The Little Maid and Her Domineering CEO

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, widened her eyes, and gritted her teeth, "I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

Her eyes were bloodshot and she tried her best to grab him by the arm.

"Xia Yihan, you're crazy!" The butler scolded, but Ye Zimo reached out his other hand to signal him to shut up.

Xia Yihan didn't know where the strength came from. He grabbed him from left to right and even bit him. Ye Zimo was expressionless, and her arm was soon covered in bloody scratches and deep teeth marks.

Wine and the others were stunned, and their admiration for Ye Zimo deepened a few levels.

Perhaps he had used all his strength, and after venting his rage for a while, Xia Yihan suddenly fainted.

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

"Where's the doctor? Why are you so slow?" Ye mo frowned and turned to ask the butler, just as the doctor came in.

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

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

"All out, only the doctors and nurses!"

After Ye Zimo's short order, the butler led everyone out and closed the door. After leaving the house, the housekeeper told Wine and Liu Xiaojiao to go back to their rooms to rest. He left Zhao Tianai alone to whisper.

The nurse wanted to take her temperature, and Ye Zimo stood up to make room for them to check and treat.

"How low?" He asked in a hurry.

"Forty two."

"Bring her fever down immediately!"

"Yes, Mr. Ye, I was just about to give her an antipyretic. There were two types of medicine, one was..." The doctor seemed to be going on with a long speech, and Ye Zimo cut him off with certainty.

"You still need to ask? Which one should be used quickly?"

"Okay, Mr. Ye!"

Xia Yihan was given antipyretics and antibiotics at the same time, and soon his whole body was soaked with sweat, like water.

Mr. Ye, the temperature has dropped. It's 37 degrees five. The medicine for today had already been given, and the infusion should be given at least ten hours apart. Here is the antipyretic. If the fever is above 38 degrees five and you use it every four hours, you won't need it if you don't have a fever."

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

He was going to ask the nurse to stay and take care of him, but without thinking, ye mo raised his hand and said, "Go back!"

Who would want to stay here with the patient? When they heard that he was going to let them go, the two of them quickly packed up and left.

Ye Zimo sat down next to her bed and looked at her frail face. The fever had subsided and there was no danger. After the fever subsided, her face was as white as paper, and he looked at her with a mixture of anger and worry.

It was almost six in the morning when Xia Yihan woke up from the chaos. She opened her eyes and saw the angry face of Zhang Shuai.

He was still looking at her with such concern. Was this a dream?

But this dream is too strange, an irrelevant person, even in a dream, should not dream.

She looked at him in disbelief and looked around the room.

Yes, she was lying on the bed in the worker's room, and Ye Zimo, who was known as the crown prince, was sitting beside her bed.

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

"Mr. Ye? Why are you here?" She struggled to get up, her body still limp and unable to get up.

When she woke up, a trace 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? Did he care if you did this for him?"

Xia Yihan was still a little confused. He only knew that he seemed unhappy, but he didn't realize that he was jealous.

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

Why did he care if she was dead or alive? He even spent the whole night in front of her bed like a lunatic, something he would only do if his mother and grandmother were sick.

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

The housekeeper had wanted to leave Xia Yihan alone. If she was ill, he could still avoid her for an unknown reason and punish her.

I didn't expect ye mo to order me to get up and look for a doctor just after I fell asleep, and I was told to wait outside.

He didn't say how long he would wait, so he didn't dare to leave, so he just paced back and forth outside.

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

The door to Xia Yihan's room finally opened. He saw Ye Zimo come out of it unhappily and hurriedly meet her. He asked with concern, "Mr. Ye, is Yihan better? It's all my fault for being sloppy. I thought nothing was wrong."

Ye Zimo suddenly stopped, glanced at the housekeeper's face, and asked him in a very normal tone, "Is it good for the growth of flowers to pull grass at noon every day?"

The butler did not know what to say for a moment.

Speaking of disadvantages, doesn't that mean he's deliberately torturing Xia Yihan?

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

So he cleared his throat and replied, "Yes, at noon, some small grass will be easily withered by the sun, so it won't come back to life."

Ye Zimo seemed to be listening to him very seriously. When he finished, he praised him in a low voice, "That's right. It sounds reasonable. It seems that you know a lot about plants and flowers. If you don't take care of them yourself, you'll be wasting your talents. From today onwards, you can go to the back garden every afternoon to weed and water it."