Not a perfume smell.

The smell on her body is the same as the person she feels like, fresh and not aggressive.

But it is a long stream, and it is difficult to let people get used to it slowly.

Xiao Yan sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose, didn't speak again, and walked back towards the villa with Ah Zhao on his back.

The housekeeper saw him coming back with Ah Zhao on his back, and his expression looked very calm - probably because he had seen a lot of things in the past six months, and he was not surprised by anything.

Xiao Yan rarely spoke to him - although in Ah Zhao's eyes, he had changed a lot. But in fact, Xiao Yan still doesn't like to take the initiative to talk to people other than A Zhao.

"Butler, bring the fever medicine and call the doctor."

The housekeeper subconsciously nodded and did so, and it wasn't until Xiao Yan carried someone upstairs on his back that he reacted: Why should I be so obedient?

Xiao Yan carried Ah Zhao to the door of the room.

"Teacher, where is your key?" He asked.

There was no reaction from the person on the back.

Xiao Yan tilted his head and looked over: "Teacher." ”

It was Ah Zhao's delicate face, and her tightly closed eyes—she didn't know when she had fallen asleep.

The scorching breath hit the side of his face, Xiao Yan moved a little uncomfortably, and looked at Ah Zhao.

After two seconds, he let out a low sigh, as if he had made a decision.

With a slight movement of his footsteps, he walked to the edge of the next room.

The door was automatically recognized by the iris, and Xiao Yan carried Ah Zhao straight into the room.

His room was furnished in an extremely simple way, with nothing extra than a bed, a bedside table, and a wardrobe.

He put Ah Zhao on the bed with some jerky movements.

Ah Zhao is very familiar with herself, and the moment her body touches the soft bed, she instinctively kicks the shoes on her feet and wraps herself in a silkworm chrysalis while holding the quilt.

Xiao Yan looked at this scene with novelty, he felt as if he had re-acquainted Xu Zhao today: he would be coquettish unconsciously, and he would do such childish actions.

"Young Master?" The butler stood at the door with a medical kit in his hand, shocked.

He felt that he might have a problem with his eyes, otherwise how could he see Young Master Xiao Yan bring Miss Xu into his room?

It's still on my bed!

Who doesn't know how serious Young Master Xiao Yan's cleanliness habit is?

On weekdays, except for Miss Xu Zhao, others can't even touch him.

Not to mention the private area of the bedroom.

Even Miss Xu Zhao, after so long, has never entered Young Master Xiao Yan's room (at least he knows it), let alone go to Young Master Xiao Yan's bed!

In Young Master Xiao Yan's heart, is it so special and important to treat Miss Xu?

Thinking of Xu Zhao's identity, and then thinking of his wife's words, somehow, the housekeeper looked at Xiao Yan's gaze, and suddenly felt a little unbearable.

If...... If one day, Young Master Xiao Yan knew that Miss Xu Zhao was specially approached by his wife......

The butler didn't dare to think about what the young man in front of him would do.

He lowered his eyes and suppressed the trace of compassion that rose in his heart: each for his own master, this unnecessary compassion is better discarded.

"The medicine kit is here, the fever reducer and cold medicine are there, and it will take about ten minutes for the doctor to arrive."

Xiao Yan nodded, walked to the door and took the things in the housekeeper's hand: "There is labor." ”

He didn't let the butler into his room.

The door was closed.

Xiao Yan found the right medicine, and then fell into deep thought:

Now the question is, how do you get the teacher who slept to take medicine?