Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Mu Qing walked over, hugged his waist from behind, pressed her chin on his shoulder, and looked at the painting together.

Bujia's favorite painting is Mu Qing.

By now I have lost count of how many portraits of Mu Qing there are, and the rest are just landscapes.

Bu Jia stared at Mu Qing in the drawing board admiring it for a while, then turned her head and his lips brushed her cheek inadvertently, both of them were stunned for a moment.

Bujia bent his eyes and continued to kiss her on the cheek, "Brother, I saw that other people's paintings can be hung in a house and seen by many people. Can my paintings be okay?"

Bujia didn't know that it was called an art exhibition.

"Of course." Mu Qing paused, "You want it too?"

Bujia's eyes were bright and he nodded a few times like a chicken pecking at rice. "You said my paintings are beautiful. I think you are lying to me. I want to hear what others say. If it is really beautiful, then Of course I want more people to see my paintings..."

This can prove that even if he is a fool, he is not a useless fool.

Bujia is indeed very good at painting. He is very talented and every painting he paints is very spiritual.

Bu Jia winked mischievously, "But of course I won't let others see Brother Mu Qing's portrait. Only I can see it."

Mu gently lowered her slender eyelashes to cover the emotions in her eyes, and raised a smile on her lips, "If you want, I will do it."

She raised her eyes and looked around the studio. In addition to her portraits, there were many landscape paintings.

"Is that all?"

Bujia nodded, already beginning to look forward to it.

"Then leave it to me."

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Mu Qing only got the leading role halo three years later.

At that time, she had frequently appeared on the covers of financial magazines, and everyone knew that this young man had already been at the top of the business world for a long time.

When the bright moon is too bright, even the brightest stars will become eclipsed.

Mu Qian lost his name.

By that time Bujia was already a famous painter.

Mu Qing would occasionally take Bujia to play outside, but he was never photographed once. The most common place they went was to look at Bujia's paintings.

Bujia covered her face and held Mu Qing's hand. They walked and stopped, looking at each picture.

The boy was like a sensitive cat, pricking up his ears and listening to the voices of other people around him.

Most of them are full of praise.

The young man raised his beautiful eyes and whispered in Mu Qing's ear: "They are all praising me."

Mu gently rubbed his head, "Because you are great."

Bujia smiled even more happily

Mu Qing glanced at the time and frowned slightly.

She always didn't like Bujia staying outside for too long, as his body would be contaminated with a smell she didn't like...

"We should go back." Mu Qing pinched the young man's white fingertips.

Bujia nodded. He had finished reading the paintings and there was nothing much to look forward to.

As he walked out, Bujia suddenly stopped and said, "Wait a minute."

He looked at the painting.

The sea, the sunset, and the golden light are all over the place.

A very artistic sunset picture on the sea.

The delicate young man frowned slightly, and there seemed to be a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Always felt something was wrong.

Mu Qing held his hand and stroked his pink nails slowly with her fingertips, saying calmly, "What's wrong?"

Bujia really couldn't find anything suspicious and shook his head, "Go back."

arrive home.

The first thing Bujia did was to take a shower.

When I came out, there were fruits and tea on the table.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of the young man's lips. He pulled off the wet towel, stepped on the white wool carpet with bare feet, and came to the sofa to sit down.

After a while, I felt tired and lay down again.

He pulled the blanket to cover himself from the waist down, looked up and looked around.

Seeing Mu Qing standing outside talking on the phone, she felt relieved.

The young man pinched the cherry with his snow-white fingertips, and held the mobile phone in his other hand. He didn't know what he saw, and his eyes rolled up with laughter.

Mu Qing briefly chatted about work, then hung up the phone and looked back. At a glance, she saw the young man lying on the sofa, naked, with only a blanket covering his body. His thin and thin back revealed his fragile body. attitude.

The fair face is beautiful and delicate, the clear eyes seem to always be shining with bright and clear brilliance, the bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are not dotted, and when she smiles, she is incredibly warm, like an angel left in the world.

It seems that where he exists, the spring should be bright and the fallen flowers should be colorful.

And just behind him, in the sealed, dark room, there were paintings piled up, covered with dust, and would never see the light of day.

——There is a vaguely huge golden cage, extremely beautiful. In the name of love, he is delicate and happy, and he is trapped happily.

——Outside the cage.

——There is a demon watching him.