Song Ma asked worriedly, "Is everything alright, Young Master Jiang? How could there be a power outage? If there were a power outage, they would give advance notice. I didn't notice any power outage when I came this morning, and the food in the refrigerator is all very fresh."
"Young master, did your room also lose power last night? You don't seem to be in good spirits. Is there a problem with the wiring? Should I call a repairman to come and fix it?"
"No need." Wei Zhaoye pinched the bridge of his nose, walked to the dining table, and said lightly, "Song Ma, prepare a breakfast and send it to Jiang Han's room. He has a cold, so don't let him infect others."
Jiang Han: ...
He suddenly felt that his cousin no longer liked him.
What's with this feeling of being out of favor?
"Cousin, I have tutoring today. I'll just take some medicine and I'll be fine. It's not that serious..."
"Song Ma, call An Yun and ask him to come over." Wei Zhaoye didn't even lift his eyelids; his manner while eating was pleasing to the eye.
"Cousin, no, please don't! There's really no need to trouble Dr. An. It's just a minor illness, I'll be fine after drinking some hot water..." Jiang Han smiled awkwardly, his scalp tingling.
The thought of Dr. An, with her blank, lifeless expression, sent chills down his spine.
An Yun is Wei Zhaoye's private doctor. He rarely appears in public, but in the few times they have met, An Yun gives him a sinister feeling.
Jiang Han couldn't describe the feeling, but he found it very strange because An Yun's appearance seemed to have never changed in the past ten years. He hadn't gotten fatter or thinner, taller or shorter, and even the expression on his face hadn't changed.
So much so that every time Jiang Han saw An Yun, he felt like this person was a "fake person".
Before Bi Xie could figure out what was going on, the information about Dr. An Yun that Jiang Han and Wei Zhaoye had mentioned had already been transmitted into her mind by the hosting system.
Jiang Han struggled for a while, but eventually obediently took her breakfast back to her room and ate it.
As for tutoring, it was moved from the study to the living room, where they could communicate across several dozen meters.
Bi Xie felt it was a bit strange.
Wei Zhaoye actually skipped work today. It was a workday, but instead of going to the company, he had his assistant deliver all the documents that needed to be signed to the Wei family's main residence.
During tutoring, Bi Xie glanced subtly up to the second floor.
As she stole glances for the umpteenth time, her eyes suddenly met the man's deep, unfathomable gaze.
Wei Zhaoye wore loose silk pajamas, revealing a section of his fair and alluring collarbone. His eyebrows were lowered, thick and sharp, and the light in his eyes seemed to be wrapped with sharp blades, making Bi Xie unable to look away.
He was like a seductive enchantress, tempting people to commit crimes.
Bi Xie's face flushed red again, because she noticed that Wei Zhaoye, that old lecher, was staring at her pink lips and even licking his thin, sexy lips in front of her.
The tingling sensation of being lightly brushed by a feather spread through my heart again, like being struck by an electric current, causing a brief numbness in my heart.
Jiang Han was doing her homework. Because she had taken cold medicine, she was feeling sleepy, and her chestnut-colored short hair looked listless.
Song Ma kept refilling his water with hot water, feeling sorry for him.
After a while, Bi Xie couldn't resist looking up at the second floor again.
The tall, handsome man shifted his position, his deep, dark eyes, seemingly bottomless, were obscured by stray hairs and drooping eyelids. He held a phone in his hand, as if studying something.
Bi Xie glanced at him, and he immediately opened his eyes to look over. The silk pajamas that outlined his figure made him exude a kind of sexy aura.
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