Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

However, Bujia's grandfather is a very powerful person. If anyone dares to bully Bujia, his grandfather will dare to fight with them. No matter whether the other person is an adult or a child, he will fight and scold him regardless of whether he is an adult or a child. He can say any ugly thing, so most people don't dare. mess with him.

When Bujia grew up, he also had more friends.

After all, at that time, my peers were all older children who knew more and no longer shunned a fool.

Twilight is closing, the sky is getting darker, and the last light on the horizon is swallowed up by darkness.

Mu Qing heard Grandpa Bu calling Bu Jia's name outside. It must be that Bu Jia hasn't returned home yet.

After another ten minutes, the sound of slow footsteps came from outside the street.

"Squeak-"

Bujia raised his head, and the good-looking brother he had seen in school came out of the wooden door.

She was wearing school uniform pants, and the school uniform short-sleeves were replaced by a black loose T-shirt, which made her exposed arms have a cold white complexion. Her silver hair hung casually on her eyebrows, and her deep black eyes looked at him lightly.

Bujia stood there blankly, reacted for a few seconds, tightened his grip on the strap of his backpack, and continued walking forward.

Mu Qing just looked at him like this.

In the dim dusk, the young man's figure was a little blurry. As he got closer, he saw that his eyes were red and his hair style looked like a dog's gnawing.

Mu Qing watched him walk by without saying a word.

Bujia's home is at the other end of the street.

Mu Qing entered the yard again and came out on his bicycle after a while, driving in the opposite direction of Bujia.

Listening to the sound of bicycle wheels rolling on the ground, Bujia couldn't help but look back. Her black back was gradually swallowed up by the dusk, and her silver hair left the last sparkle.

Bujia watched for a while and then continued to walk home. His heart was heavy, as if he were pressing on a big mountain. When he reached the door of his house, he still dared not go in.

He squatted at the door of his home holding his schoolbag, leaning against the wall and looking at the wide open door.

Inside the door is an old-fashioned house, with light shining through the windows and it is quiet inside.

"squeak--"

The screeching sound of brakes reached my ears.

Mu Qing put one foot on the ground.

White sneakers came into view, Bu Jia looked up her slender legs, and finally met Mu Qing's extremely calm black eyes.

There was a bag hanging from the handlebars of the bicycle, with several takeaways inside.

"Why don't you go in?"

Bujia looked at her blankly, his eyes were big and transparent, like gems.

He didn't expect that this good-looking brother would talk to him...

After a few seconds, Bu Jia suddenly reacted, her butterfly-wing eyelashes trembling slightly, she lowered her head to avoid Mu Qing's gaze, and raised her hand to touch her hair stupidly.

..."Bujia, your hair is so long, do you need to cut it?"

"It will prick your eyes a lot. It will definitely be uncomfortable. How can you study if your eyes are uncomfortable?"

"That's right. You are stupid enough to begin with. If you don't study hard in class, won't you be in the bottom of the exam again? Your grandpa will be so disappointed."

"Come, let me help you fix it..."

They held scissors and laughed as they approached him.

He didn't know why. They were obviously laughing, but he felt scared.

The young man was surrounded by them, timidly closing his eyes.

After a clicking sound.

He opened his eyes, reflecting his ragged hair in the mirror, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Grandpa will definitely scold him after he goes back...

But he didn't even want to see the sad look in his grandfather's eyes when he looked at him.

It's like, he did something wrong.

Bu Jia didn't speak, but Mu Qing already knew what he was afraid of.

Mu Qing looked at the silly young man, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up from the ground, "Get in the car."

Bujia looked at her in horror, "What are you doing? If you bully me, my grandpa will beat you..."

Mu smiled lightly, seeming disdainful and helpless.

I bullied you just because I pulled you?

People have made your hair look like this, and you still play with them.

Mu Qing didn't say much to him, "Get in the car."

Bujia stared at her beautiful but slightly indifferent side face for a long time, then slowly got into the car. Before he could sit firmly, the car flew out.

Mu Qing stepped on the pedal hard, the scenery on both sides quickly retreated, and the sound of wind passed back and forth.

Bu Jia closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the scream that reached his throat. His body fell backward due to inertia, causing him to instinctively hug Mu Qing's waist.

She smelled very good, the black T-shirt had a faint smell of clean laundry detergent, mixed with the original cool fragrance of her body.

A suspicious blush appeared on Bujia's cheeks.

The door to Mu Qing's house opened, and she rode directly into the yard.

She pulled Bujia out of the car and into the house.

Bujia was pressed down and sat on the sofa.

Mu Qing first turned on the light in the living room, then entered a room, and came out holding a pair of scissors.

Although Mu Qing's home is also an old house, the decoration inside is much more luxurious, with bright and clean floors, crystal lamps above the head, light goose-yellow wallpaper on the surrounding walls, and the most popular furniture at the moment.

Bujia was looking around, and when he saw the scissors, his expression changed.

The bright lights reflected the cold light above.

Mu Qing looked at his obviously frightened expression, calmly sat down on the table in front of him, stretched out her hand to him, and he subconsciously leaned back.

Mu Qing paused, then spoke again, her voice obviously warmer than before, "Do you know you're afraid now?"

Bujia held her head, looking at her with dark eyes without saying a word, and pinched her white fingertips together nervously.

Mu Qing's tone became a little gentler, and she held his wrist with her free hand, pulled his hand from above her head, and then pulled his whole body towards her, "Don't be afraid, you are no longer ugly now." .”

Bujia pursed her lips tightly, and her eyes were moist, as if water would drip at any time.

Is he ugly now?

"I will make you beautiful." Mu Qing lifted his chin and positioned his head to make it easier to start.

Listening to her voice, Bujia felt as if a warm current flowed through his heart, softening the sharp burrs on the surface of his heart.

The young man closed his eyes obediently.

After a few minutes, Mu Qing put down the scissors and said, "Okay."

Bu Jia opened his eyes, but before he could see what he looked like now, Mu Qing shoved the big bag of takeout to him.

Bujia hugged subconsciously.

"Let's go." Mu Qing left these two words and turned around and entered a room.

He was alone in the living room.

Bujia stood up quickly and stood there helplessly.

Grandpa said that you should not stay at other people's homes when there is no one there.

Although there are people at home, she is not in the living room.

Mu Qing came out of the bedroom. The boy in the living room had left, but the takeaways were still on the table.

She rubbed her temples, upset.

"stop."

Just a few steps out of Mu Qing's house, Bu Jia heard the sound, touched his hair, and turned around.

Mu Qing carried the bag and straddled her slender legs. She quickly walked up to him and stuffed the bag of takeout into his arms again.

"Take this."

"But……"

"Take it."

Bujia:......

Bujia walked in the deserted street while carrying the takeaway and stroking her hair.

The hair is still short, but neatly trimmed.

He can't see it yet.

Grandpa Bu is sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette.

There was a plate of stir-fried vegetables on the table that looked bad and tasted bad.