"Go back if you have nothing to do, you don't need to work overtime today."

"okay."

Yan Wushu was thinking in a daze that Mr. Yue is actually a good person. Although he is always asked to do things that are not within his scope of duties, and he is very picky about him, he is paid a lot.Let him rest, and never let him work overtime except for the business trip with him. The company's benefits are much more than other companies, so much that Yan Wushu suspects that Yue is always doing charity, why is he always giving things away.

He had already closed the doorknob, but the door opened before him. It was Secretary Zhang who entered the door. The other party moved very carefully and lightly. He was not surprised to see Yan Wushu standing there with sleepy eyes.Surprised look.

"Mr. Yue, why don't you sleep more? Didn't Master Luo say that you must sleep for a few weeks after taking medicine for this disease, or you will have a headache again. I still remember your miserable situation last time." He seemed to think of something, turned to Yan Wushu, subconsciously accused: "Is it you—"

Halfway through the conversation, seeing the man's unfriendly winks, his tongue immediately discounted: "Uh, it's okay, I mean, did you two sleep together? No, I, oh my mouth, I don't know what I'm talking about hahaha..."

The two exchanged some more things, but Yan Wushu didn't quite understand. After Secretary Zhang asked for instructions, he ran away quickly, as if he was going to find that Master Luo.

Yan Wushu vaguely felt that something was wrong, Mr. Yue was sleeping just now, and what's wrong with him?

He was busy thinking, and for a moment he forgot that he was going out of the office, but Yue Zong didn't even urge him.

"Mr. Yue..."

"What's the matter, what else?"

His tone was as calm as usual, showing the usual sense of distance between superiors and subordinates.

Yan Wushu turned his back to Mr. Yue, and he seemed to be flipping through documents when he heard the sound.But in fact, the heavier Yamate was pressing on the folder to flip through it, but his eyes were fixed on him.

"I want to ask, is your illness serious? What is it?" Yan Wushu really wanted to know, even if he ignored the strange feeling in his heart, he was subconsciously concerned about this issue.

There was no response from behind, Yan Wushu thought he didn't want to answer and was feeling lost, when he heard the man say, "It's serious."

Yan Wushu immediately turned around and asked, "What disease can it be cured?"

Caught off guard, they both stared at each other for a moment, and Yue Zhongshan took the lead to look away.

"Thinking disorder, people who can't get it appear in dreams again and again, and can't sleep all night."

Yan Wushu was startled when he heard the name of the disease.

He had some suspicions that he was self-indulgent, but he still asked: "...When did you get it?"

"Last July thirteenth."

So precise?My mind suddenly froze, it seemed... the day he came for the interview.

Yan Wushu remembered, it was indeed that day, he remembered it very clearly, only three days after his birthday, his grandfather gave him a somewhat expensive workplace suit, he was very impressed, because that suit symbolized hisThe clothes to step into the workplace are also because of the first interview, which was the day he met Mr. Yue, who personally interviewed him.

At that time, he was still very surprised that this person didn't seem to be the boss here, nor was he an HR. Why did he suddenly want to interview him, but the boss at the time said that this was the big boss in the future, so Yan Wushu had a one-on-one interview with sincerity and trepidation, and wongot his first job in his life.

So: "That nightmare, it's you..."

Yan Wushu guessed naturally that it was probably because he had experienced the grotesque world of supernatural powers.

Even if you tell him now that the world he lives in is not as "ordinary" as he thought, I'm afraid he won't be very surprised.

"Yes." Unexpectedly, Yue Zhongshan admitted it very simply.

"I was born with strange abilities. As long as it is something I want, it will eventually come to me, but it may not be what I want at first, because all this is done in a half-dream and half-awake.Hosted by a paranoid evil spirit, it will stop at nothing to bring back whatever I want."

Yan Wushu felt cold all over, but recalling everything that happened in the dream, he felt something was wrong: "But... I didn't see you in the dream."

"Everyone in the dream is me."

No, still no: "They didn't use any means." To plunder him, they even repelled him at the beginning. If they want to get him, with their ability, it is obviously very simple. Even for Mr. Yue himself, it is not difficult in this worlddo it.

The man picked up a glass of water from the desk, mixed it with something unknown and drank it down: "Drinking medicine can suppress it."

He tried his best to grab the wild beast in his heart, so as not to disturb his favorite rose.

"But they're still annoying..." muttered under his breath.

What Yan Wushu is saying here is not that they are bad, but that they always want to cling to each other, especially the idiot who keeps talking about his wife.

The word annoying is particularly clear: "Sorry."

Even in their dreams, they have their own evils, lack of emotion, manipulativeness, conformity, desire for power, edge of bloodthirsty, and weakness called freedom to escape.

After the showdown, Yue Zhongshan was especially easy to talk to, and Yan Wushu pushed his boundaries unconsciously.

"Then tell me, what exactly is the bottle that Gong Mingjing gave you, and why did you wake up from the dream after using it?"

Yue Zhongshan seemed to be sorting out the vast amount of memories in his mind: "He deciphered the basic composition of that world, and the liquid in the bottle is the original power of dreams."

"What is that?" Yan Wushu asked.

The man stared at him: "My desire for you."

The puppet of love and desire, pulling silk into a play, he is the puppet that is parasitized by love and desire and is on the verge of losing control. Only by sending the silk thread to his rose hand can he tenderly offer love.

Yan Wushu's face was blushing, this person was surprisingly similar to Gong Mingjing in this respect, he could always say something that made people blush and heartbeat without shame.

Simply put, perverted.

"As the vehicle of my desire, he was doomed the moment he realized it."

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