Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Bu Jia looked over and saw that he was holding the same sandwich as Mu Qing and was putting it in his mouth.

"Wait a minute."

Bujia said something to his female deskmate, squeezed out from behind her, and walked out.

Xia Feifei frowned displeased and looked out the window. Mu Qing was also looking at her, and blushed when she saw the young man's clear and cold pretty face.

"What's the matter with you?" Bu Jia stood in front of Mu Qing.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Qing took the sandwich away from his hand.

Bujia watched the disappeared sandwich appear in her hand, her mouth pursed, angry and aggrieved, but she didn't dare to say anything.

She already had one, so why should she take it from him?

She eats a lot.

Bujia was thinking wildly, and his hands sank.

He looked down at the hot milk in his hand, then looked up at Mu Qing in confusion.

"Drink this." Mu Qing said expressionlessly, turned around and left with two sandwiches, and looked at Xia Feifei again before leaving.

Bujia watched her back walking away, looked down at the milk, and after a while, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

In his memory, milk cost more than a sandwich.

This brother is so good.

It looks good and is good for him.

Bu Jia stood there blankly, watching Mu Qing's figure disappear before returning to the classroom.

"Hey, who is he?" Xia Feifei poked Bujia with the tip of her pen.

Bujia folded his arms and huddled beside him, a little aggrieved, "Brother neighbor..."

"Your neighbor?" Xia Feifei raised an eyebrow, "I asked him what his name was."

Bujia thought for a moment in confusion and shook his head.

Oh yes.

He doesn't know his brother's name yet.

Xia Feifei looked at his expression a little anxious, "You don't even know his name, do you?"

Bujia:......

"Idiot!" Xia Feifei was too lazy to tell him the topic and continued to poke him with the tip of her pen. "Next time you see him, ask his name and tell me, you know?"

Bu Jia's eyes were red with pain and filled with tears, "You hurt me by poking me."

"Okay, okay, I won't poke you. Do you remember what I just said?"

Bujia:......

Xia Feifei looked at him as if he didn't understand what people were saying, so she got angry and poked him with a pen again, "I'm your girlfriend, you have to be honest with me, otherwise no one will like you, you know. have no idea?"

Bujia finally nodded aggrievedly.

"That's pretty much it." Xia Feifei finally let Bu Jia go and looked out the window with her hand on her cheek. Thinking of Mu Qing, her face turned red again.

He is so good-looking.

At noon, Mu Qing ate in the cafeteria and did not see Bu Jia.

After school in the afternoon, Mu Qing pushed the bicycle out of the shed, lifted up her slender legs and sat astride it, stepped on the pedals, and walked slowly out.

Her figure was mixed in with the students, and a dense crowd of people rushed out.

Her figure is always the most eye-catching. Her white T-shirt school uniform is stained by the golden sunset. The students who passed by her watched her leave and had to admit that this was the first time they had ever seen her in school. The most handsome boy.

With a cleanliness that no one else has, like the soft light lens in a movie, no matter how long you stay on the crowded streets, dust cannot get to you.

Mu Qing turned into the supermarket near the school and walked out soon, carrying a strong white plastic bag filled with things.

Mu Qing returned to the street, and Grandpa Bu and his group of old men were playing chess in front of her house.

"squeak--"

Mu Qing parked his bicycle next to them and put one foot on the ground.

Grandpa Bu looked at her.

The cold silver-haired boy pursed his lips slightly and said, "Grandpa Bu, is your house open? I'm going to deliver something."

Her voice is sweet, like a clear spring in the mountains, with a touch of coldness.

Grandpa Bu glanced at the plastic bag on the handle, nodded blankly, and when he realized it, he had already handed her the key.

"Go on your own. Jiajia will probably be out of school soon."

"Okay." Mu Qing took the key, stepped on the pedal, and continued to drive forward.

The old men looked at the young man's thin and slender back and were silent for a while.

I don’t know who said, “It’s great to be young.”

The atmosphere of silence was broken.

They spoke one after another.

"If nothing else, Mrs. Cui's grandson is really good-looking."

"I remember that her father, Bo Shi, was not so good-looking."

"Lao Bu, what's going on? When did he get so good with your grandson?"

"What did he send to your house?"

"Why did you give someone your keys and be so close to him? You're afraid he'll come to your house and steal things."

Only then did Grandpa Bu look away from Mu Qing's back.

He himself was puzzled.

Why did you give out the key?

"What are you talking nonsense about? My father is a rich man in the city, so how can he care about my things?"

As for what to give, he didn't know.

Mu Qing parked the bicycle in front of Bujia's house and opened the door with the key.

Bujia's house looks like an old house and has not been renovated. Although it is neatly cleaned, it looks very poor and shabby.

Mu Qing walked into the living room and found the kitchen on the right.

There are many bottles and cans on the clean kitchen table.

Mu Qing looked at them one by one and found that some of them were expired. The bottle of salad dressing was not expired, but it was broken because of the hot weather.

Mu Qing threw all the spices on the kitchen table into the trash can, and then took out the newly bought spices from the bag and put them on top one by one.

Her movements were not fast, and even seemed a bit slower than her usual speed.

But she changed the seasonings again and again, but Bujia hadn't come back yet.

Mu Qing simply left.

I rode my bicycle past the place where a group of old men were playing chess.

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The key was thrown on the chessboard.

Grandpa Bu raised his head to talk to her, but the boy had already entered his yard on his bicycle.

Grandpa Bu, who had a good feeling for her just now:...

"Why is this kid so rude?" Grandpa Bu muttered for a while and continued to play chess.

The next day, Mu Qing didn't see Bu Jia the whole day, even though the two lived on the same street.

Another morning passed.

On a summer morning, it gets bright very early.

However, it was still dark when Mu Qing came out of the house.

It's still very early now. After all, I'm a senior in high school, so I naturally get up earlier than a chicken.

Mu Qing closed the door and turned around, "...What are you doing here?"

Bu Jia was leaning against the wall sleepily, still yawning. When he saw Mu Qing coming out of the house, he quickly stood up straight and looked at her obediently with his clear eyes showing dullness.

He was holding two sandwiches in his hands.

Mu Qing opened the closed door again, pushed the bicycle into the yard, and then came out again. When she passed Bu Jia, she saw that he was still standing there blankly and tugged on his sleeve.

"Let's go."

Bujia reacted and helped follow her footsteps.

A hand appeared in sight, with the palm facing up and the knuckles white and slender.

Bu Jia looked at Mu Qing confused.

Mu Qing glanced at him and then at the sandwich, "Not for me?"

Bujia nodded quickly several times, "It's for you."

He put one of the sandwiches in Mu Qing's hand.

Mu Qing opened the package and took a bite. The taste was normal. She asked in a calm tone: "What did you do yesterday?"