Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

"About a month ago."

After He Chao answered, he suddenly realized, "Mr. Fu, do you already know?"

Fu Lingxiao's handsome eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes darkened, and his voice became colder, "Half a month ago, the toxins in the blood were [-]%."

In other words, in just half a month, the toxin content in the blood increased by [-]%!

"Why did it increase so quickly..."

It's so fast that it's disconcerting.

He Chao's expression became more solemn, "I asked our hospital's hematologist and virologist Wan Wenbai to help with research and analysis, but there has been no progress so far. Where is Mr. Fu?"

Fu Lingxiao did not give him a clear answer, but only said: "As long as I am here, Mu Xing will be fine. You just need to keep it absolutely confidential, including from Mu Xing."

"I know."

He Chao bowed deeply to him, "My sister, please give me a favor, Mr. Fu."

"Don't worry." These two loud words came out of Fu Lingxiao's mouth, and they carried a lot of weight.

He Chao stood outside the gate, looking at the man's tall and steady back, and the worries in his heart gradually disappeared. He was Fu Lingxiao, the master of the imperial capital, and he would definitely fulfill his promise.

Fu Lingxiao returned to Muxing's room, lay down next to Muxing, turned the huddled little figure over, pressed a kiss on her forehead, hugged her, and put his cheek on the top of her hair. Close your eyes...

The night was dark.

Mu Xing woke up in a warm embrace. The room was very quiet. She could clearly hear the man's even breathing and the steady and powerful heartbeat in her chest.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

It was so clear, but it gave her a sense of unreality.

She carefully reached out and touched the man's face, from the deep eyebrows to the high bridge of the nose, her fingertips touched the angular features. Her warm breath suddenly brushed across her palm, and a low and hoarse voice sounded:

"woke up."

The overly gentle voice sounded dreamlike in the darkness.

Mu Xing's fingertips paused for a moment, and she didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing the dream that would be shattered at the touch of a touch, and when she woke up, her little uncle would drive her away again.

Feeling that the soft body in his arms suddenly became stiff, Fu Lingxiao grabbed the small fleshy hand on the tip of his nose, put it on his lips and kissed it gently, saying in a soft voice: "What's wrong, baby?"

What answered him was a sudden and silent attack.

The little man in his arms suddenly turned over and pressed him down. He held his face and gnawed it without any order.

Hot tears fell with her movements, falling drop by drop on his cheeks, so hot.

Fu Lingxiao's heart trembled. He raised his hand to touch her little face and caressed her eyes with his fingertips. "Don't cry. It's me who is the bastard. I can punish you as you please."

The girl turned a deaf ear and kept nibbling on his forehead, cheeks, tip of nose, and thin lips, one after another, as if she wanted to leave her own mark on him.

Fu Lingxiao's strong arms hugged her petite body tightly, loving him until she was exhausted from kissing him, then she leaned softly on him, grabbed his shirt and called him, "Uncle..."

His big hands caressed her thin back, "I'm here, baby."

Mu Xing raised his head and looked at the man's blurry outline. His soft voice was slightly nasal, "Uncle, I'm still a little scared. Can you tell me that I'm not dreaming now and you won't let me go."

Fu Lingxiao gently pulled the little man up.

In the darkness, looking into her tearful eyes, his thin lips pressed lightly against hers, kissing her with every word he said, "It's not a dream, I will never want you, and Fu Lingxiao will never want you." Mu Xing, do you hear me clearly?"

"kindness!"

Mu Xing buried his face in the man's neck, "Mu Xing will never leave my little uncle."

The man curled his lips and hugged her tightly for a while. Feeling that the little girl's mood had completely stabilized, he turned his head and said softly: "Shall we get up and eat?"

It was already late at night, and the little girl had been sleeping until now, so she should be hungry by now.

"it is good."

After getting the little girl's answer, Fu Lingxiao reached out to turn on the light, hugged her to get up, wash up, and went downstairs.

Butler Wu was sitting in the living room taking a nap when he heard footsteps and woke up instantly.

Seeing his young master carrying someone down, the sadness that had been on his face for many days finally dissipated. He stood up and greeted him with a smile on his face: "Young master, little Mu Xing."

"Uncle Wu, prepare food now."

"Always ready!"

Before Jiang Huaiyang went to bed, he had just prepared meals and kept them warm in the smart cabinet so that they could eat them at any time.

Butler Wu brought the dishes to the dining table, filled up the rice and handed it over.

He had been so worried in the past few days that he hadn't had a single solid sleep, and he was obviously thinner. Fu Lingxiao took the meal, looked at him and said, "Uncle Wu, go and rest."

Now that the young master and Xiao Mu Xing had reconciled and had a good meal, Butler Wu felt relieved and felt that it was not appropriate for him to be a light bulb here, so he left as he was told.

Fu Lingxiao fed Mu Xing, but found that she was absent-minded. He frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

Mu Xing looked up at the man and asked hesitantly: "Uncle, where is Brother Achao..."

Little thing, I still miss He Chao while eating.

There was a hint of coldness in Fu Lingxiao's eyes. Even though he already knew that the relationship between them was just a simple brother and sister, he was still extremely unhappy. He raised his hand and pinched her small chin and warned: "Don't care about He Chao!"

His baby can only have him in her eyes and heart!

The man's gloomy eyes and murderous look that night were still fresh in Mu Xing's memory. She didn't dare to make him angry again, so she bit her lip and swallowed all her worries back.

But Fu Lingxiao was stung by her cautious and compromising expression.

The little thing is afraid of him.

She was finally afraid of him.

The strength in his bones made him accustomed to other people's surrender and obedience, but he didn't want to see the little thing treat him like this. He liked the way she used to act like a spoiled brat to him as she pleased.

He let go of his hand and said in a gentle and conciliatory voice, "He Chao is fine. He has gone home in the morning."

Afraid that she wouldn't believe it, he added: "If you don't believe it, call him after dinner."

"Of course I believe uncle!"

The little girl said it without hesitation. Fu Lingxiao felt her firm trust, and the wrinkles in his heart were smoothed. He looked down at her, "Can you eat in peace now?"

Mu Xing was still not at ease and asked hesitantly: "I lied to my uncle. Is he really not angry with me?"

"Of course I'm angry."

The man's expression was serious, and Mu Xing became nervous instantly. Just as he was about to explain it to him, the man spoke again, "But what I'm angry about is not that you lied to me, but that you hid everything from me."

Mu Xing frowned and looked at him with surprise and worry, "Uncle, you know..."