so regretful that he vomited blood. When he confirmed that Mu Qing was Mr. J, who was now so powerful in the imperial capital, he was stimulated and fell ill.

His face was pale and haggard, and he lay in bed for many days.

The more I think about it, the more I regret it. The more I regret it, the more I can't help but think about it.

During this time, the phone at home almost never stopped ringing.

After all, Mu Qing had attended the Mu Group's banquet, and many people knew that she was the eldest young master of the Mu family.

Everyone called Mu Boshi with only one purpose, but they wanted to use him to climb a high branch, but that high branch was Mu Qing, whom he had always looked down upon.

Mu Boshi wanted to throw the phone down, but he couldn't offend everyone. He had to be polite and polite to shirk.

Another call was hung up.

Mu Boshi couldn't help but feel a little wet in his eyes. He couldn't help but think, if he hadn't treated Mu Qing so much before, how proud he would be to have such an outstanding son.

But now, they are not related by blood, but she no longer recognizes him as her father.

Her strength and status were already hard to shake, and there was nothing she could do about it.

He could only watch her being surrounded by stars, unattainable, and regret it for the rest of his life.

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Mu Qing took Bu Jia home, had a meal with Grandpa Bu first, stayed one night, and took him to the hospital the next day.

After examination, it was found that Grandpa Bu did have some physical problems. Like those elderly people, they were all problems such as high blood pressure, diabetes, and cerebral infarction.

The doctor said that Grandpa Bu has had high blood pressure for more than 20 years, and it is inevitable that he will suffer from various diseases.

After coming out of the hospital, Bujia felt as if his heart was being grasped by a hand, but he could do nothing but worry.

After all, Grandpa Bu is already here.

Bujia spoke earnestly and said over and over again: "Grandpa, you must take your medicine well. Eat what the doctor says. You should also eat less oil and less salt in your daily meals. Do you know?"

Grandpa Bu didn't seem to take it seriously and smiled. His relaxed look really comforted Bu Jia.

"I know, I know. When you get old, who can live without some disease or pain? At my age, I have already stepped into the coffin with one foot. The only person I can't worry about is you..."

Bujia couldn't hear him say this, and her nose felt a little sore, "If you say this again, I will be angry."

Grandpa Bu smiled and said, "If you don't tell me, don't tell me..."

Mu Qing walked behind them, with a gentle curve at the corner of her mouth, but it made people shudder inexplicably.

When she came to the car, she quickly put away her indifference and helped Grandpa Bu open the back door. She said in a gentle voice, "Grandpa, slow down."

Mu Qing and Bu Jia stayed here for a few days and then returned to the imperial capital.

Later, I only came back a few times during Chinese New Year and holidays.

Mu Qing suddenly felt that there was nothing intolerable.

Bu Jia was often trapped in a suburban villa by Mu Qing, unable to leave the house. At first he also yearned for the outside world, but later he liked staying at home more and more and no longer was curious about the fun things outside.

When he was alone, he was very good at entertaining himself, and later he really developed a love for art.

Mu Qing spent a lot of money to build a studio for him, which has everything you need, except what you can't think of.

This should be a studio that all painters find hard to refuse.

Bujia was sitting by the window, with a drawing board in front of him. The coat on his body had been stained with a lot of paint and was colorful. He wore a white earphone on his head, his eyes were black and bright, and there was a sweet smile on the corner of his bright red mouth.

The colors on the drawing board are superimposed, and the prototype of the snow-capped maple tree gradually emerges.

Bujia threw the paintbrush into the bucket and wanted to take a break. He took off his headphones and felt that there was a gaze watching him from behind.

He turned around and saw Mu Qing standing at the door.

"elder brother!"

Bujia habitually wanted to rush over and hug her, but looking at the paint on his coat, he thought it was better to forget it.

He came to the wall and pulled away a piece of cloth, revealing the drawing board behind it.

In the painting is a young man with silver hair and black clothes. Behind him is a long alley. He is looking over with deep eyes and a hint of indifference and sneer at the corners of his thin lips.

"I drew another one, do you like it?"

Mu Qing walked in and closed the door with her backhand. Under her thick black eyelashes, a trace of deep displeasure slowly settled in her beautiful black eyes.

She really didn't like it when his eyes stayed on anything for too long...

——Even if it is a dead thing, it will not work.