Chapter 177: Remember That You Have Me

their own eyes.To have actually received such high praise from a master of calligraphy and painting is incredible!It seems that Master Fu's little lover is not as they had previously thought, just a s...Mùxīng frowned in confusion, "How do you wipe with your mouth"

Fu Lingxiao played with the little fleshy hand, his voice slightly threatening: "Think about it yourself, if you don't wipe it clean, the remaining two meals of barbecue will be canceled as a punishment."

As a qualified foodie and barbecue enthusiast, how could I let this happen!

Mu Xing tilted her head, thinking seriously for a moment. She then reached up and hooked her fingers around the man's neck, leaning in with her small mouth and extending her rosy tongue to gently lick the oil stains on his cheek.

Her movements, like a little kitten.

Lick away the oiliness on his face, very carefully and diligently.

Fu Lingxiao lowered his eyes, and could clearly see the girl's curly eyelashes, her face as delicate as a baby's fuzz, and that...the pink little tongue that was licking back and forth on his cheek.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he looked away, but the scent of milk clinging to the little girl still filled his nostrils. It was faint, yet distinct from the antiseptic smell that hung in the air.

My breath grew increasingly uncontrolled, burning hot...

Just like this, I'm starting to feel a little overwhelmed.

Fu Lingxiao felt despair at his own helplessness. He gripped the little girl's delicate shoulders in his hands and gently pushed her away. "That's enough."

"It's not even dry yet." Mu Xing, remembering the two barbecues meals, was exceptionally "dedicated".

"I said it was okay."

Fu Lingxiao repeated himself, his voice taking on a different flavor, becoming forceful and low. He was afraid that the little girl would use her innocent persistence to tease him, and he couldn't resist.

Mu Xing hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Does that mean the remaining two barbecues still count"

"Mathematics."

If you say it doesn't count, this little thing will definitely come back. He doesn't want to suffer again.

Having saved two barbeques, Mu Xing relaxed and smiled at the man, opening her small hand: "Little Uncle, phone."

At the appointed time, I made a video call with Grandma and Uncle Butler.

Fu Lingxiao placed her on the sofa and handed her his phone. He then got up to go to the bathroom to clean the oil from his face.

Mu Xing skillfully opened WeChat, clicked on Mrs. Fu's chat box, and made a video call.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Madam Fu finished her breakfast and kept waiting with her phone. As soon as Mu Xing called, she picked up immediately.

"Grandma!"

A sweet voice came from the phone.

Mrs. Fu, wearing her reading glasses, carefully watched Mu Xing in the video.

A week ago, she waited for Mu Xing to come and fix her lumbar spine. She waited from morning till night but he didn't show up. She called Uncle Wu to ask, only to find out that Mu Xing was injured and had gone to country M. This worried her terribly. After much difficulty, she finally contacted her grandson, and all she saw was a bruised and injured Mu Xing. She felt so heartbroken that she almost went to country M herself.

Mu Xing was afraid she would worry, so he suggested having video calls with her every day. Seeing the little one recovering day by day through the video, she finally felt a sense of security in her heart.

"Xiao Muxing, have you had dinner yet" he asked with a smile.

Then she looked around her, "Where's that stinky kid Didn't he come to the hospital to take care of you today"

"Finished, Grandma. Little Uncle went to the bathroom."

Just as Mu Xing finished her response, the man walked out of the bathroom. She immediately called to him, "Uncle, come here quickly, Grandma wants to see you!"

Fu Lingxiao walked over and sat down on the sofa, calmly holding the little girl onto his lap and looking at his phone: "Grandma."

Mrs. Fu was pleased to see him and gave a satisfied hum, continuing her chat with Mu Xing.

Fu Lingxiao held the little girl in his arms, propping his head up with one hand on the sofa, watching the two chat idly. His mood relaxed unconsciously, and his whole body radiated a lazy air.

Mu Xing finished her video call with Old Madam Fu and then called Wu Butler. The maids gathered around Wu Butler, asking one after another about Mu Xing's recovery and when she would be coming home.

Two video calls, lasting almost two hours, Mu Xing returned the phone to the man and asked: "Little uncle, when are we going home"

Fu Lingxiao smiled and looked at her: "Want to go home"

Mu Xing nodded, calculating the time. She should be hearing from the class monitor's private investigator soon. She had arrived in a hurry and hadn't brought her phone. If there was any news, she wouldn't be able to get in touch and it would cause a delay.

Fu Lingxiao pinched her small, delicate nose. "How do I remember, that little thing was carrying a small bag and making a fuss about moving not long ago"

Moving was Ah Chao's idea, not hers. Mu Xing pouted, thinking that after her hand recovered, they would have to move. Her mood couldn't help but drop. She leaned against the man's chest, silent.

The lively and cute kitten suddenly turned into a wilted eggplant, listless.

Fu Lingxiao pinched her slender waist and lifted her up until their eyes met. His thin lips lightly brushed against her lips, and he asked in a soft voice, "Why are you suddenly unhappy Hmm"

Mu Xing shook her head, turning her face away and burying it in the man's neck.

Fu Lingxiao didn't press further, raising his hand to gently stroke her back, "Little one, no matter what happens, remember you have me."

Another week has passed.

The doctor brought the report from the virology lab, and the institute also had a breakthrough. YunTu immediately sent the research report to the hospital.

The two reports are almost identical.

It is clear to see, with reference to the blood sample test results, that Mu Xing's blood contains approximately 65% toxins, and the amount of toxins is still increasing.

However, due to the characteristic that toxins are deactivated once they leave the bloodstream, it has been impossible to extract them for research and analysis.

Fu Lingxiao stood outside the ward, flipping through the report irritably. His face was as dark as ink, "If the equipment isn't working, change it! If the people aren't working, change them! Give me a solution as soon as possible!"

The world's top toxicologists have been recruited, who else could they possibly turn to

Yunto was very troubled.

At this time, Shen Lue, who had been quietly leaning against the wall, spoke up: "Master Fu, I've heard of someone who might be able to help."

Fuling Xiao's cold eyes swept past, "Who!"

“The Divine Doctor of the Thirteen Realms,” Shen Lue said. “It is said that this Divine Doctor’s medical skills have reached an incredible level, but this person is extremely mysterious. Few people have seen his true face, and he is always on the move, making him very difficult to find.”

If he's so mysterious, how did he become known as a divine doctor

Yuntuo's questions struck at the very soul.

Shen Lue awkwardly twitched the corner of his mouth, "I don't know, I just asked some friends on the street these past few days. Otherwise... as if I never said it"

The man directly ordered, “Send someone to find him immediately!”

Whether it's true or not, let's find out first. He won't let go of any chance to save the little girl!

Yuntuo: "Yes."

"Tomorrow, I'll take Mu Xing back to the Imperial City first. You stay and continue to be in charge of the institute."

The little girl's injuries have almost recovered, and she keeps nagging about going back to the imperial capital. If she isn't taken back soon, it will be suspicious. Besides, some people are waiting for him to go back and settle the score! of the forest illuminating his three-dimensional and sharp profile, revealing a cold calmness. "Life and death are up to her,"The black wolf's eyes, scarred with a cross-shaped mark, crinkled at the...