Spoiled! The yandere boss and his soft doll

As soon as you step out of the house, you will see the courtyard, no colorful flowers, no fluttering butterflies, no wooden swing standing in the center of the yard, only a plane tree towering, overgrown with weeds, and occasionally a subtle insect chirping from the grass roots.

The cold wind blew, and the leaves on the plane tree in the courtyard swayed with the wind, and finally had no choice but to float away from the branches, dominated by the wind in the air, and finally fell on Joao's head.

He's been standing here for a long time.

With his head hanging down, he held an unknown wildflower in his hand, and twisted it repeatedly with his fingertips.

Although the attendants in the distance were too timid to look at Joao, they had been discussing their questions in private recently.

"What's going on lately, young master?

"Not only that, the young master's mood has stabilized a lot recently, and he is not as irritable as before, and he will make us angry and throw things from time to time.

"And these days I always stay in one place in a daze, and one stop is a day.

"But...... He hadn't eaten in two days. The

crowd fell silent.

Joao has changed these days, they all see it in their eyes, and they are secretly happy in their hearts, and they don't have to worry about meeting Joao when they walk in the corridor as usual.

And some of his behaviors are even more weird as Ji Yuan said.

Occasionally, when his appetite came, he would order a wonton that he had never eaten before in the morning, and he would not eat it after ordering, but only sit there with a spoon and wait for the wonton to cool, waiting for the oil on it to slowly spread over the entire soup noodles, and then Luo Wan carefully served it.

When flipping through the magazine, he would always stay in the women's clothing magazine for a long time, and even pick it up with great interest, and finally opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, Fu Qingsong had already stepped forward to wait for the order, but saw that he swallowed the words again, and went upstairs with a more lonely expression.

I would stand strangely in front of that blank wall in the room and ponder for a long time.

Will walk to the deepest part of the hallway where the clutter is stacked, rummaging through things.

These behaviors are more of a habit, but this habit should not be present in Joao.

Joao's behaviour lasted for two weeks before returning to "normal".

"I'm really sick.

That's how Joao came to his conclusions.

After that, his appetite deteriorated, and he ate Amitabha once a day.

He became even more arrogant, refusing to see the guests who came to visit him.

During this period, he became more and more sick, and each time it became more and more serious, he would have a headache so much that he could not restrain himself from smashing his head against the wall, and when the pain was dying, he would slash down his curly hair in exchange for a moment of lucidity.

He also vomited a lot of food when he ate it, and even vomited blood once.

Every midnight, Luo Wan and Fu Qingsong could hear the sound of Joao squirming up in the house.

What would he do

in there? He would talk in there.

"Who are you. "

Who am I waiting for?"

"Maybe you'll have to hurry up, I won't be able to hold out for long......"

He said only a few words, and then sat quietly by the window, letting the cold and white moonlight hit him in the middle of the night.

It was as if he had been covered with a silver-gray cloth in advance.

They were so afraid that Joao would find a short-sightedness, and they even started to wait in shifts at night.

Every time they heard this, Luo Wan and Fu Qingsong would cry silently behind the door, saying that heaven was unfair.

Yes, except for when he was sick, his mood seems to be very stable now.

But the dead air in him could not be concealed in any way.

Originally, Joao's body was about to come to an end, and over the years, no one could give him a trace of comfort and a glimmer of hope.

Ji Yuan often dragged him out of the abyss for a while, and he would fall down hard again.

In the end, he didn't want to live anymore.

How can a person get better once his body is on the verge of death, and with this resolute will to die?

He was told to wait.

Early the next morning, Mo Junqi came to see Joao.

His forehead was clearly engraved with the wrinkles that had appeared from years of frowning, and there seemed to be many troubled experiences and weathered pasts.

His hair was gray, and his straight waist was bent.

Joao sat opposite Mo Junqi, "Father." "

Hmm. Mo Junqi took a sip of tea, the familiar silence flowed between the father and son, he looked at his son, who had lost a lot of weight with the naked eye, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

After all, after his wife Yin Qinian left, he also thought about going with her.

It's too painful.

It was even more painful than cutting his heart directly.

From the time João was five years old, he waited, waited, waited, waited for 17 years, did not wait for his wife.

She ended up turning into a small box in the palm of his hand.

A month after Yin Qinian's burial, he had already put the dagger to his neck in the room.

But what made him stop?

It was João, his son, who came to him.

They also have Joao's son, Yin Qinian's last words when he had an accident at the beginning, asking him to accompany Joao through his own life.

So he put down the dagger and began to travel the world with the box containing his beloved wife.

"Ji Yuan said, your body is about to collapse?" When he was abroad, Joao's daily health report would be sent to his mailbox on time.

"Hmm. "

Mo Junqi really can't persuade him, what happened to them in the last time is very similar, isn't it

? Joao lost his mother, and a father who didn't know how to love his children since he was a child, plus the torture of illness, even the revenge that he has always remembered in his heart has been avenged, what else can keep him? It's

like the death of his wife, who he regarded as everything.

"Let's talk more in the coming days. "Otherwise, there would be no chance.

Mo Junqi's wife Yin Qinian, father Warris, and son Joao, the first two have left him, and the last one is about to leave him.

Joao nodded, not resisting his father for the first time, "Okay." It

can be said to be chatting, but there is really no topic between the father and son, and the only few words that respond to each other are about Yin Qinian.

Before dinner, Mo Junqi left.

Joao sat for a long time before beckoning to Qing Song, "Prepare the car."

This is a habit that Joao has maintained for nearly two months, that is, almost every day he will ask Fu Qingsong to drive him outside for a turn.

There is no destination, just wandering around the city, in the mountains, and by the beach.

But he would sit in the back and look at the scenery outside the window, the people outside the window.

It's like I'm afraid of missing something.

Until you stop at the door of a concert.

Joao remembered that his mother, Yin Qinian, also loved to come to concerts when she was alive, and instead of wandering around aimlessly, he decided to get out of the car and find a random place to sit there.

The organizers of the concert shook and personally welcomed João to the top.

João stood on it, looking at the people below who were listening to the music and indulging in it.

To him, every face is exactly the same, and even the music that fascinates them is like the chirping of insects to him.

There were too many people, and their clothes were too bells and whistles, too bright colors huddled together, and Joao's eyes were tired.

Suddenly, Joao's hand gripping the railing clenched violently, his brain lost the ability to direct his body, and he pressed his face against the glass like an idiot, his hands on it, and stared at the people below with two eyes frantically.

Golden.

Pretty gold.

Just by looking at it, you can feel her warm like the sun.

And the girl with the blond hair also felt this strong gaze.

She turned her head, looking for it in confusion, and finally raised her eyes and met them.

Joao felt his heart had been hit, but instead of blood, nothing was coming out, but it was stuffed.

It's full.

The vacant part seems to have been filled.

Scratching his heart and liver was not enough to express his emotions at the moment, he shouted, "Uncle Fu." "

Young Master. "

I want her.

Fu Qingsong looked at it, and just after seeing the appearance of the girl below, he was urged by Joao's irritable voice.

"I want her

!!" "Bring it, bring it up!".