Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Mu Xing helped Fu Lingxiao sit down on the sofa chair, and warned: "Uncle, you can't work for too long. The intensity of acupuncture will be relatively high these days, and the brain must be fully rested."

Fu Lingxiao put his arm around Mu Xing's slim waist with one hand, held her soft and hot little hand with the other, put it on his lips and kissed her gently, "I know, baby."

Mu Xing still felt uneasy, as his uncle had no concept of time as soon as he started working mode.

She glanced at the time on the computer and said, "It's half past nine now. I'll call you at eleven. I'll take a half-hour break just in time to have lunch."

"Okay, I'll listen to everything, baby."

Fu Lingxiao raised his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with doting.

Seeing how cooperative he was, Mu Xing left with peace of mind.

Listening to the little girl's footsteps gradually disappearing, Fu Lingxiao took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket and called Situ Xun...

Mu Xing went downstairs to the kitchen, fried the medicine for lunch, and started making cakes.

She was busy when a kind voice suddenly came: "Little Mu Xing."

Mu Xing immediately turned around and looked.

At the door of the kitchen, Mrs. Fu was supported by housekeeper Liu, standing there smiling and looking at her.

A smile appeared on Mu Xing's fair face, "Grandma, why are you here?"

"Come and see our little Mu Xing, grandma hasn't seen you for a long time."

Madam Fu looked up and down at Mu Xing with loving eyes.

During this time, she had been worried about Mu Xing, but she knew in her heart that her grandson would not welcome her to come and see Mu Xing, so she had to call Butler Wu every day to ask about Mu Xing's situation.

Butler Wu told her this morning that Mu Xing had started treating his grandson's eyes. He was really worried that Mu Xing's health had not recovered yet, so he couldn't help but come over to take a look.

Now that I see her recovering so well, I can finally let go of my long-hanging heart.

Mu Xing raised the cake batter in his hand and said, "Grandma, please go sit in the living room first. I'll bake the cake and come right over."

"Hey, good."

Mrs. Fu turned and went to the living room.

Mu Xing put the cake batter into the oven, set the time, washed his hands, brewed two cups of ancient tree black tea, and brought it to the living room.

"Grandma, Butler Liu, have a cup of black tea to warm your stomach and body."

Butler Liu said hurriedly: "Thank you very much, Madam."

Mrs. Fu smiled and patted the seat next to her, "Little Mu Xing, come here, sit here with grandma and talk to grandma."

"it is good."

Mu Xing obediently sat next to Mrs. Fu.

Mrs. Fu took Mu Xing's little hand, but suddenly her hand trembled due to the hot temperature, and then she frowned.

Why are Xiao Mu Xing's hands so hot?

But there was nothing unusual about her.

Mrs. Fu couldn't see what the problem was, so she temporarily suppressed her doubts and held Mu Xing's little hand tightly, "Little Mu Xing, grandma knows all the bastard things Mo'er did."

Seeing her apologetic face, Mu Xing guessed what she was going to say next and smiled slightly, "Grandma, that was what Fu Jingmo did and it has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself."

"Good boy."

Mrs. Fu felt more and more guilty and looked sideways at Butler Liu. Butler Liu immediately took out a bank card from his bag and handed it over with both hands.

Mrs. Fu took the bank card, turned it over Mu Xing's little hand, and placed it in her palm.

Mu Xing hurriedly shook his head and refused: "Grandma, I don't want it."

Mrs. Fu held her hand and said, "Take it, my child, I have really wronged you this time. Grandma knows that no matter how much money I give you, it can't make up for anything, but Grandma really doesn't know how to compensate you."

Butler Liu, who was standing by, also helped to persuade: "Young Madam, just accept it. If you don't accept it, the old lady will definitely not be able to sleep again when she goes back. You must not be able to bear the old lady's insomnia every night."

Mu Xing had no choice but to accept it.

"Good boy."

Mrs. Fu patted Mu Xing's hand, with a smile on her face again, and asked her: "Little Mu Xing, where is Ling'er?"

"Uncle is upstairs in the study. Grandma is looking for uncle. I'll call him."

Mu Xing said as he stood up.

Mrs. Fu held her back and said, "Ling'er's eyesight is inconvenient, so I'd better go up."

Butler Liu helped Mrs. Fu up and said, "Young madam, go and do your work. I'll help Mrs. Fu up."

"Okay, grandma, please walk slower."

After watching Mrs. Fu go upstairs, Mu Xing went to the kitchen and continued working.

Mrs. Fu came to the study, asked Butler Liu to wait at the door, and walked in slowly, "Ling'er."

The man sitting at the desk was able to tell who it was as soon as he heard the footsteps.

When Mrs. Fu called him, he just put down his work and sat there without saying a word, his stern face extremely indifferent.

That indifferent look hurt Mrs. Fu's eyes, but she could only blame herself.

Twelve years ago, she used her life to force him, and now she protects Mo'er. She broke his heart again and again when he needed care and support the most.

His indifference was caused by her.

What's more, her sins don't stop there...

Mrs. Fu sighed deeply in her heart, closed the door, and walked towards him with the beads twirling on her fingertips, "Ling'er, just now grandma felt that Xiao Mu Xing's hand was very hot when she touched it. Do you know what's going on?"

Fu Lingxiao's indifferent expression suddenly darkened, "Have you told her?"

Mrs. Fu immediately said: "No, grandma wanted to ask you first."

Fu Lingxiao's frowned handsome eyebrows relaxed, and his tone was still cold, "I will take good care of Mu Xing. You don't need to worry. Is there anything else, grandma? Please come back if nothing happens."

"Grandma is here today. She really has something very important to tell you."

Mrs. Fu said: "Mo'er told me that Mu Xing is the daughter of the Mu family. When the Mu family burned down, it was your father who ordered Lan Hua to do it."

The eldest son who died innocently and in vain was the deepest pain in her heart. Even in the past twelve years, she could not help but shed tears when she mentioned it.

"Your father was raised by me, and I know his temper very well. It is absolutely impossible for him to commit murder and arson. There must be something hidden in this matter. You must find out clearly."

Fu Lingxiao lowered his eyes and said in deep gratitude, "I will do it."

"Well, grandma is back."

Mrs. Fu looked at Fu Lingxiao reluctantly. Seeing that he had nothing to say to her, she sighed softly and said, "Take good care of yourself."

She went over to open the door, and as soon as she stepped out, she heard a cold voice suddenly came: "Grandma will stay in the old house when she is old. Don't come here if you have nothing to do in the future."

Mrs. Fu felt a suffocating pain in her heart, and she put her hand on Butler Liu's outstretched hand, "Let's go."

In the study, the man listened to the increasingly heavy footsteps walking away. He slowly let go of his big hand with white knuckles, closed his eyes, exhaled, and continued working...