Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Bujia looked hesitant, seemed a little embarrassed, and said in a weak voice, "But I still have to go home and cook for grandpa."

Mu Qing was silent for a few seconds, then returned to the kitchen to pack the prepared dishes and let Bu Jia take them away.

Bujia refused twice. Unable to refuse, he could only take the things away.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

Grandpa Bu's voice came from the bedroom, "Where are you running? It's already noon, and you won't come back to cook."

Bujia's face showed panic and he quickly ran into the bedroom, "Grandpa, are you feeling unwell?"

Grandpa Bu slowly sat up, "No, no, I just need to sleep a little longer."

Bujia stood by the bed, looking at him with red eyes, as if he would cry at any time.

Grandpa Bu:......

"I haven't seen you so smart usually." Grandpa Bu stood up and patted Bu Jia on the shoulder, "It's okay, it's just that your blood pressure is a bit high. Lie down for a while."

Grandpa Bu quickly changed the topic and looked at the things in his hands, "What delicious food can you bring for Grandpa to see?"

Bujia rubbed his sore eyes, turned around and walked out.

Grandpa Bu followed behind.

Bu Jia went to the kitchen to get the bowls and plates, put the dishes on the table, and brought out a bowl of rice from the kitchen, which Grandpa Bu had steamed.

"Grandpa, you eat first."

After that, Bu Jia went to pour a glass of warm water for Grandpa Bu. When he saw a mess on the table, he cleaned it up again.

Grandpa Bu just kept looking at him quietly, his eyes full of relief.

Bujia is special, and his grandfather has always been worried about his future.

His only advantage is good looks, but good looks are the most useless when he can't do anything.

So Grandpa Bu cultivated other advantages in him.

Cultivated successfully.

Bujia does a great job taking care of people.

Grandpa Bu does nothing at home, but Bu Jia keeps everything in order.

In this way, after a hundred years, he can live a good life alone.

Bu Jia was busy with some things and sat down to eat with Grandpa Bu.

Grandpa Bu took a sip of water and said, "Jiajia, where have you been this morning?"

Bujia answered obediently, "I'm going to brother Mu Qing. Brother Mu Qing is giving me extra lessons."

Grandpa Bu: "So, that boy also made this dish?"

Bujia nodded.

Grandpa Bu: "Then you have a very good relationship now. That's right. This is how you should make friends. They live on the same street. If anything happens, you can have someone to take care of you."

But Bu Jia suddenly fell silent and blinked, "I still don't know if I am friends with Brother Mu Qing. I haven't asked her yet."

Grandpa Bu:......

"You are such a fool."

Bujia felt a little aggrieved and lowered his head to eat.

What's wrong with him?

I didn’t say anything wrong.

Why do you always call him a fool?

In the afternoon, Bu Jia went to Mu Qing's place again, and he didn't look very happy.

Mu Qing noticed it immediately.

The sun was blazing outside the window, the cicadas were chirping, and there was plenty of air conditioning in the room. Bujia had a watermelon and drink in front of him and was immersed in doing questions.

I still did the same question as in the morning.

After figuring out the correct answer, Bujia felt better.

Mu Qing checked the question and looked at it, as if he just asked casually, "What's wrong? I felt like you weren't very happy just now."

Bu Jia bit the straw and took a sip of the drink. He was silent for a few seconds. He tilted his head and looked at Mu Qing with innocence in his eyes. He let go of the straw and his tender red mouth was like petals, opening and closing, "Brother, I'm so beautiful." Is it stupid?"

Mu Qing looked at him, her eyes unconsciously falling on his lips, and a deep darkness gradually spread in her eyes. She put down the book, "How could you be stupid? You have solved such a difficult question... Your grandfather told you that ?”

Mu Qing is not the first person to say that he is not stupid, but those who say that he is not stupid seem to be joking.

The only one who sounded sincere was his elementary school teacher.

He still remembers that his primary school teacher looked at him seriously and said, "Bujia, actually you are not stupid, you just need to work harder."

As a result, after some time passed, his results still did not meet his expectations, and his disappointed eyes told him.

Bujia, you are stupid.

Bujia bit the straw again, his eyes flashed with a tentative tone, and he asked in a vague voice: "Brother, are you serious?"

"Of course, you just have a low IQ."

Mu Qing's calm and serious expression gave Bu Jia the illusion that what she said was 'you are just sick'.

Bujia reacted and pouted, "Brother, doesn't low IQ mean stupidity?"

He had a don't try to fool me expression.

"It's different. Stupid people may be accompanied by low IQ, and people with low IQ are not necessarily stupid."

Bujia:......

Bujia's dull and confused expression reappeared.

So what exactly does it mean?

Why can't he understand...

Mu Qing really didn't think Bu Jia was stupid, he was just not smart enough.

Mu Qing took a pen and wrote a few more questions on the blank paper, handed it to him, and said in a calm voice: "If you are stupid like this, everyone is stupid."

Bujia blinked slowly, and finally decided to give up thinking about what was too profound for him.

However, he enjoys spending time with his brother.

He felt that in his brother's eyes, he was the same as everyone else.

This made him feel very comfortable.

after a long time.

Bu Jia felt that it might be because he often stayed with Mu Qing, and he felt that he was a little clever.

Only then did he know what Mu Qing meant.

It's because Mu Qing's IQ is too high, so normal people and Bu Jia are the same in her eyes: they have the same low IQ.

Throughout the afternoon, Bujia always felt that he had forgotten something. It was getting late, and he only remembered it when he was about to go home.

He stared at Mu Qing with his dark, clear eyes and asked, "Brother, are we friends now?"

By this day, Mu Qing had become accustomed to Bu Jia being always good at asking nonsense questions.

Mu Qing: "Of course."

Bujia smiled crookedly.

In the next few days, Bujia went to Mu Qing's home to study as usual.

It's not accurate to say it's learning, because it's not just learning.

Always learning, Mu Qing offered to give Bu Jia a rest. The reason was very reasonable: if you keep using your brain, it will be exhausted.

Bujia agrees.

Mu Qing would take him to watch TV and play games.

The carefree and happy days passed quickly like this.

Because there were no worries, Bujia felt that every day passed very quickly. He went to Mu Qing's house when the sun rose in the morning, and returned to his home after dark under the stars.

It always feels like the whole day has been spent without doing anything.

But he liked days like this very much. He was always smiling and could see brother Mu Qing's beautiful face.

I don’t know if Brother Mu Qing has noticed it, but Bu Jia has noticed it himself. He feels that Brother Mu Qing is getting more and more beautiful, and he can’t help but stare at him.