Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Zhao Jin was wondering whether going in now would ruin the boss's good fortune, when the man's deep voice came: "Come in!"

He immediately put away his thoughts, walked quickly in, stood respectfully in front of the desk, and handed the document to the man.

Fu Lingxiao took it and looked at Lan Xuan, who was standing aside and looking at him quietly, "I still have work to do. You go to the door and wait for me."

Extremely indifferent attitude.

Zhao Jin thought of his boss's attitude towards Miss Mu Xing, the way he liked her so much that he wanted to hold her in his hands, making judgments.

This lady may be slightly different, but Miss Mu Xing is the boss's favorite.

Lan Xuan's expression froze for a moment. Didn't she even deserve to be waiting for him in the office?

Although she felt extremely uncomfortable, she still pretended to be considerate and smiled gently at the man: "Okay, then I'll wait for you outside."

Lan Xuan walked out of the office and closed the door thoughtfully.

Fu Lingxiao lowered his head to open the file and listened to Zhao Jin's work report.

Lan Xuan stood at the door and waited for a full twenty minutes before the office door finally opened and the man strode out.

With deep eyes, a strong nose and an extremely delicate and angular jawline, he is handsome and charming.

Wearing a well-tailored black suit, his perfect figure was made even more upright and stylish. The bright black diamond cuff buttons and collar buttons shone under the light.

The moment she saw Fu Lingxiao, the irritability in Lan Xuan's heart due to the long wait suddenly disappeared.

Master Fu from the imperial capital, with outstanding grace and unparalleled dignity, is a being that any woman will flock to!

How many women wanted to get close to him but never had a chance!

What's wrong with her?

"Let's go."

Fu Lingxiao glanced at Lan Xuan lightly, but did not stop walking straight towards the elevator.

Lan Xuan quickly followed.

Arriving at the underground parking lot, Fu Lingxiao personally drove Lan Xuan to the Fu family's old house.

Lan Xuan sat in the passenger seat, looking at the man's perfect side profile with deep fascination in her eyes.

In order to highlight her uniqueness in his mind, she made many requests to him, such as asking him to send her off in person wherever she went.

We haven’t seen each other for ten years, but he still abides by it.

He was indifferent to her and at the same time extremely considerate. This man really looked like a poppy, exuding fatal temptation, making her miserable but unable to stop.

The heart that had been nourished by unwillingness for ten years became more and more fanatical.

She must! Gotta get this man!

An hour later, the black luxury car parked in front of a retro Chinese courtyard.

It was a house with a huge area, magnificent and full of a sense of age accumulated over the years.

Butler Liu had been waiting respectfully at the door early. When he saw them getting out of the car, he hurriedly greeted them, "Master, Miss Lan."

Fu Lingxiao nodded slightly.

Lan Xuan smiled politely at Butler Liu: "Butler Liu, long time no see."

"Come inside."

Butler Liu nodded to her and led the two of them into the house.

Go through the cloister and come to the main hall.

In the classically decorated main hall, Mrs. Fu sat on the rosewood chair directly above her, twisting a string of Buddhist beads in her hand.

Her silver hair was combed into a very neat bun on the back of her head, and she wore a dark green Suzhou embroidered cheongsam with lotus leaves and dark patterns, which made her even more graceful and elegant.

Seeing the two people walking in, Mrs. Fu said with a kind smile on her face: "I'm back."

As he spoke, he stuck his head out and glanced behind them. When he saw that no one was there, his expression turned to disappointment.

She originally thought that her grandson would bring little Mu Xing back today, so she called Butler Wu to ask about Mu Xing's favorite dishes, and also prepared a meeting gift. She waited eagerly for a day, but in the end she couldn't get what she wanted. I wish, hey.

Mrs. Fu sighed.

Fu Lingxiao walked up to Mrs. Fu, lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Grandma."

There is more than enough respect, but there is not even a hint of affection between ancestors and grandchildren.

Lan Xuan, on the other hand, felt like meeting her long-lost grandma when she saw Mrs. Fu. She rushed over and hugged her, so intimately, "Grandma Fu, I haven't seen you for so many years. Xuaner misses you so much."

Madam Fu patted Lan Xuan on the back, "Good boy, let Grandma Fu take a look."

Lan Xuan let go of her embrace. Mrs. Fu took her hand, looked at her carefully, and praised: "Xuan'er has grown up and is becoming more and more beautiful."

"Grandma Fu is getting more and more beautiful. She is much younger now than when I went abroad."

Lan Xuan sweetly flattered Mrs. Fu, then raised the gift in her hand, "Grandma Fu, this is a gift for you."

Mrs. Fu smiled and scolded: "You silly child, what gift do you want to bring home?"

"As long as Grandma Fu doesn't dislike Xuan'er's little thoughts."

Lan Xuan handed the gift to Butler Liu.

"How could you dislike it?" Madam Fu looked at Lan Xuan lovingly, "It's getting late, let's go have dinner."

It was a simple meal, but it was quite a feast, with a table full of various dishes.

When Fu Lingxiao took her seat, she found that most of the table was filled with Mu Xing's favorite dishes. If she were here, her eyes would definitely light up when she saw these dishes.

Thinking of the cute appearance of the snack foodie, the man unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and his usually indifferent and even cold eyebrows softened.

Lan Xuan, who was sitting on the other side of Mrs. Fu, was chatting with Mrs. Fu at this time, but her eyes did not leave Fu Lingxiao for half a second, and naturally she did not miss the fleeting smile on his face.

The last time I saw him looking so gentle was when he was with that little girl.

So, was he thinking about that little girl just now?

Lan Xuan's eyes were so deep that she could melt the ice on the top of the Tianshan Mountains. That girl was quite capable.

It seems she needs to be dealt with carefully.

After dinner, Fu Lingxiao was about to say goodbye and leave. Lan Xuan took Mrs. Fu's arm and said first, "Ah Xiao, I want to stay with Grandma Fu for a little longer. Can we leave later?"

Fu Lingxiao's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, "Yes."

"Thank you A Xiao."

Lan Xuan smiled gently and touchingly, but there was a deep calculation in her eyes.

Fu Lingxiao didn't give her any response. He just said "Go out for a while" to Mrs. Fu, and then strode out of the main hall.

It was completely dark outside.

Fu Lingxiao stood in the corridor and called Mu Xing. The lantern at the top of the corridor was brightly lit, casting a yellow halo on him.

Everything was quiet, and you could clearly hear the man's low but gentle voice, "Have you eaten your dinner well?"

"Yes! Uncle Jiang made me my favorite braised pork again today, and I'm full. Where is my uncle, are you full?"

The girl's voice was as soft and sweet as cotton candy, which made him suddenly have the idea of ​​grabbing her in his hands and kneading her hard.

He could even imagine what a delicate touch it would be.