Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

The first feeling that Mu Xing felt when he regained consciousness was hunger, followed by pain.

As soon as she frowned, a warm big hand touched her cheek, and the fingertips gently rubbed her brow with a soothing meaning.

The moment she opened her eyes, the hand on her cheek was already hanging above her eyes, blocking her from the dazzling light.

The man sat in front of the hospital bed, leaning forward with his tall body, "Baby, wake up."

There was a faint and warm smile in his ink-like eyes, but his brows were still worried.

"Uncle..."

Mu Xing held the big hand hanging above her eyes, pulled it down to cover her cheek, and gently rubbed her face against his palm, like a coquettish little cat.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Fu Lingxiao was more afraid than worried. The little girl had injured an artery. If they came back a step later, the situation would be dangerous.

The electrocardiogram monitor at the bedside showed that everything was normal, but the little girl's extremely pale face still made his heart skip a beat, "Are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

Mu Xing nodded, "Yes."

Fu Lingxiao's brows instantly tightened a little more, and he asked eagerly: "What's wrong with you? I'll call Yu Rong over right away."

Just as he reached out to ring the call bell, he saw the little girl smiling naughtily at him and saying, "I feel sick to my stomach, little uncle, I'm hungry."

"Little thing, are you trying to scare me?"

Fu Lingxiao pressed the call bell, pinched the little girl's cheek, took out her cell phone and called Butler Wu and asked him to deliver food.

Yu Rong hurried over, checked Mu Xing, and said: "The current situation is very stable. As long as the wound is not infected, there will be no problem."

Fu Lingxiao expressed his gratitude and felt relieved.

Yu Rong removed the monitor.

When Mu Xing was in coma, Butler Wu had already gone to the medical building. He was afraid of disturbing Mu Xing's rest, so he did not stay longer. Instead, he returned to the villa to wait for news. This wait lasted until late at night.

After receiving a call from his young master, he immediately packed the meals he had prepared and sent them to the medical building.

When he came to the door of the ward and saw that Mu Xing was fine, Butler Wu's worries finally faded away. He walked in with a smile while carrying the food, "Little Mu Xing, uncle has brought you food."

Mu Xing's face was pale, but his eyes were bright, "Wow! Uncle housekeeper, what's delicious?"

As he spoke, he pushed his weak body to sit up.

Seeing that the little girl immediately regained her energy as soon as she heard that there was something to eat, Fu Lingxiao couldn't help but chuckle, what a greedy little cat.

He stood up and sat on the bed, picked up the little girl and let her sit in his arms.

Butler Wu pushed the mobile dining table over and put out the dishes one by one, "These are all specially prepared for you by your Uncle Jiang."

Pork liver soup, spinach, duck blood, stewed black-bone chicken, etc. are all blood-tonifying and warming foods.

After setting the dishes, Butler Wu filled the porridge and handed it to his young master's hand. Then he stood aside and looked at it with a smile. He liked to see the scene of the young master and little Mu Xing loving each other the most.

When the porridge was brought to his mouth, Mu Xing swallowed and looked up at the man, "Uncle, have you eaten?"

Meeting the little girl's concerned eyes, Fu Lingxiao curled her lips and said, "Well, I've eaten."

The fact is that he has been guarding Mu Xing, not to mention eating, and has never drank a sip of water. Even the blood stains on his hands were washed by Butler Wu who brought him water.

Naturally, Mu Xing didn't know about it. After hearing that he had eaten it, he started to eat it with confidence.

After eating a full meal, Mu Xing leaned on the man's arms and fell asleep again. Fu Lingxiao sat with her in his arms for a long time, and then he put her back on the bed after he thought she was almost digested.

Butler Wu knew that he hadn't eaten and was worried that his stomach wouldn't be able to bear it. He said softly: "Master, I'm here with Xiao Mu Xing. You go to eat quickly and take a shower and change clothes."

The young master's mysophobia is so serious, it must be very hard to endure it until now.

Fu Lingxiao glanced at the sleeping little girl, gave a low expression of gratitude, got up and left.

Instead of going to eat, he went to Villa No. [-] alone.

Villa number six.

A middle-aged man in plain clothes sat on a chair in front of the window, looking up at the bright moon hanging high outside.

There was no light on in the guest room, and the bright moonlight shone on him, as if covering him with a thin layer of frost. He just sat motionless, with a dull expression.

Until the door was suddenly pushed open, the lights in the room came on, and a deep voice came: "Lu Yuan."

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze and turned around slowly. When he saw the figure standing at the door, his dull eyes gradually became dim.

After a moment, he suddenly laughed, "As expected of Fu Zong's son, he is indeed extraordinary."

He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man at first, but his smile suddenly gave him a somewhat heroic aura.

"Shouldn't you ask me why I came to you in the first place?"

Fu Lingxiao looked at Lu Yuan with a deep look and walked towards him, "Or have you guessed it?"

Lu Yuan looked indifferent, "The Fu family is looking for me just to silence me. Twelve years ago, I had family members who had to hide. Now I am alone. I don't want to hide anymore. It doesn't matter anymore."

Silence?

Fu Lingxiao frowned, "Why should I silence you? Tell me clearly."

"You actually don't know?" A trace of surprise flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes, "If you don't want to silence me, then why are you looking for me?"

Fu Lingxiao temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and said, "How much do you know about the fire in the Mu family twelve years ago?"

Lu Yuan was startled for a moment, and then he grinned as if he heard something funny. The deep smile caused his chest to vibrate.

Fu Lingxiao's face was gloomy, and his eyes were filled with gloom. He pursed his thin lips tightly and looked at Lu Yuan so coldly.

After a while, Lu Yuan stopped laughing and met his cold gaze, "You should ask your good father about this."

After saying that, he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, no, he has died long ago, you can't ask."

Fu Lingxiao understood the meaning of Lu Yuan's words. He couldn't believe it, and there was a hint of frost in his deep brows. "What on earth do you mean?"

"Don't you understand? The fire in the Mu family was the work of your good father. He killed people, set fire, and massacred everyone. How cruel. The most ridiculous thing is that I have been hiding from you for twelve years, and you don't have anything. Know."

After Lu Yuan finished speaking, he laughed again.

Fu Lingxiao stood there tall and straight, looking at Lu Yuan calmly. His black pupils seemed silent at first glance, but upon closer inspection they turned into a dark storm.

Was the fire in the Mu family really the work of his father?

But as far as he knew, the Fu family and the Mu family had no contact in the early years, let alone any enmity. His father had no reason to attack the Mu family. Or was there some hidden secret that he didn't know about?

Fu Lingxiao suppressed all his emotions tightly, and there was no fluctuation in his voice. "You said it was my father. What's the reason? Where's the evidence?"