Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Fu Lingxiao turned back indifferently, "What's the matter?"

Yu Rong came to tell him that the toxins in Mu Xing's blood would accelerate due to major emotional fluctuations, but the moment she spoke, a terrible thought suddenly came to her heart.

Once my thoughts move, I can no longer control them.

Swallowing the words "Let's talk alone" on her lips, she narrowed her eyes and asked respectfully: "I just want to ask Mr. Fu if he needs to make a health management file for everyone in the manor."

"Okay, you can contact Butler Wu for specific matters."

Fu Lingxiao said lightly and took Mu Xing into the car.

Watching the motorcade drive away slowly, a trace of guilt appeared in Yu Rong's eyes, little stupid girl, don't blame me...

As soon as the motorcade left the manor, Fu Lingxiao's cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone, glanced at it, and answered the call: "Say."

"Master Fu, that girl refuses to go home and is clamoring to see you... Hey, I'm on the phone with Master Fu, why are you grabbing my phone..."

After a rustling sound on the phone, the girl's soft voice came, aggrieved and panicked: "Uncle, don't send me home, please, those people won't let me go."

Mu Xing sat on the man's lap and leaned into his arms. The close distance allowed her to fully hear what was on the phone.

She didn't notice that the voice was very similar to hers. All her focus was on the other side of the phone. There was a girl just like her, calling her uncle...

She looked at the man in confusion. The man seemed to sense her gaze and lowered his eyes to look at her. He wrapped his hand around her waist and rubbed it soothingly.

He opened and closed his thin lips and said in a low voice: "If you don't go home, where do you want to go?"

The girl said weakly: "I don't know either..."

"Then think about it slowly, tell the driver when you're done, and he will take you there."

Fu Lingxiao was about to hang up the phone when the girl suddenly called him over there: "Uncle!"

Because of her eagerness, her voice was raised. Mu Xing heard it more clearly. Her beautiful eyebrows knitted together in displeasure, and her little fleshy hands clenched tightly into fists. How could she call her little uncle like that? She was so angry!

Fu Lingxiao saw the little man in his arms, with his little mouth pouted and an angry look on his face. The corners of his lips curved and he asked on the phone: "Is there anything else?"

The little uncle even acquiesced in her calling him little uncle!

Mu Xing only felt angrier. He glared at the man angrily, struggled out of his arms, sat on the seat next to him, held his small school bag, and looked out the window.

On the other side of the phone, the girl whispered: "I just want to say thank you to my uncle, nothing else."

Fu Lingxiao said faintly, hung up the phone, reached out and pinched the back of Mu Xing's neck, like a cat, "Little one, what's wrong?"

The little girl ignored everyone and moved towards the car door, even the back of her head exuded strong resentment.

Fu Lingxiao chuckled, leaned forward, put one hand through Mu Xing's armpit, and the other hand through the crook of her leg, easily picked her up and put her face to face on his lap.

He looked at her with a smile on his deep brows, "My baby seems to be angry. Let me think about how to comfort her."

Mu Xing snorted angrily, turned her face away, and the arm around her body suddenly retracted with force, and she fell into the man's chest unexpectedly.

Fu Lingxiao held the bulging little person in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her soft lips gently, "Be good, don't be angry anymore."

Mu Xing stretched out her hand to hold his chin and pushed him away. Her big, beautiful eyes were full of anger, hiding grievances. She looked directly at him and asked, "If someone calls me baby, will uncle be angry?"

Gee!

Is the little thing jealous? It's so cute.

Fu Lingxiao reached out and poked her swollen cheek, pretending not to care and said: "This is different, honey."

Mu Xing retorted: "Why is it different? Uncle is also my treasure, and I can't just call him uncle."

Fu Lingxiao was slightly stunned.

Of course he knew that "little uncle" was more than just a title for this little thing, but he didn't expect that the little thing would say such words.

He is her baby too.

Oh, the little thing has learned how to talk about love. He said it so beautifully that just hearing it once is not enough.

Fu Lingxiao looked at the little girl in his arms, with the corners of his pretty lips raised slightly, "Little one, I didn't hear what you just said."

How could Mu Xing understand his thoughts, and repeated honestly: "I said, uncle is also my treasure, and you can't call others casually."

"Still didn't hear you clearly, say it again."

"I said, little uncle is mine too..." Halfway through his words, Mu Xing reacted suddenly and frowned, "Little uncle, you did it on purpose!"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Uncle, you are too much, I will ignore you!"

Mu Xing pushed the man away, but was hugged tighter by him.

Fu Lingxiao lowered his head and coaxed softly, "Okay, don't be angry anymore, there won't be a next time."

In fact, he also minded people other than little things calling him this.

Mu Xing didn't want to be really angry with her uncle, so she buried her head in his chest and nodded obediently.

The motorcade stopped at the school gate. Mu Xing kissed the man on the cheek, put on his schoolbag and got out of the car.

In fact, she wanted to know who the girl who called her uncle just now was, but her uncle didn't mention anything, so she had no choice but to hold back from asking and wait for her uncle to tell her on his own initiative.

Mu Xing came to the classroom with her schoolbag on her back. When class time came, no other students came. Then she suddenly remembered that today is Saturday!

Yesterday I clearly remembered it was Friday, why did I forget today? What a stupid person!

Mu Xing carried his small schoolbag downstairs depressedly and left the school.

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On the other side, the convoy sped towards the Fu Group.

Shen Lu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, silently sent a message to Shen Qiong, then turned around and said to the man in the back: "Master Fu, today is Saturday and there are no classes."

Fu Lingxiao frowned slightly. He knew it was Saturday, but he thought the school had extra classes, so he didn't ask more. It seemed that the little guy didn't notice what day it was.

He picked up the mobile phone on the armrest and called Mu Xing. As soon as he made the call, a dark shadow penetrated the glass of the driver's seat and made a "bang" sound.

Fu Lingxiao looked stern, put down his cell phone, quickly grabbed the driver's and co-pilot's seats with both hands, and pulled them back hard. The driver and Shen Li leaned back suddenly.

The next second, they saw a bullet pass in front of their eyes, and a strange chill filled the air.

After the car lost control for a moment, it was stabilized by the driver who reacted.

The bullets penetrated the glass on both sides, leaving two bright holes. Shen Lu frowned, "Master Fu, it's a sniper rifle!"

If Master Fu hadn't pulled him just now, he would have been shot through the head and dead.