Stubborn Love of a Roguish Scion

"She..." the chef faltered.

"What is she?!" Bo Yu asked sharply.

"She doesn't get close to anyone."

Mo Jiangye sneered: "I'm usually closest to you!"

"No, no, no, she just came to get beef from me and left after saying a few words."

"Oh? You have to bring it to her with your own hands every time she wants to eat?"

"Yes, the beef cannot be left for too long, otherwise it will be stale. Every time she comes to pick it up, the time is fixed. Every time she arrives, the beef will be ready."

"What about the servants?" Bo Yu asked urgently.

"Those servants will only come with the wet nurse when she brings the young master to the kitchen. At other times, she comes alone."

"Knock, knock, knock—" there was a knock on the door from outside.

"roll!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The chef was frightened and sweated.

"Master, I have investigated all the wet nurses and servants who take care of the young master. There is really no problem."

The absence of a problem means there is a problem! !

"There are also the young master's funeral affairs——"

"Shut up!"

Bo Yu shut up immediately and saw Ye Erruo walking in from outside.

"Young Madam."

"It's so late, do you have anything else to do?" Er Ruo looked anxious.

"No, the young master just finished the meeting."

After saying that, Bo Yu silently exited the room.

"Mo Jiangye, little Xingchen has a fever." Ye Erruo strode over.

Mo Jiangye frowned: "Fever?"

"Yes." She got angry and had a fever - this was something she had never seen before!

Little Xingchen has never been sick since she was born, so Ye Erruo is very worried.

Moreover, little Xingchen cries very hard when she is in her arms, and will only get better if her nanny holds her.

Mo Jiangye stood up, held her hand and took her out: "There is a doctor in Ye'erruo, so don't worry!"

"Little Xingchen has never been sick before, she must be scared." She was about to cry.

"How can a child not get sick??" Mo Jiangye comforted him.

The doctors were all present in Xingchen's new room. The little guy cried very quietly, and the nanny next to him had red eyes with anxiety.

"He is still so young. How can such a young child get sick with a fever?" Ye Erruo asked, holding Mo Jiangye's hand tightly.

"Small fever, nothing serious. Don't worry, young lady." The doctor said.

"heard it?"

"This fever does not need to be treated. The young master can heal on his own. Madam, the baby rarely gets sick in the first six months. The baby's own immune system from the mother will protect him. The young master's fever is not a fever. Please wait for a while. A hundred hearts will be enough,” the doctor said again.

Ye Erruo breathed a sigh of relief, that's good!

The little guy wouldn't let her hold him. After hearing that he had a fever, she panicked and went to Mo Jiangye immediately.

But the more he refused to let her hug him, the more she wanted to hug him.

"Little Xingchen, I am Mommy..." Ye Erruo stood next to the wet nurse and held his little hand with her hand, feeling very uncomfortable.

As soon as she hugged him, he cried so hard.

"Stop crying, baby~" the wet nurse coaxed "little Xingchen" with a distressed look on her face. Ye Erruo was stunned, as if he had been hit with a stick on the top of his head.

Thinking about it carefully, this new nanny seems to care too much about little Xingchen.

"Mo Jiangye? Where is the wet nurse from Xingchen?"

"They were burned to death in the fire, and those servants also deserved to die!" Mo Jiangye stepped forward and pulled her out.

Before leaving, Ye Erruo turned her head and glanced thoughtfully at the new nanny. She treated little Xingchen like her own son, and...