Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Mu Xing opened the door in confusion and saw a tall and thin figure lying on the ground outside the door.

"Fu Lingxiao?"

She frowned, quickly walked over and half-knelt beside him, and helped him up.

The man's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed tightly, and he leaned in her arms unconsciously. His hot body temperature almost scalded her. In fact, when he held her in the helicopter, she felt that he had a fever.

Come to think of it, his body had already suffered a lot. He had experienced a plane crash, soaked in the sea for so long, and rushed back all night without getting a moment's rest. It was a miracle that he could survive until now.

Mu Xing put one hand around the man's armpit and the other hand passed through the man's leg and picked him up directly from the ground. Although the man was extremely tall, he was so thin that there was only a handful of bones left, and he was really heavy. Not really heavy.

The man who was suddenly picked up by the princess, his crow-feather eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, "..."

Calm down, this is not the first time being hugged by this little thing!

Fu Lingxiao tried his best to relax his body and prevent himself from showing any flaws.

Mu Xing carried Fu Lingxiao into the room, placed him on the bed, and took off his sticky clothes.

The clothes were peeled off one by one. Fu Lingxiao could still calmly pretend to be dizzy at first. Anyway, he had been honest with the little thing before, until those soft little hands grabbed his little underwear and pulled it down.

In the end, he couldn't hold it back and held her little hand.

The next second, the girl's cold voice was heard with a mocking smile, "Master Fu, why don't you continue to pretend?"

"..."

It turns out that the little thing had discovered it a long time ago.

Fu Lingxiao pursed the corners of her lips, closed her fingers to hold Mu Xing's soft little hand, and pulled it up against his hot cheek. He closed his eyes and rubbed the palm of her hand. His thin lips slowly moved, "Dizziness..."

His face was pale, his voice was weak, and even the fierce aura on his body had faded.

His whole person exuded a sickly aura, but he looked particularly obedient and pitiful.

Mu Xing's heart softened a bit, but his tone was still cold, "Let go."

"Don't let it go."

"Don't leave, don't leave me, okay, Gu Yan, Yanyan..."

The man's big hand wrapped around her small hand and held it tighter. His deep eyes turned red little by little, with a layer of moist mist appearing.

It's pitiful and touching.

Especially when he used that magnetic and hoarse voice to call her: "Yanyan."

Mu Xing couldn't resist the man's appearance at all, and his heart instantly softened. His voice also became softer unconsciously, "I won't leave. I'll bring some water to help you wipe your body."

"Okay." The man let go of his hand obediently.

Mu Xing went to the bathroom and brought a basin of warm water to help Fu Lingxiao wipe his body.

The towel was wiped away inch by inch. The man's body was horribly thin, with a thin layer of flesh sticking to the bones, and the sickly cold white skin was covered with various scars.

It's hard to imagine what this man has experienced before, and how strong his willpower is now to support this broken body.

Mu Xing blinked, suppressed the soreness in his eyes, wiped Fu Lingxiao's body, covered him with a quilt, and brought a cold towel to apply on his forehead.

When she accidentally glanced at his dark hair, her eyes suddenly stopped.

Fu Lingxiao’s hair roots are actually all white!

She frowned and fiddled with it gently with her hands, her pupils trembling slightly. It was probably because she had never looked at him so carefully before, so she realized now that his hair was dyed.

It was true that Fu Lingxiao was dizzy. When Mu Xing wiped his body, he fell into a drowsy state. All the emotions disappeared from his face. He just lay there quietly, aloof, killing and ruthless. No more, just lifeless fragility.

Mu Xing stood in front of the bed and stared at him for a moment, then turned and walked out of the room.

There were no antipyretics at home. She went downstairs and found Yuntuo who was boiling medicine and porridge in the kitchen. "Your master Fu has a fever. Go buy some antipyretics. It would be best if you have an antipyretic injection."

"Okay, I'll send someone to buy it right away!"

Yuntuo called his subordinates, and then said to Mu Xing: "It will be delivered in ten minutes."

Mu Xing said a faint "Yes" and then asked: "What's going on with your Master Fu's hair?"

Yun Tuo's memory was instantly brought back to three years ago by this question. His resolute face couldn't help but freeze. He looked at Mu Xing for a moment and said: "My wife died unexpectedly three years ago. Master Fu couldn't bear such huge grief and vomited blood." I fell into a coma, and when I woke up my hair was completely white.”

Mu Xing said nothing more and turned around to go upstairs.

In exactly ten minutes, Yuntuo delivered the fever-reducing needle on time, and also brought a bowl of freshly cooked porridge to Mu Xing.

Mu Xing gave Fu Lingxiao a fever-reducing injection, then took a shower, put on a black nightgown, and sat on the bay window with his eyes closed to relax.

While she was drifting off to sleep, many fragmentary images suddenly appeared in her mind, like a broken mirror falling apart. She tried hard to piece it together, but her head suddenly hurt as if it was about to split.

She suddenly opened her eyes in severe pain, held her head and took a deep breath.

After the severe pain subsided, he was no longer sleepy, and his eyes unconsciously turned to the sleeping man on the bed.

Inexplicably, she remembered what he said to her on the helicopter.

He said he was shaken.

Thinking of the throbbing and uneasiness in his heart when he heard this sentence, Mu Xing suddenly felt that he was ridiculous. He was so deeply in love with his wife, how could he waver?

He obviously only regarded her as a substitute from the beginning to now.

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F continent, sea.

After talking to Mu Xing on the phone, Qian Fei immediately changed direction and flew back.

Noticing that Jiang Yan in the co-cockpit was still distracted, she smiled and said, "Little Lamb, sister, I'm still sitting next to you, but you dare to think about other women, that's too much."

After these two days of getting along, Jiang Yan has gained some understanding of Qian Fei, and he is no longer as at a loss as he was at first when it comes to her teasing.

He said in a gentle tone: "I'm just a little worried about Xiao Yan'er. I haven't seen her safe and sound with my own eyes, so I always feel uneasy."

Qian Fei: "Look at how worried you are about my baby Gu. If you like her so much, confess your feelings when you get back!"

Jiang Yan smiled bitterly, "No way."

Qian Fei turned to look at him and said, "What? You don't dare? Just tell your sister if you don't dare, and she will help you!"

"Thank you, but it's not necessary. Xiao Yan'er and I will never have a relationship other than that of senior brothers and sisters."

He was already satisfied to be able to accompany Xiao Yan'er as his senior brother.

Qian Fei heard the disappointment in Jiang Yan's tone and reached out to rub the top of his head, "Don't be sad little lamb, sister loves you, sister gives you hot love, sister's shoulders are for you to lean on!"

Jiang Yan was amused by her, "I'm older than you, sister."

"But I am better than you. The rules of the world are that regardless of age, only strength is considered."

Qian Fei raised her small minibus and said, "Come on, little lamb, call me sister again and listen."

Jiang Yan: "..."