The first feeling of Mu Xing's recovery of consciousness is hunger, and the second is pain.

As soon as she frowned, a warm big hand stroked her cheeks and rubbed her fingertips gently on her eyebrows, with a sense of soothing.

The moment she opened her eyes, the hand that was stroking her cheek was already hanging above her eyes, blocking her from the dazzling light.

The man sat in front of the hospital bed and leaned forward with his tall body, "Baby is awake."

His ink-like eyes had a faint and gentle smile, but his eyebrows were still worried.

"Little uncle..."

Mu Xing held the big hand hanging above his eyes, pulled it down and covered it on his cheek, and gently rubbed his face against his palm, like a little cat acting coquettish.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Rather than worrying, Fu Lingxiao was more afraid. The little girl was injured by the artery. If they came back one step later, the situation would be dangerous.

The electrocardiogram detector at the bedside showed that everything was normal, but the little girl's excessively pale face still pulled his heart high, "Do you feel uncomfortable now?"

Mu Xing nodded, "Yes."

Fu Lingxiao's brows frowned a little more instantly and asked anxiously: "Where is it uncomfortable? I'll call Yu Rong over immediately."

He reached out and was about to press the call bell when he saw the little girl smile at him mischievously: "I feel sick with stomach, uncle, I'm hungry."

"Little thing, scare me, right?"

Fu Lingxiao pressed the call bell, pinched the little girl's face, took out her cell phone and called Butler Wu, asking him to deliver food.

Yu Rong hurried over, checked Mu Xing, and said, "The situation is very stable at present. As long as the wound is not infected, there will be no problem."

Fu Lingxiao said kindness and then felt relieved.

Yu Rong took the monitor away.

When Mu Xing was in a coma, Butler Wu had already gone to the medical building. He was afraid of disturbing Mu Xing's rest, so he did not stay for too long. Instead, he returned to the villa to wait for news. After that, he waited until late at night.

After receiving a call from his young master, he immediately packed the prepared meals and sent them to the medical building.

When he arrived at the door of the ward, he saw with his own eyes that Mu Xing was nothing serious. Butler Wu finally subsided and walked in with a smile on his face, "Little Mu Xing, uncle is here to bring you food."

Mu Xing's face was pale, but his eyes were bright and bright, "Wow! Uncle Butler, what delicious is it?"

As he said that, he was about to sit up with his weak body.

Seeing that the little girl was regaining her vitality when she heard that there was something to eat, Fu Lingxiao couldn't help but chuckled. She was such a little greedy cat.

He got up and sat on the bed, picked up the little girl, and let her sit in his arms.

Butler Wu pushed the mobile dining table over and took out the dishes and placed them on it, "These are all specially prepared by your Uncle Jiang for you."

Pork liver soup, spinach, duck blood, stewed black chicken, etc. are all foods that nourish blood and nourish.

After the dishes were arranged, Butler Wu served porridge and consciously handed it to his young master's hand. Then he stood aside and looked at it with a smile. He liked to see the love scenes of the young master and Xiao Muxing the most.

The porridge was delivered to his mouth, Mu Xing swallowed and looked up at the man, "Little uncle, have you eaten?"

When Fu Lingxiao met the little girl's concerned eyes, she curled her lips, "Yeah, I've eaten it."

The fact is that he has been guarding Mu Xing, not to mention eating, he has never drunk a sip of water. Even the blood stains on his hands were caused by Butler Wu to call the water to wash him.

Mu Xing naturally didn't know. After hearing that he had eaten, he started eating with confidence.

After having enough food, Mu Xing leaned against the man's arms and fell asleep in a daze. Fu Lingxiao sat in her arms for a long time, probably after he had almost digested it, and then he put the person back on the hospital bed.

Butler Wu knew that he hadn't eaten and was worried that his stomach wouldn't be able to bear it. He whispered: "Young Master, I'm here to accompany Xiao Muxing. Go and have a meal quickly, take a shower and change your clothes."

The young master is so obsessed with cleanliness, so it must be very hard to endure it until now.

Fu Lingxiao glanced at the sleeping little girl, said softly, and stood up and left.

Instead of going to have a meal, he went to Villa No. 6 alone.

Villa No. 6.

The middle-aged man in simple clothes sat on a chair in front of the window and looked up at the bright moon hanging high outside.

There was no light on in the guest room, and the bright moonlight shone on him, as if it was covered with a thin layer of frost. He just sat motionlessly, with a blank expression.

Until the door was suddenly pushed open, the lights in the room lighted up, and a low voice came: "Lu Yuan."

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze and turned slowly. When he saw the figure standing at the door, his unsightly eyes gradually became dark.

After a moment, he suddenly laughed, "It's worthy of being Fu Zong's son, it's really extraordinary."

Originally, he looked just an ordinary middle-aged man, but his smile suddenly showed a bit of heroic momentum.

"You shouldn't ask me why I came to you first?"

Fu Lingxiao glanced at Lu Yuan with a deep look and walked towards him, "Or, have you guessed it?"

Lu Yuan looked calm, "Your Fu family came to me to silence me. Twelve years ago, I had a family member who had to hide. Now I am alone and don't hide anymore, it doesn't matter."

Silence?

Fu Lingxiao frowned, "Why do you want to destroy your mouth? Make it clear."

"You don't know?" A trace of surprise flashed through Lu Yuan's eyes, "It's not silence, then what are you asking me to do?"

Fu Lingxiao temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and said, "How much do you know about the Mu family's fire twelve years ago?"

Lu Yuan was slightly stunned, then he seemed to hear something funny, and he grinned and smiled. His heavy smile caused his chest to start shaking.

Fu Lingxiao's face was gloomy, and the bottom of his eyes was stained with gloom. He pursed his thin lips tightly and looked at Lu Yuan coldly.

After a while, Lu Yuan stopped laughing and met his cold gaze, "You should ask your good father."

After saying that, he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, no, he has died long ago, you can't ask."

Fu Lingxiao understood what Lu Yuan said. He couldn't believe it. A hint of frost was covered with his deep eyebrows and eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand? The fire in the Mu family was done by your good father. He killed and set fire to the fire and slaughtered people all over the family. How ruthless. The ridiculous thing is that I have been hiding from you for twelve years, and you don't know anything."

After Lu Yuan finished speaking, he laughed straight away.

Fu Lingxiao stood there with a tall body, looking at Lu Yuan calmly. His black pupils looked silent at first glance, but when they looked closely, it was a black storm.

Is the fire in the Mu family really the father’s work?

But as far as he knows, the Fu family and the Mu family had no contacts in the early years, and there was no grudge. My father had no reason to attack the Mu family, or was there any hidden information he didn't know?
Chapter completed!