Chapter 21

It's not perfume.

The smell on her body is the same as that of her, fresh and non aggressive.

It is a long stream, people slowly get used to it, it is difficult to give up.

Xiao Yan sniffed at the tip of his nose and did not speak again. He walked back to the villa with a Zhao on his back.

When the housekeeper saw him coming back with ah Zhao on his back, he looked very calm. Maybe he had seen a lot of things in the past six months, and nothing was strange.

However, Xiao Yan seldom spoke with him, although in a Zhao's eyes, he changed a lot. But in fact, Xiao Yan still does not like to take the initiative to talk to people other than a Zhao.

"Housekeeper, get the antipyretic and call the doctor."

The housekeeper nodded subconsciously, until Xiao Yan went upstairs with his back on his back. Why should I be so obedient?

He walked to the door of Xiao Zhaofang.

"Teacher, where are your keys?" He asked.

The person on the back didn't respond.

Xiao Yan looked sideways: "teacher."

In the eye is a Zhao's delicate face, and tightly closed eyes - she does not know when to sleep.

The burning breath hits his side face. Xiao Yan moves with some discomfort and looks at a Zhao.

Two seconds later, he sighed, as if he had made a decision.

His feet moved and he went to the side of the room.

The door is automatic iris recognition, Xiao Yan carrying a Zhao straight into the room.

His room is extremely simple, except for a bed, a bedside table, a wardrobe, there is nothing extra.

He put a Zhao on the bed.

A Zhao is very familiar, in the body and soft bed contact of the moment, she instinctively kick off the shoes on her feet, holding the quilt will wrap themselves into a silkworm chrysalis.

Xiao Yan looked at this scene in a novel way. He felt that he had a new understanding of Xu Zhao today: he would act like a coquettish girl unconsciously and act like this.

"Young master?" The housekeeper stood at the door with the medicine box in his hand.

He thought that he might have a problem with his eyes. Otherwise, how could he see Master Xiao Yan bring Miss Xu into his room?

It's still on my bed!

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

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

What's more, the bedroom is a private area.

Even Miss Xu Zhao, for such a long time, has never entered master Xiao Yan's room (at least he knows it), let alone master Xiao Yan's bed!

Is it so special and important for master Xiao Yan to treat Miss Xu?

Thinking of Xu Zhao's identity and his wife's words, the housekeeper looked at Xiao Yan's eyes and suddenly felt a sense of impatience.

If If one day, young master Xiao Yan knows that Miss Xu Zhao is called by his wife and approached him specially

The housekeeper did not dare to think about what kind of things the young man in front of him would do.

He lowered his eyes and suppressed the trace of compassion that rose from his heart: it was better to discard the unnecessary compassion for each of them.

"The medicine box is here, the medicine for fever and cold is here. It will take about 10 minutes for the doctor to come."

Xiao Yan nodded and went to the door to take the things in the hands of the housekeeper: "thank you."

He did not let the housekeeper enter his room door.

The door closed.

Xiao Yan finds out the right medicine, and then falls into a deep thought:

now the question is how to make the sleeping teacher take the medicine?