Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Chapter 324 Dual Personality: I want to be your toy (4)

Mu Qing did not go back and asked Zhou Qingying to speak to Mrs. Zhou and the others before leaving alone.

Zhuang Sinian looked for an opportunity to get rid of Zhou Youshan and came out to look for Zhou Qingying, but he couldn't find her.

But he saw a valuable black luxury car parked at the gate. This car... was somewhat familiar.

He stood behind the pillar, half of his figure hidden in the shadow, staring over there.

The silver-haired girl got into the black car. The car drove away slowly, and the license plate number slowly came into his sight.

Zhuang Sinian narrowed his black eyes slightly.

If I remember correctly, that car belongs to Mr. Cheng?

Two days ago, he had the opportunity to go out with his father to discuss work and meet Mr. Cheng of the Cheng Group. When sending them out, he also got into this car.

What is the relationship between Mu Qing and Cheng Anyan?

Zhuang Sinian lowered his eyes, covering the emotions in his eyes, and had some thoughts in his heart.

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Back to the villa.

Mu Qing got out of the car.

Yan Wan lowered the window and prepared to say hello and leave.

But I heard the door being pushed open from inside.

The two looked at the past at the same time.

A man wearing a white shirt and black trousers walked out of it. He was tall and tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. His shirt was buttoned meticulously. His skin was so white that it glowed. He had a figure like a clothes rack and a three-dimensional and delicate face, like something from a fashion magazine. Those male models with stern eyes.

The moment he walked out, it was like a slow motion in a movie. When the male protagonist appeared, he was always dressed in white shimmering light.

Yan Wan was stunned for a moment, "Boss, why are you here!"

Cheng Anyan didn't expect to meet them here. His eyes flashed at the silver-haired girl and his tone was calm, "Get something."

He walked past Mu Qing, carrying the slight fragrance of wood, opened the back door and got in.

"go to company."

Yan Wan glanced at Mu Qing outside and nodded blankly, "Oh."

The black car quickly disappeared from Mu Qing's sight.

The moment he appeared, the system's prompt tone also appeared in his ears.

Mu Qing withdrew her gaze and let out a light tut.

What a coincidence.

It happened to be him.

...

The scenery on both sides of the car window swept back quickly and turned into a blurry afterimage.

Cheng Anyan was leaning on the car seat, with his slender legs crossed, his posture elegant and noble, his unruffled eyes, and calm face, giving people a sense of meticulous order and coldness.

Yan Wan listened to the sound of documents being turned over behind him. After a few minutes, the sound stopped.

The delicate-looking man was silent for a few seconds and then asked, "Is that Mu Jingtian's daughter?"

Yan Wan: "Yes."

Cheng Anyan's long eyelashes drooped indifferently, covering half of his dark pupils. His eyes fell on the document, but he didn't read a word. "It has indeed changed a lot. I have grown up."

Yan Wan smiled slightly and said, "It has been five years, and Miss Mu is eighteen years old and is no longer a child."

Cheng Anyan said nothing and continued to look at the documents.

...

Mu Qing walked into the master bedroom.

Cheng Anyan just came to pick up things, indicating that he had lived here before.

His properties are all over the place, and sometimes when he has to go to social events or meet his partners, he naturally sleeps in whichever property is close to him.

Mu Qing opened the door of the master bedroom. The overall color tone inside was black, white and gray, with no extra color visible. It was the same as he himself gave people, serious and indifferent.

Except for the water glass on the bedside table, there are no traces of anyone living here.

Mie Shi said as if he was looking for a good show, [Your relationship is very tricky this time, there is kindness and hatred. 】

Mu Qing closed the door of the master bedroom, came out, and said calmly, "It is indeed."

Cheng Anyan didn't even want to give her a look.

He is also the president of the Cheng Group. With that status, it is even more difficult for ordinary people to meet him.

If she was just an ordinary girl, there would really be nothing she could do.

But she is not.

After a period of time, Yan Wan did not appear in front of her again.

Five years ago, Cheng Anyan gave her a bank card. After she returned to China, she received a text message debiting the account, and then there was no sound.

That should be her monthly living expenses.

Mu Qing recalled the only time she and Cheng Anyan met five years ago.

She was taken to Cheng's house.

At that time, he was tortured terribly by Mu Jingtian. He had just been discharged from the hospital. His face was as pale as snow, and he was wearing white silk pajamas. He was much thinner than now, pale and weak, with dead eyes, but his face was astonishingly beautiful.

She saw his exposed wrists with staggered scars, which was shocking.

She was half-hiding behind Yan Wan, lowering her head and saying nothing.

They had a brief conversation.

He said in a low voice: "Your father asked me to ensure that your mother and you will have no worries about food and clothing for life, but your mother is dead, and you..."

She said without looking up: "I want to go abroad."

She lowered her head and couldn't see anything. He probably nodded, and Yan Wan took her away.

Later, when she was going through the plot, she met him several times, but the number of times she talked to him could be counted on both hands.

Why did she ignore him at that time?

Probably because he was avoiding her and didn't want to face her.

Maybe, he...hates her.

Mu Qing held her forehead with her hands, feeling a little embarrassed.

...

half a month later.

The black car was parked in the underground parking lot of a seven-star hotel.

Cheng Anyan was sitting in the back seat, wearing an exquisite and crisp suit, well-tailored and made of expensive fabrics, which made his already superior figure even more perfect.

He held his chin with his sharp-jointed fingers and looked out the window.

The moment the black figure appeared, his eyes were drawn uncontrollably.

She was wearing a black dress with a hem that touched the floor. The fabric was light and not cumbersome. Her slender white arms were exposed and looked completely white in the dim light.

Her long silver hair shines like the moonlight, half-pushed behind her head, with a few strands of broken hair hanging softly on the side of her face. Silver and black contrast, intertwining holiness and enchantment.

The heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat, and it seemed to be an illusion.

Cheng Anyan didn't know why, but he could recognize her with just a silhouette.

Obviously he had only met her once.

The man's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, "Why is she here?"

Yan Wan looked at the elevator entrance and saw that the person had disappeared, "Who?"

"She." Cheng Anyan paused, then said the name in a voice as gorgeous and seductive as a siren, "Mu Qing."

Yan Wan was stunned for a moment, "Miss Mu is here too?...I don't know about this."

"..."

"I'll check right away."

Cheng Anyan pushed open the car door and got out, buttoned his suit unhurriedly, and walked into the elevator.

The elevator reaches the top floor and comes out.

The night was like ink above the head, stars were twinkling, the banquet hall was held grandly and solemnly, beautiful piano music flowed from the corner, and well-dressed successful people were chatting and laughing.

Drinks and cups mingled with each other, and there was a lot of glitz.

Cheng Anyan searched subconsciously, but did not see Mu Qing.

"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng is willing to come here. It's really brilliant!"

As soon as he appeared on the stage, he quickly became the center of attention, and people immediately came up to chat with him.

Cheng Anyan had no emotion on his face, picked up the champagne brought by the waiter, and talked with them.

After a few brief greetings, Cheng Anyan found an excuse to leave.

Everyone else knew that Cheng Anyan didn't like this kind of occasion, and the organizer felt that Cheng Anyan's appearance would be a great honor to him.

The others didn't force him or dare to force him, so they just let him leave.