Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

The man's clean and neat suit was full of wrinkles and stained with dirt and grass clippings.

Mu Xing knew that all of this had come from her.

"I'm sorry, little uncle, I soiled your clothes."

With that said, he got off the man's lap in a panic.

Fu Lingxiao grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Her delicate body fell into his arms, and he hugged her with his strong arms.

He said with a slightly serious tone: "If you dare to move around after being injured like this, you don't want your feet anymore."

"I just sprained it, it's not that serious..."

"kindness?"

Hearing the little girl murmur softly, Fu Lingxiao lowered his head and looked at her, his eyes were serious and not angry.

Mu Xing immediately shut his mouth and stared at the dust on the man's clothes with his big black eyes for a while, then he couldn't help but say, "Then I'll wipe it for you."

The small fleshy claws mixed with mud and blood touched the man's black suit, leaving a clear handprint.

Mu Xing: "..."

It's even dirtier, what should I do?

Fu Lingxiao didn't pay attention to the fingerprints on the suit. He held the small fleshy hand raised in the air and focused his deep eyes on her damaged and bloody palm. "Don't you feel pain? Don't you know it hurts?"

Mu Xing blinked. His uncle's question was so strange, "I know it hurts."

The blistered skin on one hand was still bleeding, and he knew it hurt but didn't react at all.

What's wrong with this girl?

Fu Lingxiao's handsome brows furrowed slightly. After a moment, he let go of his little claws, hugged Mu Xing with one hand, and pulled the car refrigerator with the other hand. He took out a bottle of ice water from it, poured it on a handkerchief, and carefully wiped her hands.

The cold temperature touched the hot palm, and Mu Xing narrowed his eyes comfortably.

After helping her clean her hands, the man said solemnly: "Lift your feet."

Mu Xing immediately raised her little feet obediently.

Fu Lingxiao took out a clean handkerchief, poured ice water on it, applied it to her swollen ankle, then supported her calf and placed her whole leg on the seat.

Mu Xing said hurriedly: "Uncle, my shoes are very dirty."

The man ignored it and just said: "If you get hurt again in the future, don't endure it yourself. Tell me as soon as possible. Do you hear me?"

Mu Xing tilted his head and asked, "Why?"

Fu Lingxiao's voice was calm: "There is no reason, I am your boss, you must obey my orders."

Mu Xing nodded and asked, "What if you're not here?"

"Then call me."

"Oh."

The little girl responded obediently, yawned, and rested her little head on the man's strong chest again.

The man twitched the corners of his mouth calmly.

The faint smile disappeared in an instant, but it was still caught by Yuntuo, who had been staring at the rearview mirror in the car.

Yuntuo pursed his lips and chuckled: Master Fu, your current state is very dangerous!

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Yuzun Manor.

Personal doctor He Chao was already standing at the door waiting.

Butler Wu stood beside him, looking out anxiously. The young master suddenly called He Chao over. Someone must have been injured. He didn't know whether it was the young master or Xiao Mu Xing, or whether the injury was serious.

Not long after, the car engine sounded, and a motorcade drove into the manor.

The young master is back!

Butler Wu immediately took a few steps forward.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom parked in front of the villa.

Yuntuo got out of the car first, walked over and opened the rear door.

A pair of black leather shoes stained with mud stepped out, followed by a tall man getting out of the car holding a dirty little person.

Seeing this scene, He Chao was slightly startled.

Calm eyes looked at the girl in Fu Lingxiao's arms through the lenses.

The fact that Fu Lingxiao kept Xiao Qing'er caused a sensation in the entire upper class circle.

He Chao came from a well-known medical family and was Fu Lingxiao's personal doctor. He was inseparable from the upper class circles, so he naturally heard about it.

What those people hold in Mr. Fu's arms should be what those people call his little love child.

It's hard for him to judge whether it's Xiao Qinger or not, but...

A severe mysophobia who extremely hates physical contact with others is willing to hold such a dirty person in his arms without feeling disgusted at all.

This is enough to show that Mr. Fu loves this girl very much.

Butler Wu had seen Fu Lingxiao take the initiative to hug Mu Xing more than once. He was not surprised. Instead, he stepped forward worriedly and asked, "Master, what's wrong with little Mu Xing?"

Mu Xing?

Hearing this name, He Chao's heart trembled.

The next second, the girl poked her head out of the man's arms, with a sweet smile on her bloodstained face: "Uncle Housekeeper, I'm fine, I just twisted my foot a little, don't worry!"

Seeing that face clearly, He Chao's usually calm eyes became filled with turmoil.

how can that be!

Until the man walked past him holding the girl in his arms, He Chao still couldn't recover from the shock, but instinctively followed Fu Lingxiao into the house.

Arriving at Mu Xing's room, Fu Lingxiao gently put her on the bed, took off the handkerchief covering her ankle, and said to He Chao: "Help her take care of her right foot and hands first."

"Yes."

He Chao calmed down and went over to help Mu Xing do a check-up.

For the first time, Fu Lingxiao did not go back to the room to take a shower immediately. He stood tall and straight in front of the bed, his eyes slightly lowered, and he watched calmly.

The master has taught Mu Xing Chinese medicine and acupuncture. She can completely handle this minor injury by herself, but her uncle has already called the doctor, and she can't refuse.

His fingers carefully pinched the swollen ankle, and with some force, Mu Xing bit her lip in pain, and her delicate eyebrows knitted together tightly.

She really wanted to tell the doctor that there was nothing wrong with the bone, it was just a sprain.

"Muxing."

The man's deep and pleasant voice suddenly called her name softly.

Mu Xing raised her head and looked at Fu Lingxiao, the light shining in her clear eyes: "What's wrong, little uncle?"

Fu Lingxiao lowered his eyes and looked at her, and asked in a slow and unhurried voice: "What do you want to eat for dinner?"

Hearing this, Mu Xing's stomach suddenly growled. She hadn't eaten anything since breakfast today.

"I want to eat meat!"

When she is very hungry, she always craves meat.

Fu Lingxiao said calmly: "What kind of meat do you want to eat?"

"Venison!" Mu Xing's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "There is no venison here, I can eat other meat."

Fu Lingxiao asked again: "Is venison delicious?"

“Very super delicious!”

Mu Xing is essentially a foodie. When he talks about food, his eyebrows instantly light up and he even forgets about the pain.

"The venison from Qingyun Mountain is truly outstanding, especially when grilled and dipped in my unique secret seasoning! The taste is truly amazing!"

Thinking of the nostalgic delicacy, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, "Little uncle, it's a pity that you didn't try it last time. When I have the chance next time, I will hunt one for you to eat!"

Fu Lingxiao listened patiently and nodded slightly: "Okay."