Chapter 132: Is He Mentally Ill?

ing a patient's examination report in his office when he suddenly received a phone call.It was exactly the private driver Meng Zhixiang that he had scheduled this morning. "Dr. He, someone really cal...Well, little one.

Fu Lingxiao raised his hand and covered Mu Xing's head, gently rubbing it.

Shen Qiong was planning to finish the last bottle of wine and send Mu Xing home. Unexpectedly, the man suddenly came over. She was startled and jumped up abruptly. The empty wine bottles clattered to the ground after being knocked by the stool, "Fu... Fu Gege, how did you come here..."

"Take her home."

Fu Lingxiao leaned down, holding Mu Xing's shoulders to let her lean against his arm, and slowly took the wine bottle from her hand.

With half-closed eyes, Xiao Zui Mao suddenly hugged the wine bottle tighter, his flushed face rubbing against it, "Little Uncle."

Fu Lingxiao smirked, using a bit of force to pull the bottle out directly.

"Uncle, don't leave me…"

The little drunk cat pouted its mouth and reached out to grab the bottle of wine, looking pitiful.

Fu Lingxiao threw away the wine bottle and grabbed her slender arm as she raised it. He didn't mind her hands covered in oil stains at all. She wrapped them around his neck, her forehead pressed against hers, and in a low voice said: "Silly girl, I'm right here."

The girl raised her half-closed eyes, her hazy gaze converging on the face before her. She stared intently for a moment, then suddenly smiled and hugged the man's neck, "Little uncle."

"Well, let's go home."

Fu Lingxiao picked up Xiao Zui Mao from the waist, his eyes gentle to the extreme.

Shen Qiong stared blankly at the handsome and gentle man, her expression as if she had seen a ghost. This... this... this...

Is this still the legendary King of Hell, known for his ruthlessness

The man's deep eyes suddenly swept over her, "You should go back early too."

His eyes, which were tender just a second ago, faded subtly without a trace. The man's aura was too powerful, causing him to feel an intense pressure even when he wore a neutral expression.

Shen Qiong felt a shiver run down her spine and quickly nodded.

Fu Lingxiao held Mu Xing and turned to walk towards the car. Shen Qiong caught sight of several large bags of dolls piled up on the bench, so she hurriedly picked them up and chased after him: "Brother Fu, Little Star's spoils of war!"

At this time, Shen Lue had already emerged from the shadows, standing beside Yun Tuo by the car, waiting.

Seeing a man walking over with a girl in his arms, Yuntuo immediately opened the car door.

Shen Yue then stepped forward to take the doll that Shen Qiong had handed him, placing it in the trunk. As he opened the passenger door and was about to get in, a low voice came from behind: "You send Xiao Qiong home."

Shen Yue: "..."

Maybach drove away.

Shen Yue turned his head to glance at Shen Qiong, hands in his pockets, lazily saying, "Let's go."

"Bro, haven't paid the bill yet."

Shen Qiong smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

Shen Yue gave her a withering look. "Don't call me brother, call me 'poor unfortunate soul.'"

He didn't eat a single bite, but he still wants him to buy it. Is there any justice in the world

After paying the bill, the siblings walked to the taxi stand.

Shen Qiong hesitated for a while before speaking, "Brother, I just discovered something incredible. I don't know if I should say it."

Shen Yue turned his head to look at her: "Go on, what are you afraid of."

Shen Qiong approached Shen Lue, lowering his voice for fear of being overheard. "Brother Fu...he seems to like Xiaoxingxing."

Shěn Luè thought she had really discovered something amazing. After hearing her, he looked at her with disdain and said, "Does this need to be discovered Anyone who has eyes can see it."

"Holy crap! You're right!"

As expected, Shen Qiong was not calm. "But how could Brother Fu like Xiaoxing They're from completely different worlds."

Shen Lue retorted, "Master Fu is only ten years older than Xiao Xingxing, so he isn't from a different generation"

Sheng Qiong: "..."

She wasn't talking about the age gap, but that Mu Xing always called Fu Lingxiao "Little Uncle". In her view, these two were like elders and juniors.

It's common for elders to take a liking to younger generations these days. It's not even breaking the fourth wall anymore.

This... is too weird!

Shen Lue saw Shen Qiong frowning and comforted her: "That's alright, this is between the two of them. You don't have to worry too much. What you need to do is protect Xiao Xingxing at school and keep those male classmates away from her."

Besides, don't bring Little Star to drink with you anymore. What if something happens You can't be held responsible.

Shen Qing nodded. "I understand."

- Go back to the manor.

Fu Lingxiao held the little drunk cat back to her room.

The little cat's cheeks were flushed, its oil-stained little mouth glistening in the light. Its small meaty paws were also greasy. On the way back just now, it had clung to him, kissing and nibbling on him, leaving his face and body covered in slobber.

That numbing spiciness was overwhelming, practically encircling him 360 degrees. It was simply unbearable for someone with a severe case of OCD.

The little girl was also covered in oil stains. Fu Lingxiao simply held her and walked into the bathroom, placing her on the sink and pinching her cheek. "Little one, wake up."

The little girl had been fussing in the car for a while, but apparently tired out, she was now sleeping soundly, impossible to wake up.

Fu Lingxiao removed the towel and soaked it in warm water. He cleaned the oil stains on the little girl's face and his own, then with one hand he took off the skirt from the little girl's body. The white lace wrapped around her fullness, exposing herself to his eyes, a fierce impact on his vision.

His sexy Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, he quickly lowered his head, taking off the little girl's shoes and socks. Her feet were round, cute, and white and tender, making his heart race.

He was stunned.

What's going on

How could this little girl's two feet trigger his impulses Does he have a psychological problem

Fu Lingxiao took a deep breath. The little person in front of him was so alluring, his gaze had nowhere to rest. He could only close his eyes, unbuttoning his pants with one hand, and holding the little person as he sat into the bathtub, turning on the faucet.

Hot water flowed quickly into the bathtub, gradually submerging both of their bodies.

The feeling of being surrounded by water nearly instantly woke Mu Xing from her slumber. Her whole body trembled, and as she opened her eyes, fear painted her little face.

In her drunken haze, her vision was blurry. She didn't notice that she was only in the bathtub, nor did she feel that she was lying in the man's arms. All she knew was that she was in the water, as if she were about to sink at any moment. This feeling drove her to the brink of collapse.

She subconsciously cried out, "Uncle, save me..."

"I am here."

Fu Lingxiao immediately turned off the faucet, his strong arms pulled her closer, making her feel his presence. His thin lips pressed against her ear, whispering softly, "Don't be afraid, we're in the bathtub."

Soft words soothed Mu Xing's fear.

She turned her head to look at the man, her gaze wavering, making it difficult to see clearly. She could only hug him tightly, pressing herself completely against him, before finally feeling at ease.

A tiny lump pressed against him, even underwater he could still feel the softness of it, his blood surging. He knew he couldn't stay like this with this little thing any longer.

He gritted his teeth, and finally reached out to help her clean her body. The moment his fingertips touched that delicate skin, his blood ran hot!ck, held a gift in one hand, and dragged Shen Qiong with the other. She dashed out of the classroom as fast as she could, afraid that those girls would come back to block her again.Upon arriving at th...