Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 1052 Angels Arrive 3

Lingyao was standing in the middle of the long corridor when she saw two women in maid clothes passing by her. They had no reaction at all to her sudden appearance.

Lingyao followed the two women.

I took a look at the manor castle-like house in front of me.

The house was very big. After walking quickly and turning three or four corners, the two servants finally stopped.

They stood at the door, but did not go in. Instead, they lowered a board on the door and placed the plates and a box of painkillers in their hands on it.

Then he hurried away without saying anything.

They were talking as they walked.

"Master, can you eat by yourself like that?"

"This is none of our business. The master told us to just deliver the things and not to interfere with other matters."

After the two of them walked away, Lingyao stood in front of the door, raised her hand and tried to push the door open, but after turning it once, she found that the door was locked from the inside.

Half an hour later, Lingyao pried open the door lock, opened the door, and then carefully closed the door.

Lingyao was quite careful when she went in. After all, she didn't know who was inside and whether he was dangerous.

But he stopped after stepping into the room.

The windows in the room were closed and the curtains were drawn tightly, resulting in poor air circulation. As soon as one entered the room, one could smell a faint smell of blood in the air.

Lingyao followed the smell of blood and saw a little boy curled up on a large European-style bed.

Yes, it was a little boy, who looked no more than seven or eight years old. He was wearing a small suit and overalls, and he was lying on the bed motionless.

Lingyao turned her head and glanced at the painkillers placed next to the plate, frowning slightly. Instead of calling a doctor when someone was injured, why did they let a child take painkillers?

Lingyao walked over and found out why the person on the bed had not responded for such a long time since she opened the door and came in, because he had already fainted from the fever.

The little boy is very handsome, with thick eyelashes and delicate facial features.

Although the Zhong Yanchuan Lingyao met yesterday was wearing a mask, she still intuitively believed that the person in front of her should be Zhong Yanchuan.

Lingyao touched his burning forehead and stood there for a while. For the first time, she felt a little powerless.

Judging from the reactions of the servants just now, the people here cannot see her. Although this gives her some convenience in moving around, it also brings her some obstacles. For example, she cannot call a doctor to treat her.

Lingyao thought about it, and finally turned around and went to the bathroom in the room, wet a towel with cold water and covered Zhong Yanchuan's forehead with it.

Then he turned around and went out, searching this huge British mansion for almost an hour before he found two packets of children's fever-reducing medicine, which he found in a place that was suspected to be the maid's residence.

The maid also has children, so she has children's fever-reducing medicine.

Lingyao took a bag and returned to the room.

Little Zhong Yanchuan had lost consciousness due to the fever, and the towel on his forehead was rubbed off by him.

Lingyao first took a glass of warm water, helped the person up from the bed and took a sip.

Little Zhong Yanchuan was unconscious and had to rely on water to drink. A lot of water rolled down Lingyao's hands.

Lingyao didn't react at all.

I just pulled out two pieces of tissue paper to pad him to prevent it from rolling into his clothes.

After letting him moisten his throat a little, Lingyao fed him the medicine in the same way. However, because of the experience of feeding him water before, she didn't miss much of the medicine.

After all, medicines are precious.

After working for a long time, Lingyao finally drew aside the curtains and opened the windows to let in some fresh air and light, and began to look for the wounds on Zhong Yanchuan's body.

Looking at it this way, it's really shocking.

His little arms and hands were covered with scratches, and judging by the width of the scratches, they must have been caused by a belt.

Lingyao's eyes froze slightly, like snow in March, and instantly turned into ice.

Lingyao went downstairs for the third time. This time it took her less time and she came back with the ointment half an hour later.

After simply cleaning and applying medicine to Zhong Yanchuan, Lingyao covered him with a quilt and then opened the window a little more to let the smell of medicine dissipate in the room.

Fortunately, after taking a packet of cold medicine, Zhong Yanchuan's fever subsided.

During the process, Lingyao fed the person water twice.

She ate half of the meal brought by the maid and put away the box of painkillers.

In the afternoon, when the maid came to deliver food again, she saw that the food had been touched. She breathed a sigh of relief and then turned around to send a message to Mr. Zhong to report.

After hearing the maid walk away, Lingyao stood up and prepared to take the dinner tray. Just after she stood up and took two steps, she heard movement coming from the bed behind her.

Lingyao turned around, blinked, and met the eyes of the spraying shower head and the large bathtub in the bathroom.

Depend on!

Lingyao wanted to curse her father. What was wrong with her father?

Seeing that her little God of Wealth had woken up, she turned around and came back without even having the time to speak to him face to face.

Lingyao kicked the bathtub in frustration.

She turned the jade pendant around here and there, even replicating the exact same pose she had used to cross it at the beginning, and then - nothing happened.

She had no choice but to give up, take a shower and lie down on the bed again.

When she came in, she was quite dissatisfied when she heard the housekeeper say that he wanted to make breakfast.

Are her hands used to make breakfast!

You know, guns have no eyes, so her hands should be used to touch things like this.

But now seeing how miserable the little God of Wealth used to be, I decided to just make this breakfast.

After all, the God of Wealth has done it for her countless times, so why should she just spoil him?

So the next day Lingyao got up in the morning and made breakfast for Zhong Yanli.

She didn't know much, so she cooked a bowl of noodles and fried two eggs for Zhong Yanli, and also made him a cup of black soybean milk.

The butler paused slightly when he came forward to take the breakfast.

"Miss Fu, the young master is used to eating Western breakfast, such as whole wheat croissants or waffles with hot milk. Miss Fu may not be familiar with this. Today I will send you a list of the young master's eating habits. Please memorize them."

Lingyao: ...

Despite saying so, the housekeeper still brought Lingyao's breakfast upstairs.

Not long after, it was brought down again.

The housekeeper placed the breakfast in front of Lingyao and let her enjoy it by herself, while he went to the classroom building with another Western breakfast that had been prepared long ago.

Lingyao: Hello? So what's the purpose of asking her to do a part as well?

Well, for now she couldn't say anything harsh to the God of Wealth.

At this time, she missed Fugui a little.

In the past, at this time, it was the one that had to take the blame.

Lingyao stayed in the villa for three days. Except for the first day when she met Zhong Yanchuan who lived on the second floor by coincidence, she did not see Zhong Yanchuan even once during the rest of the time.

It wasn't because she followed the rules and automatically dodged when she heard the noise.

It was because Zhong Yanchuan never went downstairs since that day.

Just when Lingyao was thinking about whether she should find a way to go upstairs, she put it on again.