Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Someone pushed the door open and came in, and the wind chime on the door rang.

Bujia's voice was a little sleepy and soft, "Welcome, may I ask if you need..."

He raised his head, froze slightly, pursed his lips uneasily, and continued to speak weakly, "What do you need?"

Mu Qian walked in with a few teenagers arm in arm.

Mu Qian stood across the counter in front of Bu Jia, half-smiling but not smiling, "What a coincidence."

The friend next to him looked surprised.

"Brother Qian, do you know him?"

Mu Qian smiled and said, "We are neighbors."

Bujia lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling uneasily.

Several friends' eyes were glued to his face, almost unable to move away, and then they whispered to each other, "He's really good-looking..."

Bu Jia dug her fingers into the table, not daring to look at Mu Qian, and repeated blankly, "What do you need?"

Mu Qian's eyes fell on the order sign, "Just bring me a mango ice cream."

Others also quickly ordered some drinks.

"Wait a moment." Bujia turned to work.

The few people were chatting, and their voices were neither too loud nor too quiet. In the quiet beverage shop, they could be heard clearly.

"It's so cheap, can it be delicious?"

"It's not worth a lot of money anyway, just take care of our friend Qian's business."

"The beauty's cooking must be delicious, hee hee..."

The cold drinks here are all semi-finished products and can be made in just a few minutes.

Bujia packed the things they wanted and put them on the counter, "...walk slowly."

Mu Qian glanced at the time and said, "Are you off work too? Let's go back together."

Bujia shook his head subconsciously.

Mu Qian walked into the counter without saying a word, put his arm around Bu Jia's neck, and took him out.

Mu Qian has been practicing Taekwondo since elementary school all year round, and his strength is unparalleled.

Bujia used all his strength to struggle, and his eyes became wet from panic, "Let me go..."

"Stop fucking nonsense." Mu Qian didn't even bother to pretend anymore, his face was cold and terrifying.

A small whimper came from Bujia's throat, "Let me go, I won't follow you..."

The friends were stunned for a moment, looking at the delicate young man's pale face, they couldn't help but make a sound.

"Brother Qian, why did they offend you? Let them go first."

"Yes, if you have something to say, please say it..."

Mu Qian: "Stop talking nonsense."

Mu Qian forcibly carried Bu Jia and walked out. When they got outside, several passers-by noticed something strange and hesitated in place, looking here hesitantly.

Mu Qian sneered disdainfully, swaggered, took a bite of the mango ice cream, and poured the rest into Bu Jia's mouth. Bu Jia pursed his lips tightly, and the ice cream smeared his face. The young man's eyes were red, and he looked pitiful and pitiful. Embarrassed.

"You don't know that I'm allergic to mangoes. If something happens, can you afford it?!"

Passers-by hurriedly left like frightened birds.

Bujia's whole body was stiff, as if there was ice frozen in his body, his shoulders couldn't help shaking, and he begged: "Can you let me go, I want to go home..."

"Go home, aren't I taking you home?" Mu Qian felt very happy when he saw his fearful expression.

Mu Qing, Mu Qing.

Let you be proud in front of me.

What are your qualifications? !

Mu Qian picked up Bu Jia's chin and pinched his skin until it turned red. He was very satisfied with the sense of control that this weakling had under his feet without any struggle.

"If you want to blame, just blame Mu Qing. Who made you have a good relationship with her? Do you like her very much and think she is very powerful? In fact, let me tell you, she is worse than a dog in our family. No one likes her, so who is she..."

Bujia bit her lower lip tightly, her lowered eyelashes were wet with tears, like feathers stuck together, casting a faint shadow in her eyes, which were as dark as paint.

There was a burning rage in his heart, bursting out from the depths of his heart, and the entire chest was overwhelmed and vibrated with a sharp buzz.

Bujia slowly tightened the things in his hands.

Mu Qian didn't notice. He patted Bu Jia on the head and laughed, "She's just a useless piece of trash. With her like that, how could my dad like her? She probably didn't tell you, she was kicked out. She will have to live in that old and shabby house for the rest of her life. I am the only one who has the ability and qualifications to inherit the family company. I'm afraid you don't know that she is not in good health and may die in a few years. No one will care if she dies. I see that your relationship is very good. Do you want to accompany her then? Hahaha..."

Mu Qian almost burst into tears laughing, and there was extreme resentment in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Bujia gritted his teeth tightly and raised his eyes. His eye sockets were filled with terrible red bloodshot eyes. His beautiful black eyes were filled with a layer of water. He suddenly raised his hand, and a bright silver light reflected the coldness in the street lamp. The cold light.

Mu Qian's expression changed, and he pushed Bu Jia away just in time to hide, but his arm was still cut open.

The blood rushed out, all dripping on the road.

Friends and friends came running over quickly.

"Mu Qian, are you okay?!"

"You have to go to the hospital..."

"You're a fucking lunatic!"

Bu Jia was pushed away by someone and fell to the ground. He was leaning against the wall, holding the fruit knife tightly in his hand. His dark eyes were staring at Mu Qian stubbornly, his face full of anger and madness.

There was not much emotion on Mu Qian's face. He glanced at the injury on his arm. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. He stared deeply at Bu Jia and pushed away the person helping him. "I'm fine."

He looked at Bu Jia and said, "Let me tell you, how could that weakling fall in love with a fool? Is it because the fool went crazy? Will he protect her?"

Bujia knew that the weakling in his mouth was Mu Qing.

Every word he used to describe Mu Qing made him feel extremely harsh.

Like an enraged beast, he raised his knife and rushed towards Mu Qian again.

The friends scrambled to stop him.

Before anyone could get close to him, Bu Jia's hand holding the knife was first held by a beautiful white hand.

Bujia looked suddenly, his hand shook, and the fruit knife fell to the ground.

Mu Qian's expression also changed.

He didn't expect Mu Qing to find him here at this time.

The friends looked at each other in confusion. They all knew Mu Qing, and now they also knew why Mu Qian bullied Bu Jia.

This is their family matter and they should stop taking care of it. They don't know what to do for a while.

Mu Qian said, "You go first."

The friends hesitated for a moment, then left one after another.

When Bu Jia saw Mu Qing, the anger in her heart subsided like a tide. She was panic-stricken, her eyes were watery, and her voice was thin and weak, "Brother..."

Mu Qing only stared at the blood on his hands, her face showing no emotion or anger, but it made people feel more and more fearful.

"Injured?" Her tone was neither serious nor serious.

Bujia shook his head slightly.

Mu Qianhan's star-like eyes narrowed, and he felt increasingly that the two people in front of him were an eyesore.