Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Mu Boshi wanted to save face. Thinking of the possible remarks behind his back, he really wanted to point at Mu Qing and yell.

But considering her temper, if he really dared to scold her, she might turn around and leave.

Then I won’t be able to eat this meal today.

She was obviously holding back her anger and started using her chopsticks.

"I just want to have a good meal today, but I want you to know how to deal with that boy, Mu Qing, don't force me."

The meaning behind his words was obviously that he wanted Mu Qing and Bu Jia to break up.

If Mu Qing didn't do as he was told, he might do something to Bu Jia.

But Mu Qing no longer ignored such threats.

But when I heard it, I felt it was a bit unpleasant.

Xue Xueqing then thought about it.

No, Mu Qing likes boys. This is good for her and her son!

Two men cannot produce an heir.

Mu Boshi would never give inheritance rights to a son who likes men.

Xue Xueqing wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, smiled sweetly, and changed her words.

"Master, don't force your children. Things are different now. They are free to decide who they like. If we force them too hard, it will be bad for them..."

Mu Boshi looked at her lightly, as if he saw into her heart.

Xue Xueqing quickly closed her mouth, not daring to say anything more.

Mu Qing seemed not to have heard what they were saying. He didn't touch the food on the table. He held the wine glass with his green-white jade fingers and only took a faint sip of the wine.

After a while, Mu Boshi finally got to the point.

He invited Mu Qing over this time because he wanted to show off his son Mu Qian to her.

He wanted Mu Qing to know what an excellent person Mu Qian was.

Thus proving to her: My choice is right.

Mu Qing's disdain for inheritance rights has always made Mu Boshi feel frustrated.

How come the thing he had been holding tightly to all his life was nothing to her.

He just wanted to see Mu Qing's regretful expression.

After that, Mu Boxi praised Mu Qian's performance in the company.

Mu Qian could only smile modestly, not daring to say a word, and would occasionally look at Mu Qing's expression secretly.

In Mu Boshi's mind, he performed well, but he knew that it was nothing, especially compared to the cold and noble young man opposite him, it was nothing.

Dad, I really want to see what your expression will be like that day when you know what kind of existence your eldest brother is.

Mu Boshi praised Mu Qian so much that he was the only one in heaven and the only one on earth.

When he finished speaking, Mu Qing just said lightly, "Really? That's not bad."

Mu Boshi stared at her, his chest seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton wool, which made him feel uncomfortable.

He spent a lot of money and effort to cultivate such an outstanding heir, and all he got was a nice word from you?

Mu Qian took this sentence as truth, and a smile instantly broke out on his face, obviously happier than when Mu Boshi praised him.

"Brother, do you really think so?"

Mu Qing nodded lightly, took out a document bag from somewhere, and handed it over.

Mu Qian quickly took it with both hands.

Mu Qing didn't plan to stay here any longer, "Although it's your birthday, I don't have any gifts to give you. I'll give this gift to Mu Qian. It's getting late, I should go back."

Mu Boshi was stunned for a moment. When he heard her say she was leaving, even the curiosity about the gift disappeared, and he frowned, "Are you leaving now?"

Mu Qing sighed: She looked at him with calm eyes, like a stranger, indifferent and emotionless, "What else? Do you still want to see the happy scene of the whole family?"

Mu Boshi was speechless. Until Mu Qing left, he was still thinking about the way Mu Qing looked at him.

I don’t know if it’s because today is a special day, or because people are getting older and like to reminisce about the past.

I remember that every time he came home, she always liked to hide aside timidly and look at him with admiring eyes.

I don’t know when there will no longer be such a scene.

Xue Xueqing didn't pay attention to his seemingly lonely mood at all.

"What did he give you?"

She felt that Mu Qing couldn't give him anything good, but she was curious in her heart.

Mu Qian held the document tightly, feeling a little excited.

He knew that what she could send out was certainly not simple, and he really didn't want to take it out in front of them, but there was no way to hide it privately. He could only take out a document from the document bag with a helpless mood.

Even though he knew that this gift was extraordinary, Mu Qian was still filled with shock when he saw what it was.

Xue Xueqing frowned and didn't understand much.

When Mu Boshi saw the words on it, his expression changed and he grabbed it glumly, "Is this... that project?"

Mu Qian suppressed his excitement and nodded repeatedly.

This is a piece of land that they failed to bid for and fell into the hands of a competitor. During that time, the morale of the entire company was low, and it took a while for the company to adjust.

Mu Boshi's hands were shaking a little, "How could she have this thing? What's going on?"

Mu Qian looked at him with complicated eyes, seemingly sympathetic.

Mu Boshi's breathing was rapid, his pupils were trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with excitement and fear.

Because he had some vague guesses...

Mu Qian suddenly wondered, could this be her revenge on her father?

Mu Qian finally said, "Dad, I'm even better than you think."

For Mu Boshi, the most painful thing is this: the son he abandoned was better than the heir he held in his hands and spent everything and carefully raised.

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The villa located deep in the mountains has all the lights on.

Standing quietly under the dark night, as if it was the only one in the world, silent and silent.

The delicate young man was lying on the sofa in the living room on the second floor, staring blankly at the bright crystal lamp above his head.

I don't know how much time passed, but when he heard the sound of the engine, the light in his eyes lit up. He quickly got off the ground, stepped on the white wool carpet, and ran to the floor-to-ceiling window. When he saw the car lights in the yard, he couldn't contain his excitement. He turned around and ran downstairs.

As soon as Mu Qing pushed the door open and entered the house, she saw the snow-white boy running towards her like a soft and waxy snow dumpling.

"elder brother!"

He threw himself into Mu Qing's arms, but Mu Qing put her hand on his shoulder, with a helpless smile on her lips, "I feel cold."

The young man hummed and coquettishly said, "I want a hug, I want a hug..."

Mu Qing took off the coat that was wrapped in the cold.

Bu Jia arched back and forth in her arms, her soft hair rubbing against his cheek, slightly itching.

Mu Qing stepped back and pressed her back against the door.

The young man raised his head in her arms, his clear eyes full of grievance, "Brother, don't leave me alone at home in the future. It's boring..."

Mu Qing smiled softly and coolly, and touched his head, "Okay."

It's winter vacation now, and Bujia hasn't been out for a long time.

The reason why he couldn't go out was simple: Mu Qing didn't like it.

He doesn't feel bored usually because Mu Qing will accompany him.

But today, Mu Qing left in the afternoon and didn't come back until late at night.