Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Mu Xing stared at Ye Feibai, "Annoying!"

"The little wild cat swears well, but I want to hear you call my name more." Ye Feibai raised the check in his hand, "Hurry up and I'll give it to you."

Mu Xing clearly felt Ye Feibai's teasing, and warned with a cold face: "Give me the check right away, don't force me to beat you!"

The little wild cat is blowing up again!

So cute!

Ye Feibai admired the fried little wild cat with a playful face, "If you are willing to beat me, just do it."

It seems careless, but in fact, it has been secretly prepared. After all, this little wild cat never says hello before making a move.

Sure enough, the next second, the girl clenched her fist and attacked him.

Ye Feibai leaned back with his chair, hooked his toes on the tea table, and looked at Mu Xing lazily, "You are so heartless, you really do it."

"Who makes you deserve a beating so much!"

The pretty little face was full of anger.

Ye Feibai realized that Mu Xing was really angry, and immediately put away his joking smile and handed the check to her, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Mu Xing stared at Ye Feibai suspiciously for a moment before going to get the check.

Noticing that the fair little hand stretched out was stained with ink, Ye Fei Baifeng squinted his eyes, and a dark light flashed across his amber eyes. There was ink on the back of his fingers, which was obviously not from the painting.

In addition, the appraiser said that the painting was just painted, so there is only one possibility left, that the painting was painted by her!

He still remembered that his old man commented on the painting with a poem:

The famous man Yisi waved his colored pen and drove the mountains and seas before his eyes.

Being able to get such high praise from his old man shows how accomplished the little wild cat is in painting, which shocked him. After all, the little wild cat looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

In the midst of his thoughts, the check in his hand had been taken away, Ye Feibai came to his senses, and Mu Xing and Principal Sun just opened the door and left.

It runs fast!

Ye Feibai took out his mobile phone and sent her a message: "Little wild cat, don't forget our agreement, I'm waiting for your good night and good morning."

Then she looked at the petite figure outside the door with interest. She took out her phone and took a look. She turned back suddenly and punched him through the glass.

Ye Feibai raised his lips and smiled, his charming amber eyes dancing with sparks.

It's so addictive fun.

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Walking to the car, Mu Xing handed the check to Principal Sun and said, "We have collected the money. Go find your uncle quickly."

The light paper seemed to weigh tens of millions of pounds in his hand. Principal Sun looked at Mu Xing gratefully and said, "Student Mu Xing, I really don't know how to thank you. If you can use me in the future, just ask." .As for the money, I will definitely find a way to pay you back."

"You can pay back the money slowly, but you have to remember that I don't want dirty money. Every penny you give me back must be earned through your own hard work."

She didn't want Principal Sun to embark on a criminal path to pay back her money.

Principal Sun immediately made a solemn promise: "Don't worry, Mr. Mu Xing, from today on, I will be a down-to-earth person, do things in a disciplined manner, and make money cleanly."

"Okay, then you go!"

Mu Xing had no intention of getting in the car.

Principal Sun asked: "Aren't you coming with me? I'm also going to Yuzun Manor, and I'm just on the way with you."

"No, I still have something to do." Mu Xing waved his hand and warned: "By the way, don't let my uncle know about what I'm doing to help you!"

"Thank you."

Principal Sun bowed respectfully to Mu Xing, turned around, got in the car, and drove away.

Mu Xing took out his phone, opened the map, entered his destination, and ran away following the navigation.

After half an hour.

Mu Xing arrived at his destination, An Xin Noodle Shop, out of breath.

Fortunately, the noodle shop wasn't closed yet, so she couldn't wait to open the door and go in.

An Feng was cleaning the table when he heard the electronic greeter shouting "Welcome" and said without looking back: "Sorry, it's about to close."

There was no movement behind him, but he could clearly feel that the person hadn't left.

An Feng turned around in confusion. When he saw the person coming, the expression on his face froze instantly. His hand that grabbed the rag couldn't stop trembling.

After a long time, he finally shouted out in a trembling voice: "Miss."

When he saw her in the children's welfare home during the day, he just felt that she looked very similar to his late wife, especially her eyes, which made him afraid to look directly.

At this moment, when she appeared here, he knew that she was not just an image, she was the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs., the eldest daughter of the Mu family, Mu Xing.

But isn't she already dead?

When the fire at Mu's house was put out and the police took out the bodies, he could see clearly that there were exactly fourteen of them, thirteen adults and one child.

An Feng was confused, but even more excited.

Thank God for blessing, the lady is safe and sound.

"Uncle Feng, we haven't seen you for twelve years, how are you?"

Mu Xing stared at An Feng, his head full of white hair. The young face in his memory was now covered with traces of time. This should not be what he should look like in his early forties.

"Okay." An Feng wiped the stool quickly, "Miss, please sit down and I'll get you a bowl of noodles."

"No need to be busy, Uncle Feng." Mu Xing said directly: "I came here to ask you about the fire in my house twelve years ago."

An Feng paused, grabbed the apron with both hands, and squeezed it tightly, "Miss, when the fire broke out in the Mu family, I had already resigned for half a month. I don't know."

Mu Xing said firmly: "No, you were here when my house was on fire."

An Feng's hand holding the apron shook, "Miss, you are wrong."

"No, I remember it very clearly. My parents and everyone else were all unconscious at the time, and all the doors and windows in the house were locked. When I ran to the balcony to ask for help, I saw you, Uncle Feng, coming."

Mu Xing stared deeply at An Feng, "You came to save people, but you suddenly left before entering. I guess Uncle Feng must have seen the murderer, so can you tell me who the murderer is."

An Feng did not deny it anymore and stood there holding on to the table without saying a word. His face covered with vicissitudes of life was full of painful struggle.

Mu Xing begged: "Uncle Feng, I came back this time just to investigate the truth about the fire in my house. Uncle Feng, can you help me?"

An Feng was silent for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "I did come that day, but I left suddenly because something happened at home. I had to rush home. I really didn't see anything. I'm sorry. Miss, I can’t help you.”

"Uncle Feng..."

Mu Xing pulled An Feng's sleeve. At this moment, the door of the noodle shop was suddenly pushed open, and a surprised voice came along with "Welcome": "Classmate Mu Xing, why are you here?"

Seeing An Jiamu walking towards her quickly, Mu Xing was slightly startled, "Squad leader?"