Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

in the room.

Mu Xing was lying on the bed, dangling with his legs hooked up, thinking about how well he had performed just now, when there was a knock on the door.

Butler Wu's voice came from outside the door: "Xiao Mu Xing, uncle has brought you delicious food. Please open the door."

As soon as he heard about the delicious food, Mu Xing jumped out of bed and ran to open the door.

Butler Wu prepared a lot of words to comfort his little baby, but when the door opened, what appeared in front of him was a happy little face, smiling sweetly at him: "What's delicious?"

Butler Wu: ...Shouldn’t the little baby be angry right now?

Why is it different from what he imagined?

When Mu Xing saw Butler Wu looking at her blankly, she immediately reacted, her face fell, her mouth tightened, and she called him aggrievedly: "Uncle Butler..."

She didn't want to act, but her uncle said she couldn't let others know, otherwise it wouldn't be realistic.

Seeing Mu Xing's change of mood, Butler Wu suddenly felt a little clearer in his heart. He breathed a sigh of relief and handed her the pastry in his hand, "Uncle brought you your favorite pastry."

"Thank you, uncle housekeeper."

Mu Xing took it and thanked him emotionally.

Butler Wu comforted him very cooperatively: "Don't be sad. If the young master dares to hurt you, we will ignore him and won't eat lunch with him. Uncle will bring it to you later."

Mu Xing nodded, "Yes."

"Then you go and eat some pastries. Uncle is busy down there."

Butler Wu went downstairs in a relaxed mood.

On the roof, Shen Lu squatted there for a while and gnawed his nails. He got up and walked to the window of Mu Xing's room, hanging an upside-down gold hook on it.

Seeing Mu Xing sitting at the desk eating pastries, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

It seems that little Xingxing is really sad, and all her grief and anger have turned into appetite.

He took a quick look and returned to the roof, sitting there thinking about how to make Little Xingxing happy. After thinking for a while, he finally had an idea.

He took out his cell phone, opened Mu Xing's WeChat account, and transferred [-] yuan to her.

Last time I transferred [-] yuan to Little Xingxing, she was very happy, which shows that this trick will definitely work.

After transferring the money, Shen Lu secretly praised his wit. He had no idea that Mu Xing's schoolbag and mobile phone had been taken away.

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Yu Rong came to the villa carrying the medical kit. When she saw Ning Chichi sitting on the sofa, her eyes darkened.

She had been paying attention to the situation in the manor, and she had noticed the girl the day she arrived. The girl and the little stupid girl had only a slight similarity in appearance, but because of their overly similar looks, they gave people the impression that they were very similar. a feeling of.

Especially the aura of being ignorant of the world and clean from the dust.

Even she, at first glance, almost admitted her mistake.

The similarity may be a coincidence. There are many similar people in this world, but when they are put together, it is too much of a coincidence.

But for now, this girl is quite well-behaved, and she will naturally not interfere too much.

With her eyes closed, Yu Rong walked over, said hello to Fu Lingxiao, put down the medical kit, and helped Ning Chichi treat her wounds.

The fall looked serious, but in fact it was just some skin injuries.

Yu Rong helped her treat the wound skillfully, explained a few words, and left with the medical kit.

Fu Lingxiao had been sitting aside to accompany Ning Chichi. He didn't get up until Yu Rong left. "You sit and rest. If you need anything, call Butler Wu. I'll go upstairs to handle some things."

After speaking to Ning Chichi, he went straight upstairs.

The smell of blood was barely bearable, mainly because it was really unbearable for him to hold Ningchichi in his arms.

Returning to the master bedroom, Fu Lingxiao slammed the door, unbuttoned the cufflinks of his shirt, and walked into the bathroom. A petite figure suddenly rushed toward him.

When he saw this, he immediately ran away.

Mu Xing was waiting for him here happily, but in the end she was in vain. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Little uncle?"

Fu Lingxiao saw her frowning, looked at him with a slightly surprised look, and explained: "I'm dirty."

He couldn't stand the disgusting smell, and he didn't want his baby to be exposed to it.

After listening to his explanation, Mu Xing relaxed her frown, leaned over and hugged the man, a little coquettishly, "I'm not dirty, little uncle, give me a hug."

How could Fu Lingxiao refuse? The worst he could do was drag this little thing to take a bath with him.

He took Mu Xing into his arms and asked softly: "Why is my baby here?"

"I know that little uncle will definitely come up to take a bath, so come over and help little uncle."

Mu Xing answered and came out of the man's arms, already reaching out with her little fleshy hand to help him unbutton his shirt.

Fu Lingxiao curled his lower lip helplessly.

Ever since that day, the little thing said that he had an injury on his shoulder and offered to help him bathe. After he was forced to agree by her, the little thing became particularly concerned about his bathing.

What can he do? It can only be left to her.

Mu Xing helped him take off his coat, leaving a pair of underwear on, and pulled him into the shower room.

Fu Lingxiao saw the small stool placed in the middle of the shower room, and three black lines were drawn on his forehead. Isn't this the small stool in the hospital bathroom?

The little girl was afraid that he would get tired standing while taking a shower, so she got a small stool. During the past few days, he was held down by the little girl and sat on the small stool when he took a shower in the hospital.

The little girl actually got it back?

Why doesn't he know?

When he was stunned, he was already sitting on the small stool by the little girl.

Fu Lingxiao: "..."

Okay, it's a familiar feeling.

Mu Xing took off the shower head and turned it on, avoiding the bandaged wound on his shoulder, soaking his body, applying shower gel, and washing him inch by inch.

His fingers touched the big and small old scars on the man's body. Even though he had seen and touched them many times, Mu Xing still couldn't help but feel distressed.

How many dangers had her little uncle experienced?

From now on, she must protect her little uncle and never let him get hurt again!

Mu Xing swore secretly.

She carefully helped the man rinse his body. The remaining area was not convenient for her to wash. She handed the shower head to the man and said, "Uncle, I'm out."

The man took the shower.

Mu Xing was about to leave when he was suddenly pulled back by a force.

The next second, she was pushed against the wet wall, and the man stood in front of her, staring down at her, "Baby, you are stained by me, please wash it off before leaving."

The air is filled with seemingly non-existent water vapor.

The man's breath was close at hand, enveloping her with heat. Mu Xing looked into his charming eyes as deep as the vast starry sky. For a moment, she suddenly leaned forward and kissed his dangerously thin lips.

The soft and delicate tongue caressed the lips carefully.

Fu Lingxiao couldn't stand this and wanted to catch it. His soft lips suddenly left, and a pair of small hands pressed against his chest to prevent him from getting closer.

He looked at the little person in front of him in confusion, and saw her looking at him with extremely serious eyes, "Uncle, I have a question to ask you."