Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

"..." Mu Qing looked into his clear eyes and was speechless for a moment.

This fool only cares about eating and not fighting.

If someone gives him a little benefit, he will run away with them.

He can remember every good thing in his heart, but when others treat him badly, he can forget the grievances he suffered after just sleeping.

Mu Qing put her hand on his head and gently rubbed his soft hair. Without saying anything, she took his hand again and said, "Go home."

Bu Jia followed Mu Qing like this. The panic and fear in his heart when he was at Xia Feifei's house dissipated little by little, and his heart was filled with an indescribable peace of mind, making him feel more comfortable than ever before.

Mu Qing took him on the way home and looked back at him. He was looking around, as if the ordinary scenery on both sides of the street had turned into something interesting in his eyes.

Those clear eyes reflected the people passing by, and the neon light gave birth to another splendid and prosperous world, shining brightly.

And the darkness in his eyes had long since disappeared silently.

It's good to be heartless.

Mu Qing sent Bu Jia to his door, "Go in."

Bu Jia pointed to the schoolbag in Mu Qing's hand, "My schoolbag."

Mu Qing had no intention of returning it to him, "Anyway, you are on vacation now. If you have nothing to do, go to my house and I will make up your classes."

Bujia said nothing and seemed to be hesitating.

Mu Qing pursed her lips, seeming a little unhappy, "I'm one year older than your friend, am I not better than them?"

Bujia suddenly realized.

Yes, my brother is older than Feifei, so he must know more than her.

Bujia nodded and said yes.

Mu Qing watched him enter the house and turned around to leave.

Grandpa Bu was waiting for Bu Jia to come back in the living room. He was anxious. When he heard the noise outside, he came to the window and saw that it was Mu Qing. He felt relieved inexplicably.

"Did you go out with that kid Mu Qing?"

Bu Jia turned around to find Grandpa Bu, covered the guilty look in his eyes, and nodded casually.

There seemed to be a happy smile on Grandpa Bu's lips, "Very good, you good-looking people should hang out together and avoid looking for those messy people in the future."

Bujia nodded in understanding, "Oh."

The next day, Bujia woke up, washed up, and went to find Mu Qing.

Mu Qing took him to her bedroom.

When entering the door, Bujia hesitated for a moment.

To be honest, he almost feels afraid of other people's bedrooms now.

But once he walked in, he forgot everything.

This bedroom is very large and is divided into two, one half is a sleeping area and the other half is a study area.

There is a big desk with fruits and drinks on it.

Two books were spread out there.

Mu Qing asked him to sit down, then sat next to him, took out a test paper and put it in front of him, then handed him a pen, "Let me take a look at your results."

Bujia gradually relaxed while holding the pen.

Brother is so kind.

He just made up the lessons and didn't say anything weird.

Bujia took a pen and answered the questions carefully. The test paper Mu Qing gave him was from junior high school, but even so, Bujia answered less than half of the questions.

Mu Qing pulled his test paper in front of her, and took away the pen in Bu Jia's hand. She placed the drink in front of Bu Jia, then opened the straw and put it in, and then placed the fruit in front of him.

Finally, he said in a calm and gentle voice: "I will correct the test paper and you can rest for a while."

Bujia nodded obediently, opened his mouth to hold the straw, the cold liquid slid into his throat, and a sweet taste spread in his mouth.

Bujia looked around the room while sipping his drink.

He had never seen such a cold and serious place. The whole room was cold, the furniture and four-piece suit were all black and white, and no bright colors could be seen.

After watching for a while, Bu Jia couldn't help but focus on Mu Qing.

Mu Qing held the pen and carefully marked the test paper. There was no fault in the delicate lines on the profile, as if it was fabricated by God himself?

Bujia just looked at her like this, a little dazed.

Mu Qing quickly corrected the test paper, put it aside, took out a blank test paper, and put it in front of Bu Jia, "Do this again."

After speaking, he raised his head and suddenly ran into the young man's clear eyes.

Bujia saw that she was looking too engrossed, and he didn't expect that she would suddenly look over and meet those beautiful obsidian eyes, which were filled with luster like broken stars, charming, dazzling, and bewitching.

Bujia was stunned. He lost his grip on the drink in his hand and poured it to the side. Some of the drink spilled out and soaked his white T-shirt, making it feel cold.

Bujia came to his senses instantly, his expression flustered.

Mu Qing calmly stretched out her hand to help him hold the drink steady, while taking out a paper towel and wiping the water stains on his body, "What are you thinking about?"

Bujia looked down at her beautiful hands, his heart pounding like a drum, his cheeks couldn't help but turn red, he shook his head and said, "No, it's nothing..."

Mu Qing went to the closet and took out a random piece of clothing, let Bu Jia put it on, and went out alone.

Bujia changed her clothes.

Mu Qing came back in, sat down next to him, handed him the pen, "Take this test paper."

Bujia said in a soft voice, "Okay."

Bujia took longer to do the questions this time.

A trace of doubt flashed in Mu Qing's eyes.

Shouldn't.

This test paper should be simpler.

Bu Jia was just a little absent-minded, and couldn't help but pay attention to Mu Qing next to him. Whenever he thought of her, his heart would beat fast.

Bu Jia finally finished it. Mu Qing took a quick glance and knew what he was doing.

Bujia's mastery of knowledge is only at the elementary school level.

He will be a senior in high school next year. It will be difficult to get into college...

Mu Qing moved closer to Bujia, holding a pen and telling him the first wrong question.

Taking into account the particularity of Bujia.

Mu Qing tried her best to answer questions that she could tell at a glance, and explained them in detail. After a few minutes, she looked at him and said, "Do you understand?"

Bujia's eyes were full of confusion, and he shook his head subconsciously, then showed a helpless expression on his face, with a bit of fear in his eyes.

Mu Qing was stunned for a moment.

To understand, he was probably afraid of being scolded.

In the past, I might have been scolded a lot because I couldn't answer the questions.

Mu Qing pointed to the topic and started telling him again, Qing Yue's voice was like running water, not impatient or impatient.

Bujia's tense body gradually relaxed subconsciously.

Mu Qing told it five or six times before Bu Jia finally understood it.

Bu Jia took a pen and did the question by herself, and Mu Qing just looked at him.

Halfway through, Bujia suddenly looked up at him, his eyes sparkling, "Brother, you are so good to me."

Mu Qing's eyes showed an imperceptible softness, and she touched his head without saying a word.

It was noon in a flash.

Bu Jia lay on the table in a daze for a while, then turned his head. He was the only one left in the room. Mu Qing left at some point.

He yawned and walked out. His head felt heavy. He didn't know whether he was sleepy or tired.

This must be a feeling filled with knowledge.

"Brother." Bu Jia came out of the bedroom and saw Mu Qing coming out of the kitchen opposite.

Mu Qing paused, "Are you leaving?"

Bujia nodded.

"But I'm ready to cook."