Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Mu Xing never told anyone that she suffered from a serious sleep disorder. She habitually wrote lightly: "Addicted to work, unable to extricate myself."

Jiang Yan could tell something was wrong with her, but he didn't ask any more questions, "Let's go downstairs. You sit and rest. Senior brother will make breakfast for you. After you eat, you can have a good sleep."

Mu Xing didn't want Jiang Yan to worry, so he nodded.

The two came to the first floor.

Jiang Yan entered the kitchen.

Mu Xing sat on the sofa in the living room, casually picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. Her beautiful eyes were clearly looking at the TV, but her thoughts wandered to nowhere.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Mu Xing came to his senses, put down the remote control, stood up lazily, and went over to turn on the video doorbell.

Outside the gate of the villa, Ye Feibai held a large bouquet of red roses in his hands.

That face was already handsome and enchanting, and when he was well-dressed, he even looked like an arrogant prince.

Mu Xing looked at it expressionlessly for a few seconds, then opened the door and walked out.

The face is exquisite and beautiful, and the clear black eyes are cold and cold.

She has long black curly hair that is soft and fluffy. She wears a smoky purple hip-hugging long skirt, with a slim waist, voluptuous curves, and a high-slit skirt. As she moves, her long and white legs are looming.

Tired and casual, charming.

Outside the villa, Ye Feibai looked at the graceful figure walking towards him, his amber eyes instantly shining with stunning light.

What a charming and natural beauty.

The little wild cat now is even more beautiful than he imagined before.

The beauty is so captivating that it makes people obsessed with it.

He raised his beautiful eyebrows and said, "Hi, little wildcat, good morning!"

Mu Xing stopped and looked at Ye Feibai through the courtyard door, "I want to see the car more than you."

"Lykan Hypersport does not have existing cars in China. I ordered expedited shipping from abroad, but it will take half a month to pick up the car at the fastest. I came here today mainly to apologize to you for what happened yesterday. I brought all the apologies. .”

Ye Feibai took out an exquisite small gift box from the middle of the rose bouquet, and then spread the roses, "I passed by the flower shop when I came over, and when I saw this bouquet, I thought it was particularly suitable for you. Please open the door and I will take it. Come in and give it to you.”

Mu Xing's eyebrows were indifferent and his expression was calm, "There is no need to apologize. I hope you will come here next time to give me a car. After all, I don't welcome you."

After that, he turned around and entered the house.

Ye Feibai did not get angry or retreat because of Mu Xing's sarcastic words. He grabbed the iron hook on the courtyard door with one hand and shouted to her: "Hey! Little wild cat, don't forget to apologize, accept the rose!"

"There is a trash can on the right side of the intersection outside, just put it there."

Mu Xing didn't even look back.

Her back is graceful and beautiful, but her whole body exudes a cool aura.

Like a rose growing out of wild fire, it is covered with thorns that make people bleed, and the aftertaste is spicy and strong.

It is also like the pure and pure lotus on the ten thousand year snow peak, which cannot be desecrated.

The door of the villa was closed, completely cutting off the swaying figure.

Ye Feibai withdrew his lustful eyes, lowered his eyes to look at the delicate red roses in his arms, smiled, got in the car and left...

When Mu Xing walked into the house, Jiang Yan just came out of the kitchen with the prepared breakfast, "Xiao Yan'er, who was here just now?"

"The party responsible for yesterday's rear-end collision."

Mu Xing took a breakfast from Jiang Yan, went to the dining table and sat down, eating with his eyes lowered.

Jiang Yan actually saw Ye Feibai from the window in the kitchen, coming over with a bouquet of roses early in the morning, and his intentions were clear at a glance.

Xiao Yan'er has been pursued by many people, and this kind of wild bees and butterflies can't catch her eye at all. He is not worried, but that Fu Lingxiao...

He could feel that Xiao Yan'er treated him differently.

I even went to his house to spend the night the night before, and when I came back, I was very strange...

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan's sense of crisis deepened, and he was also worried that Mu Xing would go astray. After all, Fu Lingxiao was already married.

He sat down opposite Mu Xing, holding the milk and drinking it slowly.

After Mu Xing finished his breakfast, he put down his empty cup and said seriously: "Xiao Yan'er, senior brother has something to say to you."

Mu Xing wiped his mouth with a napkin with his slender fingers, raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Yan lightly, "What do you want to say, senior brother?"

Jiang Yan stared at her indifferent eyebrows and said, "Senior brother reminded you before that Fu Lingxiao is married, you should still remember it, right?"

"Senior brother is too worried."

Mu Xing looked at Jiang Yan with a calm expression, "I admit that Fu Lingxiao is a very special existence to me, but I am not going to lose my head and fall because of him."

Away from Fu Lingxiao, she could be extremely calm.

It seemed as if she was not the one who lost every inch of his arms that night and fell step by step...

Mu Xing's words did make Jiang Yan's sense of crisis recede a bit, but they were replaced by more sourness.

Xiao Yan'er, who was indifferent to everyone, personally admitted that this man was different.

He suddenly regretted asking her to come to the imperial capital and letting her meet Fu Lingxiao, but regret was useless. He was only glad that Fu Lingxiao was married...

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Mu Xing went upstairs to his room, rested for an hour, then got up again and went to the repair room.

When you are free, your brain tends to think about things you shouldn't think about.

Two days passed like this.

At noon on the third day, she received a call from Butler Wu, "Hello, Miss Gu, I am Butler Wu from Yuzun Manor."

Mu Xing naturally thought that Butler Wu called to inform her to get shampoo and shower gel, and immediately said: "I'll come and get them now."

After that, he hung up the phone and went downstairs.

She had been up for three more days, her body was exhausted, and she needed to sleep as soon as possible.

On the other side of the phone, Butler Wu looked at the suddenly cut off call, frowning, with a distressed expression.

After baby Muxing left that day, the young master was suddenly willing to receive treatment, and he was very eager.

He was so anxious that he abused himself. Although his stomach was very weak and he could not eat a lot for the time being, he insisted on eating. He vomited after eating, vomited after eating, and continued to vomit after eating...

No matter how hard I try, I won’t listen.

If this continues, my body will definitely not be able to bear it.

So he called Baby Muxing and wanted to ask her to come over and persuade the young master, but Baby Muxing seemed to think he was asking her to come over to get shampoo and body wash.

He couldn't give her such a vital thing easily. He had to think of an excuse quickly, and it was best to keep the little baby at home!

Butler Wu turned around and ran into the kitchen, "Jiang Jiang, help me think of a solution!"

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The red sports car drove all the way to Yuzun Manor.

When the bodyguards guarding the door saw Mu Xing coming, based on their experience last time, they didn't even need to report the matter and just opened the door to let him go.

Having already been here once, Mu Xing arrived at the main villa with ease.

As soon as he stepped onto the steps, Butler Wu rushed out from inside with a solemn and urgent expression, "Miss Gu, the young master is vomiting blood and is about to faint. Please help and take a look!"

After saying that, without waiting for Mu Xing's reaction, he pulled her and hurried upstairs.