One Kiss Becomes Love: The President's Naughty Little Maid

Xia Yihan did not feel the tenderness he had never felt before, and was still excited in the chaos.

She suddenly grabbed Ye Zimo's arm, stared round her eyes, clenched her teeth and shouted to him, "I'm going to kill you! Kill you! "

Her eyes were red and she grabbed him on the arm with all her strength.

"Xia Yihan, you're crazy!" The housekeeper scolded, but ye Zimo stretched out his other hand to signal him to shut up.

Xia Yihan didn't know where the strength came from. He grabbed him left and right, and even bit him. Ye Zimo had no expression. She soon made bleeding red scratches and deep tooth marks on her arm.

They were stunned by the wine, and their worship of Ye Zimo deepened several layers.

Maybe he used all his strength. Xia Yihan suddenly fainted after frantically venting for a while.

"Xia Yihan!" Ye Zimo called her in a deep voice. Her subconscious seemed to hear it, but there was no way to respond, and her breathing slowly became hard.

"Where's the doctor! Why is it so slow? " Ye Zimo frowned and asked the housekeeper. At this time, the doctor just came in.

"Mr. Ye, I'm here. I was just telling the nurse to prepare medicine."

The doctor followed the nurse with the medicine box to the bed.

"All out, only doctors and nurses!"

After ye Zimo's short order, the housekeeper led everyone out and brought them to the door. After going out, the housekeeper ordered Jiujiu and Liu Xiaojiao to go back to their rooms to rest, while he left Zhao Tianai alone to talk in a low voice.

The nurse wanted to take his temperature. Ye Zimo stood up and made room for them to check and treat.

"How many degrees?" He asked in a hurry.

"Forty two."

"Reduce her fever at once!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye, I'm going to give her fever medicine. There are two kinds of medicine, one is... "The doctor seems to have a long speech, and ye Zimo categorically interrupted him.

"Why? Which one, use which one! "

"OK, Mr. Ye!"

With antipyretic drugs and antibiotics, Xia Yihan's whole body was soon soaked with sweat, like washing with water.

"Mr. Ye, the temperature has dropped. It's 37.5 degrees now. Today's medicine has been finished, and the infusion should be carried out at least every ten hours. Here is an antipyretic. If you burn above 38 degrees five, use it every four hours. If you don't have a fever, don't use it. "

The doctor saw that Mr. Ye cared about the maid very much, so he explained everything in detail.

He had planned to ask the nurse to stay and take care of him, but he didn't think that ye Mo Yang raised his hand and said, "go back!"

Who would like to accompany the patient here? As soon as they heard him let go, they quickly packed up and left.

Ye Zimo sat down by her bed again. Seeing her weak appearance, the fever subsided and there was no danger. After the fever subsided, her face was as white as paper, and he stared at her with some anger and some worry.

At almost six o'clock in the morning, Xia Yihan woke up from chaos. She opened her eyes and saw the handsome face of common anger.

He still looked at her with such concerned eyes. Is this a dream?

But this dream is too strange. A person who has nothing to do with it should not dream even if he dreams.

She looked at him incredulously and looked at the whole room again.

Yes, she was lying on the bed in the worker's room, and ye Zimo, known as the prince, sat by her bed.

She only remembered that she had a fever, but she didn't know how serious it was.

"Mr. Ye? How could it be you? " She held on and wanted to get up, but her body was still weak and couldn't get up at all.

When she woke up, a glimmer of joy flashed in Ye Zimo's eyes and soon returned to coldness.

His face was cold and his voice was cold. He asked her, "who should it be? Hai? You did this for him. Did he care about your life and death? "

Xia Yihan is still a little confused. He only knows that he seems to be unhappy, but he doesn't realize that he is jealous.

She shook her head and explained, "Mr. Ye, you really misunderstood. Mr. Hai and I have nothing to do. It's not what you think."

As soon as he woke up, he lied. Why did he care about her life and death? He stayed in front of her bed all night like a psycho. This is what he would do only if his mother and his grandmother were ill.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he was. He got up and left without looking at her again.

The housekeeper originally wanted to ignore Xia Yihan. If she was ill, he could hide for an unknown reason and achieve the purpose of punishing her.

Unexpectedly, ye Zimo ordered him to get up and find a doctor as soon as he fell asleep, and he was told to wait outside.

He didn't say how long he would wait. He didn't dare to leave casually, so he had to pace back and forth outside all the time.

Ye Zimo stayed in the room all night. He walked on the corridor of the workers' room all night.

The door of Xia Yihan's room finally opened. He saw Ye Zimo coming out of it with an unhappy face. He hurriedly greeted him and asked with concern, "Mr. Ye, is Yihan better? It's all my fault. I thought it was all right. "

Ye Zimo suddenly stopped, glanced at the housekeeper's face and asked him in a very ordinary tone: "is pulling grass at noon every day conducive to the growth of flowers?"

The housekeeper didn't know how to answer for the moment.

If it's unfavorable, doesn't it show that he is deliberately tossing Xia Yihan?

It seems that it can only be said to be favorable.

So he cleared his throat and replied, "yes, pull the grass at noon. Some small grass is easy to wither by the sun, so it won't come back from death."

Ye Zimo seemed to be listening to him very seriously. When he finished, he praised softly: "yes, it sounds reasonable. It seems that you know a lot about flowers and plants. If you don't take care of them yourself, you will be inferior. From today on, go to the back garden at noon every day to pull grass and water it. "