Mr.President, don't be too bad

The housekeeper called the private doctor of the Secretary's family and gave an injection to reduce the fever. Now an hour has passed and she hasn't woken up.

"I have a cold and a fever. Now the fever is receding. I'll probably wake up after the liquid is delivered." Dr. Li picked up the thermometer and looked at it.

Si Mo frowned and looked at the housekeeper: "clean up a room for Dr. Li."

"Yes!" The housekeeper bowed.

Dr. Li thanked and went out. Not long after, the housekeeper came in and saw Si Mo still standing in front of the bed with a frown. He couldn't help but say, "Sir, let others stay and look after the young lady."

"No, I have business to deal with. You can watch first. You go down first."

"Yes!"

The room was quiet again. Si Mo stood like that, staring at the woman on the bed.

The person on the bed was tall and full of 1.7 meters, but at the moment she huddled tightly like a homeless cat.

The snow-white skin becomes crimson due to high fever, and the long hair like seaweed falls on the white pillow, with shallow moisture and aroma, innocent and imaginative.

Sima's Adam's Apple moved up and down, sat by the bed, raised his hand and stroked a strand of broken hair behind her ear.

I was prepared to meet her yesterday, but it was a big accident that she was drugged.

However, he liked the accident.

"Well ~ ~ water." Summer night cry - cry.

Si Mo collected his thoughts, got up, poured a cup of warm water and brought it.

Pick up Xia Yiwan, let her lean against herself, and then put the water cup close to her lips.

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Xia Yiwan was awakened by the sound of the alarm. When she looked up, she found that the sun had reached the middle.

"Miss, you finally wake up." Seeing Xia Yiwan open her eyes, sister GUI is very excited.

Listening to the strange title, the memory of Xia Yiwan slowly returned, and then the whole body couldn't help tightening.

Glancing around, he didn't see Si Mo, and then he breathed, "what's the matter with me?"

Her head was heavy and her body was suffering badly.

"You have a cold and a fever. Last night, you had an injection to reduce your fever. The doctor said you should have a good rest."

Xia Yi rubbed the eyebrows in the evening.

Her body was so fragile that a cold bath threw her down.

"Let me help you up and wash." Sister GUI said.

"No, I can." Xia Yiwan said and sat up.

She is not a delicate and weak young lady, and she doesn't have to be served to wash her.

Looking around, the black-and-white room is spacious and simple. In addition to the big bed where she sits, there are only two single sofas and a small table in front of the French window.

A cool wind blew. Xia Yi was cold in the evening. Looking down, she saw that she was wearing a brand-new silk suspender pajama.

"This was sent by Sir this morning, and the washing utensils are new." Sister GUI said.

There was a silence in summer.

"Miss, wash first. I'll see if the porridge is ready." Sister GUI said and went out of the bedroom.

"OK." Xia Yi gets out of bed late, bitterly hooks her lips and enters the bathroom.

Anyway, life should go on and food should be eaten.

After washing and changing clothes, Xia Yi went downstairs in the evening.

As soon as I turned the corner of the stairs, I saw a man in a black shirt sitting quietly on the sofa, holding an iPad in his hand, looking at something.

The footsteps of summer night stopped in an instant.

Two maids stood downstairs, looking respectful. When she came down, they immediately bent down.

"Hello, miss!"