Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Fu Group.

CEO's office.

"Master Fu, the latest news is that Miss Mu Xing and Sun Dehai went to Qingyun Mountain, and now Miss Mu Xing went up the mountain alone."

This is the third time Yuntuo has come to report Mu Xing's whereabouts.

Since the last time Mu Xing was captured by Wang Rongqian, Fu Lingxiao asked Yun Tuo to pick two young and eye-catching bodyguards and arrange them in Mu Xing's class to keep an eye on her activities and protect her.

As soon as Mu Xing and Principal Sun left the school, the bodyguard reported it to Yuntuo. Yuntuo also learned a lesson from the last incident and reported any troubles about Mu Xing to Fu Lingxiao immediately.

Why did that girl suddenly return to Qingyun Mountain?

Fu Lingxiao's handsome brows furrowed slightly, and he whispered for a moment: "Send someone to protect her secretly."

"Yes."

Yuntuo responded and exited the office.

Shen Yi, who was sitting opposite Fu Lingxiao, smiled and said, "Okay, old Fu, keep an eye on her closely. If sister-in-law Mu Xing knew that you cared about her so much, she would be so moved that she would give her your life."

Fu Lingxiao ignored it and continued to look at the project plan.

Shen Yi was used to his indifference and didn't feel embarrassed at all. He turned on the gossip mode: "Seriously, old man, have you and your sister-in-law ever done any negative distance exercise?"

Fu Lingxiao glanced at him coldly, "He's full of yellow waste."

"Then it's gone." Shen Yi clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Can't you do it, old master?"

Fu Lingxiao raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to try it?"

A man who was never serious about words suddenly said such a sentence.

Chen Yi's jaw almost dropped. He frowned and looked at Fu Lingxiao, as if he had seen a ghost. "Old Fu, are you okay?"

Fu Lingxiao had lowered his eyes and continued working.

Just when Shen Yi thought he would ignore him anymore, the man suddenly raised his thin lips: "She is still young."

The low and deep voice was extremely careful and serious.

Shen Yi looked at Fu Lingxiao, surprised or not surprised. The last time they had dinner together, he had already seen how special Mu Xing was to his brother.

He put away his teasing expression and returned to seriousness, "Brother, I'm really happy for you that you can find someone you like, but I still have to remind you that the man behind the scenes has never given up on killing you all these years. Mu Xing stays by your side. You know better than me how dangerous she is, so if you like her, don't be too high-profile, lest she become that guy's target and become a weapon to threaten you."

Fu Lingxiao pursed his lips. What Shen Yi said made sense, but.

"You can keep a low profile on other things, but you can't just like it. My children will not suffer this kind of injustice."

To protect, he hides. Sorry, that's not his style. He has the ability and confidence to protect her.

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The open space at the door of the stone house was covered with leaves.

Mu Xing looked around carefully. Less than a month after leaving, this place was already a desolate scene.

She suddenly missed the days when she lived here with her master. There were no beautiful little dresses, no big and soft beds, and there were not so many delicious food, but she just missed it.

I especially miss that lazy master.

If Master were at home now and saw the door being so dirty, he would definitely punch her in the head and tell her to clean it up quickly.

Mu Xing took out the key and opened the door. He went into the house and took a broom to quickly clean up the fallen leaves outside. He looked at the place where his master often sat in a daze and murmured: "Master, I have swept the floor clean. When will you come back?" .”

After a while, he sighed softly, took the broom and put it away, went to the master's room, and walked straight to the big wooden box at the end of the bed.

She used to draw paintings and show them to her master. After the master commented, she put the paintings into a large wooden box. There were hundreds of paintings at least. But the moment she opened the wooden box, Mu Xing was dumbfounded.

Not to mention paintings, there are not even a few scraps of paper inside!

Empty!

"Excessive!"

He actually took away all her paintings!

Mu Xing looked at the empty wooden box angrily, and immediately decided to take back his thoughts about his master!

She didn't want to miss that guy who had no sense of loyalty and only wanted to trick her!

There are no ready-made paintings, so I can only make a temporary one.

Mu Xing quickly went back to her room to find painting tools. Fortunately, the tools and paints were still there. She laid out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, adjusted her mood, relaxed herself, and started painting.

This time she copied a previous snow scene picture based on her memory, and it only took an hour and a half, but there was only half an hour left before the trading time.

It's obviously too late.

Mu Xing could only call Principal Sun and ask him to call the buyer and postpone the transaction for three hours.

Soon, Principal Sun called her back, "Mr. Mu Xing, the other party said that we were not punctual and that they wanted to cancel the transaction."

Hearing Principal Sun's decadent voice, Mu Xing encouraged: "The matter hasn't reached the final step yet. It's too early to be discouraged. Send me the buyer's phone number and I'll talk to him!"

Principal Sun immediately hung up the phone and sent his number to Mu Xing.

Mu Xing called the buyer's phone number, but no one answered.

On the other side, the ninth floor of Charming Club.

Inside the luxury suite.

The assistant stared at the number jumping on the phone screen and said to Ye Feibai: "Master Ye, the unfamiliar number is probably an accomplice of the seller just now. Can you answer it?"

Ye Feibai sat back on the sofa, with anger hidden on his handsome face.

His old man bought a painting from who knows where half a month ago. He liked it so much that he insisted on finding another painting by that artist. He searched to no avail and bought some famous paintings to cope with it, but all of them were destroyed. The old man threw it aside like garbage, and said that no matter how much money he spent, he would find the painter's painting. He had no choice but to ask his assistant to post information on the Internet asking for a large sum of money to buy it.

Half a month passed, and finally the seller had agreed to do the transaction at the appraisal shop at [-]:[-]. When he was about to leave, the other party suddenly called and said that he would postpone it for three hours.

How dare you make temporary changes on his head?

What does it mean to be Young Master Ye of his imperial capital?

"No answer!"

The assistant obeyed and pressed the phone, but the next second, the number called again.

Without receiving the order to block him, he could only press it again.

Until the other party called for the tenth time, the assistant was almost moved by the other party's perseverance. He also knew that Mr. Ye didn't really want to cancel the transaction. After all, if the painting was real, it would be Mr. Ye's favorite.

But he couldn't persuade him directly, so he had an idea and said: "Master Ye, this man dares to be disrespectful to you. You must not let him go easily. Why not answer his call and invite him out to teach him a lesson!"

Ye Feibai had no objection.

The assistant immediately answered the call and turned on the speakerphone.

A soft and waxy voice came, "Hello, hello."

Ye Feibai recognized the voice almost instantly. A hint of surprise flashed across his handsome and charming face. He took the phone from the assistant, coughed and lowered his voice, "Are you going to sell paintings?"