Sir, don't be too bad

Looking at the resplendent villa in the distance, Xia Yiwan's mood was too complicated to express.

"Miss, you should go and see Mr., he is in a coma." Sister Gui's eyes were red, and she was very excited when she saw Xia Yiwan.

Xia Yiwan didn't believe that Simo would get sick, but seeing Sister Gui's red eyes, she couldn't help being surprised.

"The housekeeper is taking care of the husband on the second floor, let's go up." Sister Gui couldn't wait to grab her and walk into the villa.

Standing at the door of the bedroom, Xia Yiwan took a look and saw Si Mo with his eyes closed, lying quietly on the bed, motionless.

My heart suddenly seemed to be gripped by something, a little uncomfortable, and a little panicked.

Xia Yiwan slowly moved to the bed, and as soon as she got close, she heard Si Mo's heavy breathing.

"Why did he have a fever?" Xia Yiwan looked at Si Mo's flushed face, and slowly stretched out her hand to put on his forehead.

The tentacles are as hot as fire.

The housekeeper glanced at her, "On my birthday, sir, I sat alone in the room and drank a lot of wine, and caught a cold the next day."

Xia Yiwan was startled: "Birthday?" When?

"Oh, that's the day you left." The housekeeper said.

Xia Yiwan looked at the housekeeper in astonishment, speechless.

"Mr. has never been sick, and I didn't care about it. I didn't find out that he had a fever until this morning when I saw that he was not at work. I called Dr. Li over, but he refused to take medicine and injections..."

Xia Yiwan's heart was full of confusion, and she hurriedly interrupted the housekeeper's words: "Invite Dr. Li to come here immediately, Sister Gui, go and cook some porridge and bring it here."

"Yes!" The housekeeper and Sister Gui hurriedly responded and retreated.

Xia Yi went to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water in the evening, and sat beside the bed with a towel.

However, as soon as the towel touched the man's forehead, a hand waved over.

"Go away!" Si Mo's eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed heavily, and his voice was as hoarse as a broken gong.

Xia Yiwan felt a slight pain in her heart.

Reaching out to grab the hand he waved over, Xia Yiwan softened her voice: "Don't make trouble, I'll wipe it for you, you will feel better."

The hand in the palm trembled slightly, and then he shook it back, tightly grasping her hand.

"Wanwan." Two words suddenly came out of the broken gong-like voice, hoarse, but it seemed to contain endless affection.

Xia Yiwan's eyes tightened suddenly, and she stared, the person on the bed had her eyes tightly closed, showing no sign of waking up at all.

It's like those two words are her illusion.

With a beating heart that couldn't be restrained, Xia Yiwan took a deep breath, turned her head and picked up the towel.

This time, Si Mo didn't reach out to knock it down.

After wiping the towel a few times, it quickly became cold. Xia Yiwan wanted to wash the towel, but Simo held on to her right hand tightly.

Xia Yiwan had no choice but to wash it with his left hand, squeezed out the water, and wiped his face and neck.

"Wanwan." Simo called out again, but before Xia Yiwan could answer, he trembled all over.

Xia Yiwan didn't think much about it, and hurriedly threw the towel and covered him with the quilt.

Because one hand was held by Simo, Xia Yiwan could only stand up and bend down to pull the quilt.

Unexpectedly, just as she bent down, Simo's hand suddenly exerted force, and she was pulled down on the bed.

"Wan Wan, don't go." Si Mo called out loudly, then stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly.

Simo hugged her very hard, as if he was afraid that she would disappear.

Xia Yiwan didn't know if she was strangled or something else, she just felt that it was difficult to breathe, and her eyes couldn't help being blurred.