ng the man's receding figure, he sighed helplessly and walked into the swimsuit boutique.- By the time we got back to the manor, it was noon.After lunch, Fu Lingxiao went to the company. Mu Xing retur...Inside the room.

Mùxīng was lying on the bed, dangling her legs and thinking about how well she had performed just now. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Outside the door, Wu's housekeeper's voice rang out: "Little Mu Xing, your uncle brought you some delicious food. Open the door."

At the mention of delicious food, Mu Xing jumped up from bed and ran to open the door.

Uncle Wu had a whole bunch of comforting words prepared for his little treasure, but when he opened the door, what he saw was a beaming face that greeted him with a sweet smile: "What yummy food is there"

Butler Wu: ... Shouldn't Little Treasure be angry right now

How could it be different from what he imagined

Mu Xingjian's gaze met Wu Guanjia's, and the latter immediately reacted. His face fell, his lips pouted, and he called out to him in a dejected voice, "Guanjia Bo..."

She didn't want to act either, but her uncle said that if others knew, it wouldn't be realistic.

Wu Guanta looked at Mu Xing's changing emotions, and suddenly felt a little enlightened. He let out a breath of relief and handed her the pastry in his hand, "Uncle brought you your favorite pastry."

"Thank you, Butler."

Mu Xing took it, her voice low as she said thank you.

Wu, the steward, consoled with much cooperation: "Don't be sad. If Young Master dares to scold you, we won't care about him. We won't even eat lunch with him. Your uncle will bring it up to you later."

Mu Xing nodded, "Mm."

Then go have some pastries, uncle. I've got to get back to work.

Wu Guanta walked downstairs with a light heart.

On the roof, Shen Lue crouched there gnawing on his fingernails for a while. He got up and walked to the window above Mu Xing's room, hanging upside down like an inverted hook.

Seeing Mu Xing sitting at the desk, madly devouring pastries, she couldn't help but frown.

It seems Little Star is truly heartbroken, to the point where she's channeling her grief into an appetite.

He glanced back at the rooftop, sat down and pondered, how could he make Little Star happy After thinking for a while, he finally had an idea.

Taking out his phone, he opened Mu Xing's WeChat and transferred 50,000 yuan to her.

Last time I gave Little Star five dollars, she was so happy. It seems like this method works!

After successfully transferring the money, Shen Lue secretly praised his own cleverness, completely unaware that Mu Xing's school bag, including her phone, had been snatched away.

- Yu Rong carried a medical kit into the villa and saw Ning Chi Chi sitting on the sofa. Her eyes darkened.

She had been keeping a close eye on the goings-on in the manor. The day that girl arrived, she took notice of her. The girl bore a slight resemblance to the clumsy maid, but it was their overly similar expressions that gave people the feeling they were twins.

Especially that air of naivete, clean and unworldly.

Even she, at first glance, almost failed to recognize him.

It might be a coincidence that they look alike, there are many similar people in the world, but gathering together like this, it's too much of a coincidence.

But this girl is still well-behaved for now, so she wouldn't bother interfering.

Lowering her eyes, Yu Rong walked over, greeted Fu Lingxiao, and put down the medical kit. She helped Ning Chi chi treat her wounds.

He may have looked seriously injured, but it was just some superficial wounds.

Yu Rong skillfully treated her wounds and gave her a few instructions before leaving with the medical kit.

Fu Lingxiao had been sitting beside Ning Chichi the whole time, until Yu Rong left. Only then did he get up. "You rest here. If you need anything, call Wu Butler. I'm going upstairs to handle some matters."

After he finished speaking to Ning Chi, he went straight upstairs.

The metallic smell was barely tolerable, but the fact that he had held Ning Chi Chi made it unbearable.

Back in the master bedroom, Fu Lingxiao slammed the door shut, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs as he walked into the bathroom. A petite figure suddenly rushed towards him.

He immediately dodged out of the way.

Mu Xing was filled with joy, waiting for him here. As a result, she found herself empty-handed. She couldn't help but be taken aback, "Little Uncle"

Fu Lingxiao saw her frowning, looking at him with a hint of surprise, and explained: "I'm dirty."

He couldn't stand the sickening smell, and he certainly didn't want his baby to be exposed to it.

Mu Xing listened to his explanation, her furrowed brow relaxed, and she leaned forward to hug the man, with a hint of coquettishness, "Not dirty at all, Little Uncle, give me a hug."

Fu Lingxiao couldn't refuse, he could just drag this little thing into the bath with him.

He pulled Mu Xing into his arms and asked softly, "Baby, how did you get here"

"I know Uncle will definitely come up to take a bath, so I'll come and help Uncle."

Mu Xing answered, coming out of the man's arms, her little hands already reaching out to help him undo his shirt buttons.

Fu Lingxiao raised his lips slightly with a hint of helplessness.

Ever since that day, the little thing said he had a hurt on his shoulder and asked for him to help give him a bath. He was persuaded by her soft and hard tactics after some back-and-forth, so this little thing became especially attentive about bathing him.

What could he do He could only rely on her.

Mu Xing helped him take off his outer clothes, leaving only his underwear on, and then led him into the shower room.

Fu Lingxiao saw the small stool placed in the middle of the shower room, and three black lines appeared on his forehead. Wasn't this the small stool in the hospital bathroom

The little girl was afraid he would get tired standing to bathe, so she brought a small stool. These days when he bathes in the hospital, the little girl makes him sit on the small stool.

The little girl actually brought it back

How could he not know

Before he could react, he was already being pushed back onto the small stool by the little girl.

Fu Lingxiao: "..."

Well, that's a familiar feeling.

Mu Xing took down the shower head and opened it, avoiding the bandage on his shoulder wound. She wet his body and lathered him with soap, washing him inch by inch.

As Mu Xing's fingers traced the man's numerous old scars, big and small, a pang of heartache still resonated within her despite having seen and touched them countless times before.

Her little uncle, he must have gone through so many dangers!

From now on, she must protect her little uncle well and never let him get hurt again!

Mu Xing made a silent vow.

After seriously helping the man rinse his body, there were some places she couldn't reach. She handed him the showerhead and said, "Uncle, I'm going out."

The man took the showerhead.

Mu Xing was just about to leave when a force suddenly pulled her back.

The next second, she was pressed against the wet wall, the man standing before her, looking down at her, "Baby, you're dirty from me, clean up and then leave."

The air was heavy with a palpable mist.

The man's breath was right beside her, hot and enveloping. Mu Xing looked into his eyes, deep and mesmerizing like a vast starry sky. For a moment, she suddenly leaned in and kissed his dangerously alluring thin lips.

The soft, delicate little tongue rubbed gently against her lips.

Fu Lingxiao couldn't stand it anymore, he wanted to catch it, but the soft lips suddenly left, a pair of small hands pushed against his chest, preventing him from getting closer.

He looked at the little girl in front of him with confusion, and saw her staring at him with a very serious expression. “Uncle,” she said, “I have a question for you.” Ze, after being warned three or four times by Fu Jingmo, was already extremely annoyed. He glared at Fu Jingmo's retreating figure and muttered under his breath, "Damn! Every single member of the Fu...