Uncle Deng paused for a moment, then replied, "Yes, young master."

The car started, and the soundproof glass separated the front and back seats. The quiet atmosphere made Bi Xie feel inexplicably nervous. She pretended to be calm, leaned on the window armrest, turned her head to look out the window, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

The man, who had been sitting upright like a bamboo stalk, flipping through documents, had his gaze shift to the woman's face at some point.

The car's heater was on full blast, making the girl's face rosy and her skin look very fair and delicate.

As if possessed, Wei Zhaoye, with a straight face, reached out and poked it.

soft.

Bi Xie was fast asleep, his black hair spread out like clouds, covering half of his round face. When he was asleep, he looked like a cute and soft kitten.

Wei Zhaoye's cold gaze slid from the girl's slightly trembling long eyelashes to her high yet delicate nose, and then to her pale pink lips. His hand holding the document suddenly tightened slightly.

He looked away, put the document aside, and forcefully pressed his fists against his thighs.

This girl has the power to make him lose control, and he absolutely will not allow that to happen.

A fierce look suddenly appeared on the man's sharp brows. He reached out towards the girl's slender neck, but before he could touch her milky white skin, the girl suddenly let out a soft moan and leaned into his arms, licking her full, pink lips with her wet tongue.

Wei Zhaoye suddenly felt a warm presence in his arms, warm and soft, as if it were melting his whole body.

He frowned, but his hand remained on his waist.

The man's gaze was deep and dark, and Bi Xie's heart pounded like a drum.

Damn it! The villainous boss in every world is indeed unpredictable. If it weren't for the hosting system frantically calling out to her, she would have almost died in her dream.

"Thank you so much, little system," Bi Xie thought bitterly, having narrowly escaped death.

"Don't be discouraged, host! I believe you're the best! Give the villain lots of kisses, hugs, and lifts him up high, and he won't be so focused on killing people. Keep it up, host!"

Bi Xie: "..."

After getting off the bus, Bi Xie politely said goodbye to Wei Zhaoye and then returned to the residential area without looking back.

Even though she had walked a long way, she could still feel that deep, dark gaze fixed on her.

Uncle Deng paused for a while before driving away as Wei Zhaoye instructed. The car didn't head towards the company, but instead turned into a somewhat secluded and quiet alley.

Wei Zhaoye got out of the car and walked into a clinic without letting Uncle Deng follow him.

The clinic was located in the corner of the alley furthest from the sunlight, with pale lighting, but the clinic was very clean. A handsome man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with short hair, delicate features, but a pale face, was fiddling with reagents at the table.

Hearing the sound, the man turned around, a hint of respect on his handsome face: "Master, you don't need to come in person. I can deliver the medicine to you this evening."

"I have something to ask you."

An Yun noticed that Wei Zhaoye's expression was somewhat solemn, and his usually wooden face became more serious: "Master, have you encountered some trouble?"

Wei Zhaoye frowned and handed over a photo saved on his phone.

The girl in the photo has her hair in a half-bun, her face is rosy, and she is sleeping soundly. The angle of the photo is not very good, but the girl is naturally beautiful. Even with such a close-up shot, her porcelain-white skin does not show any flaws.