"I really didn't know that it was the old dean who personally brought the young master back and handed him to the master."
Did the old dean bring it back?
Ling Xuewei thought for a while and then asked, "How old is A Yuan?"
"Three years old."
Three years old...there is no difference in this point.
"I see."
After Ling Xuewei said this, she walked in.
Guan Zhixing's eyes flashed and he immediately followed.
Ling Xuewei went in and saw Ye Moyan sitting by the bed, and paused at her feet.
She should have guessed that her son was sick, so how could Ye Moyan be away?
Hearing the sound, Ye Moyan just glanced at Ling Xuewei and signaled Guan Zhixing to retreat.
After Guan Zhixing went down, there were only two people left in the room, and A Yuan, who was mumbling on the bed and his face was red with fever.
After not seeing each other for a few days, the baby fat on his little face was gone, and he looked much weaker, especially since he had a high fever at the moment. He was panting sadly, and Ye Moyan placed his palm on his forehead, shrouding him with a faint light.
Convey spiritual energy.
"come over."
The sound of the flames in the night is like a deep bell, and no joy or anger can be heard.
Ling Xuewei walked over, and at this moment the little guy on the bed seemed to sense something, and opened his eyes quietly.
When he saw her, he smiled happily.
That smile instantly melted Ling Xuewei's heart.
"Sister Fairy...you're here..." The little guy's voice was still very weak, but his big watery eyes were full of desire and joy.
Ling Xuewei felt her heart suffocate.
My eyes suddenly felt sore.
What did the little guy do wrong? From the beginning, A Yuan treated her with sincerity and frankness, but what about her?
When adults do wrong things, innocent children should not be implicated.
Ling Xuewei walked over and gently held his little hand, "How come you haven't seen him for a few days and why are you disobedient? You don't even drink medicine?"
A Yuan, who was still uneasy at first, suddenly lit up, as if in disbelief, "Isn't Sister Fairy angry with A Yuan?"
Ling Xuewei felt a lump in her throat and pinched his little face softly, "Sister is not angry. Ayuan should drink the medicine obediently and get better soon. Then sister will prepare something delicious for you."
"Really?"
"real."
"Then sister can't lie to me."
"good."
…
Ye Moyan looked at Ling Xuewei in front of the bed, gentle and patient, completely different from the alienated look that night.
This woman is sometimes cunning, sometimes clingy, and sometimes cold. How many faces does she have?
With her appearance, A Yuan was finally willing to drink the medicine. Guan Zhixing, who was waiting outside, was so happy that he immediately brought in the medicine that had already been cooked.
"Sister, feed Ayuan!"
The little guy was acting coquettishly in Ling Xuewei's arms. Ye Moyan frowned slightly but did not say anything to stop him.
So Guan Zhixing handed the bowl to her, and Ling Xuewei took it. After all, the little guy was still having a fever and felt weak. Ling Xuewei held A Yuan in her arms, holding the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other to feed him.
Guan Zhixing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the little master who had been refusing to let go finally opened his mouth to drink the medicine.
His eyes fell on her, a little complicated.
Soon, after the little guy finished drinking the medicine, Ling Xuewei wiped his mouth, and when she touched it with her hand, she realized that his body was soaked with sweat.
"Is there water?" Ling Xuewei asked.
Guan Zhixing asked his servants to get some water, while Ling Xuewei took off the little guy's clothes. Unexpectedly, the little guy became shy.
Last time it was because he was in a coma, but this time it was different. Even though the little guy still had a high fever, at least he was conscious.
"You've already taken a shower, are you still afraid of this?"
Ling Xuewei flicked his head and raised her eyebrows, "Don't forget, I've seen your little elephant..."
"elder sister!!"
The little guy became angry from embarrassment, and Ling Xuewei burst into laughter, "It seems that you are quite energetic, so I can rest assured. Take off your clothes quickly, or my sister will do it herself..."
The corners of Guan Zhixing's mouth twitched.
Why does this woman look like a female gangster? Even though the young master is still young, she is a woman after all! She is still a little elephant...
"Ahem... well, let me do it?"
Just as Guan Zhixing was about to step forward, the little guy was already hugged by Ye Moyan.
When he saw it was his father, the little guy stopped struggling and let Ye Moyan obediently manipulate him.
Ye Moyan only untied his upper body, revealing the white and pink flesh, and then glanced at Ling Xuewei, "What are you doing standing there in a daze?"
"Oh." Ling Xuewei came to her senses, wrung out the towel, and began to wipe the little guy's body.
Chubby hands, arms, chubby belly...
Because A Yuan was afraid of freezing, he still wore a coat. If Ling Xuewei rubbed it somewhere, Ye Moyan would cooperate and lift off the clothes. It was obviously the first time, but the two of them cooperated very well.
Guan Zhixing looked at this scene and was a little dazed. He actually felt that this scene was inexplicably harmonious, like a family of three... He quickly shook off this thought, he must be a demon! How could he have such a ridiculous idea!
But…….
At this moment, when his master glanced at him, Guan Zhixing was agitated. He felt like he had been seen through, so he quickly calmed down and retreated.
The little guy obediently let the two manipulate him for a long time before finally wiping his body and putting on clean clothes again.
After fastening the belt, Ling Xuewei breathed a sigh of relief, and when she lowered her head, she saw that the little guy was asleep.
The little mouth was slightly open, with a suspicious trace hanging from the corner of the mouth.
"Ha..." Ling Xuewei couldn't help but laugh, and subconsciously wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, raised her head, and met a pair of eyes like the deep sea.
Ling Xuewei was startled.
Only then did she realize that they were so close, almost only a fist apart, so close that she could smell Ye Moyan's scent as cold as snow.
A trace of strangeness overflowed from the air.
Such a posture is too ambiguous and a bit dangerous.
Her hands tightened slightly, and she naturally distanced herself greatly.
"He fell asleep."
Ye Moyan spoke silently, his eyes flashing slightly, he put the sleeping little guy on the bed and covered him with a quilt.
"I shouldn't have anything to do, right? Then... I'll leave first."
At this time, she didn't want to stay with Ye Moyan.
Especially after what happened last night.
"stop."
A deep voice came, and Ye Moyan slowly walked over, "Follow me."
Knowing that Ye Moyan had something to say, Ling Xuewei followed him.
When they arrived at the living room, the servants served tea and quickly left. Ye Moyan didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point, "You will take care of A Yuan."
A calm tone, but with an unquestionable command.
Ling Xuewei raised her eyes, "Aren't you afraid that I will do something wrong?"
The voice was full of sarcasm.
They were all on guard against her before, but now they let her take care of the young master. Who do you think she is? A servant who can be dispatched at will?
Even if she is their prisoner now, the prerequisite is that she is willing to stay here. Otherwise, where else in the world can she be imprisoned, Ling Xuewei?
"I can agree to a condition for you." Ye Moyan said. (To be continued)