Mu Chengfeng stood under the black umbrella, looked at her, and ordered with disdain: "Don't let her get dirty inside. We won't let her in until the rain washes away the dirt on her body."
"Yes, sir."
His eyes passed over Ning Yazhi indifferently, and then he stepped into the house elegantly and arrogantly, with not even a trace of mud on his leather shoes.
Aunt Yun waited for his back to disappear, then hurriedly turned on the water faucet with another servant to wash Ning Yazhi quickly.
Ning Yazhi was shivering from the cold and her lips were blue, but her eyes were shining with dazzling light. She bit her lips tightly and let the cold water hit her body.
"Ning Yazhi, you are such a stupid kid. Fortunately, the young master showed mercy, otherwise you would have died long ago." Aunt Yun couldn't help but advise her.
Aunt Yun later found out that the little singer named Liangliang deliberately let Ning Yazhi go out and suffer such hardships. By the time she knew it, it was already too late.
Ning Yazhi said weakly: "Aunt Yun, I..." It's okay.
The last two words were not spoken, and she fainted softly against Aunt Yun. Aunt Yun touched her hand and was startled: "Ning Yazhi, you have a high fever, Ning Yazhi, Ning Yazhi—"
"Aunt Yun, she passed out. She looks very ill. She was also exposed to the rain all day..."
"Send her back to the room quickly and call the doctor."
"Aunt Yun, the road is blocked and the doctor can't get in at all."
The two of them worked together to carry Ning Yazhi to the bathroom in the room, gave her a bath with hot water, and then wrapped her in a thick quilt.
All medicines were prepared in the villa. Aunt Yun gave the unconscious Ning Yazhi some fever-reducing medicine and also fed her some milk.
Ning Yazhi's body was hot and cold. Nuo An came in twice and was taken care of by Aunt Yun. It looked very serious, but his face was still expressionless, as if he didn't care about Ning Yazhi's life or death at all.
It is conceivable that the young master would not care about the life or death of a maid.
Nuo An walked into Mu Chengfeng's bedroom. He sat on the large leather sofa and looked out the window. The rain outside showed no signs of stopping, but instead intensified.
The face as handsome as Satan is very calm, and his eyes are as deep as the sea, and no emotion can be seen in him.
"Master, in this kind of weather, even a plane can't get in. I'm afraid we have to wait until the rain stops before we can leave the city."
"Who allowed you to save that woman?" A cold voice sounded.
Nuo An was startled, and then said: "After all, she is the young master's personal assistant. Ah Ai couldn't bear to save her. Master, don't blame her for being nosy."
Mu Chengfeng stood up, with a cold curve on his lips: "You are very protective of Ah Ai, and I don't blame you for that. If this happens again next time, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"Yes, Master, there will never be a next time."
In the middle of the night, Ning Ya felt her whole body burning hot. She wanted to drink water, "Water, give me water..." She turned sideways with great effort, but she had no strength at all.
My throat felt as if it was on fire.
She tried hard to open her eyes, but her eyelids didn't obey at all. Well, can someone give her a glass of cold water? She is really thirsty and feels very uncomfortable.
Just when she felt like she was struggling in the hot desert, her lips suddenly felt cold, and a coolness flowed into her mouth, like a sweet spring in the desert.
Ning Yazhi didn't care where the sweet spring came from. She pursed her lips and sucked in the sweet spring desperately.