Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Mu Qing walked over, hugged his waist, buried her face in his shoulder, and seemed to be kissing him deeply.

Bujia felt her hot breath.

It turned out that she was not indifferent.

"At least, wait until your next birthday." Her voice was low and hoarse, as if she had a strong desire for him.

Bujia couldn't help but blush. No matter how straightforward and bold he was, in front of a real beast, he became a little white rabbit that could only be frail and endured, "...Okay."

This summer vacation passed in the blink of an eye.

Bujia became a senior in high school. In the quiz at the beginning of the school year, his scores impressed the teachers. Although compared with other students, his scores were still unbearable.

But the teachers who knew something about his results knew that such results were already a miracle.

They guessed that Bujia must have made up some extra classes during the summer vacation... To be honest, they had always had sympathy and pity for Bujia, a pure child. If he really had hope of going to college, they would definitely be happy for him.

However, with subsequent observations, the teachers gradually became disappointed.

Because Bujia was no different from before, his learning ability was at a low level, and he still couldn't understand the teacher's lectures.

But it's strange that he can give the most accurate answer to a certain type of question.

The teacher who was the first to discover this situation pointed out Bujia's problem and said sincerely, "Bujia, don't just specialize in this type of questions. You may not be able to take the test in the college entrance examination. Although the teacher knows that this is a bit difficult for you, the teacher still I think you need to learn a lot..."

Bujia looked at him and nodded blankly.

The teacher sighed secretly in his heart, and called Bujia to the office after class, and spent a long break telling Bujia about the wrong questions on his test paper.

Bujia looked serious and listened carefully, but in the end he still wrote him a wrong answer.

The teacher pressed his temples and felt a headache. He didn't know how to help him.

The teachers unanimously felt that since Bujia could learn a certain type of questions, he would be able to learn more. They also wanted to see Bujia have a brighter future, so they worked hard to transfer more knowledge to Bujia. Jia's mind was filled with confusion.

Bujia was also very serious about learning and understanding the knowledge they input to him, but the final results were always discouraging. Looking at the ugly scores, the teachers began to doubt whether Bujia had studied the courses they taught seriously.

They were vaguely angry, and Bujia seemed to feel it, looking at them with red eyes.

Those pure and clear eyes were still like glass, without any impurities, and glowing with water, as if they had been greatly wronged.

The teachers felt overwhelmingly guilty again.

It was they who were wrong.

Bujia was a fool from the beginning.

They shouldn't ask him according to the standards of a normal student... After all, while they are doing good for him, they are also doing it under the guise of doing good for him. They want him to embark on the road to success while adding a layer of education to themselves. The glory of Youfang.

From then on Bujia was truly liberated, and the teachers no longer paid extra attention to him.

Bujia really wanted to learn more knowledge, but he couldn't. All the knowledge he had now was taught to him by Mu Qing.

It's strange that he will never forget what brother Mu Qing taught him.

Obviously the teacher was equally patient when teaching him, but he found it very difficult to understand.

Bujia didn't know that Mu Qing had a teaching system in his mind that could only be used by Bujia.

It has been a month since Mu Qing left.

For Bujia, this month seems like several years have passed.

night.

Bujia was lying on the bed, curled up in a habit, and placed his cell phone next to the pillow. Only weak and quiet breathing came from inside.

Bujia's eyes were bloodshot and he yawned, his voice soft, "Brother, are you asleep?"

There was a voice that seemed to be turning the pages of a book from the other side of the phone.

"No."

On the other side, next to the floor-to-ceiling window, a desk lamp exudes a warm orange glow.

Mu Qing was wearing a bathrobe, her wet silver hair was slightly messy, and her snow-white fingertips contrasted with the dark pen, creating a hint of confusion.

She signed her name neatly, threw the document and pen aside, pinched her brows, rested her eyes briefly, and picked up the mobile phone she was still talking on.

"Are you sleepy?"

Bujia: "No."

Mu Qing stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down.

The bustling night view of the imperial capital was all in sight, and those neon lights were floating in the sky like a sea of ​​stars. It was already late at night, and there were still vehicles speeding by on the road below, and the car lights connected into strips of light at speed.

Mu Qing's voice was low, "Bujia, you can come to me as long as you want."

Bujia rubbed his eyes, pursed his lips and smiled, his voice a little sweeter than usual, "Brother, do you miss me?"

Mu Qing: ...

Mu Qing didn't seem to know how to answer. After a while, he replied, "If you are sleepy, just go to bed first. We have classes tomorrow."

"I miss my brother too." Bujia's muttering voice came over.

Mu Qing's lips tightened, "...even if I want you to come, won't you come?"

"Then I'll go to bed first, brother."

Bujia quickly hung up the phone.

Mu Qing listened to the busy tone inside and rubbed her eyebrows.

It makes people wonder if the two people made the same phone call.

Bujia hung up the phone, but did not fall asleep. He just lay in the darkness with his eyes open.

In fact, he hadn't slept well for a long time. Since Mu Qing left, he didn't eat well and sleep unsteadily. He would wake up several times every night. When he woke up, he picked up his cell phone and wanted to call Mu Qing, but In the end, I didn't get through.

"...even if I want you to come, won't you come?"

In fact, when Mu Qing asked him this, he almost agreed, but when he spoke, he hesitated for a moment, so he avoided the question.

Mu Qing had said before that he only needed to lose a little thing to be able to stay with her every step of the way.

He didn't know what he needed to lose, but he felt a little scared in his heart... He couldn't say he was scared, but if he only needed to work harder and spend a little more time to get to her, he would rather use a more troublesome way. .

I don't know how long it took, but Bujia fell asleep in a daze, feeling that he was not completely asleep and was very tired.

I opened my eyes after a while. I felt like I had only slept for a while, but when I looked at it, it was almost five o'clock.

Bu Jia wanted to call Mu Qing, but in the end he only sent her an emoticon.

A few seconds after sending the message, Mu Qing called.

Bujia quickly answered the call, "Brother, are you still not asleep?"

Mu Qing hummed, her voice a little deeper than usual. Bu Jia felt that she might not have slept all night, and felt a little distressed.

Mu Qing: "Why did you wake up so early?"