ist of the little girl, when a beam of light shot in from the doorway.It was Ruan Ruqing who walked in with a charging table lamp. She placed the lamp on the tea table and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr....Mù Xīng humbly accepted her shortcomings and nodded, saying: "Okay, I will practice diligently."

The little girl was overly well-behaved, and Fu Lingxiao couldn't help but soften his heart. He scooped her up onto his lap, holding the petite figure in his arms, "Just like this, stay with me while I work."

"If Uncle Xiao doesn't find it tiring, I have no problem."

She especially liked the scent on her uncle, a faint sandalwood and agarwood, so pleasant that she couldn't help but want to be closer to him.

Mu Xing obediently sat on the man's lap. The man had one arm around her, and the other hand flipping through a document. That's how they started work.

In the spacious office, only the sound of a man flipping through papers and tapping his mouse could be heard. The little person in his arms was as quiet as air.

After a short while, the door to the office was suddenly knocked on, shattering the peaceful atmosphere.

Fu Lingxiao didn't raise his head, his low voice uttering a single word: "Enter."

Zhao Jin pushed open the door, but he was stunned by the scene before him.

Mr. Fu, their boss, hated being disturbed while working. He even required a certain level of silence throughout the entire office area. However, he's now holding a personal item during work

He knew his boss liked the young girl, but liking her to the point of carrying work home was beyond his imagination.

It's outrageous.

When Fu Lingxiao saw that Zhao Jin didn't speak for a long time, he glanced over and discovered that Zhao Jin was standing at the doorway like a wooden statue, staring at them with wide eyes. His expression was quite varied.

He looked up at Zhao Jin, "What's the matter"

Zhao Jin heard his boss's voice and immediately came to his senses. He quickly walked over and placed a beautiful envelope on the desk, saying: "This was just delivered by Miss Tang, the second daughter of the Tang family. It's a ticket to the Clyde Piano Music Concert."

Clyde, a renowned contemporary pianist from Maple Leaf Country, is hailed as the most astonishing piano prodigy of this century. This marks his first performance in the country, and tickets for the concert have been in extremely high demand.

After Fu Lingxiao left last night, Tang Xinran immediately had someone investigate his background. From the scant information available, she learned that he had once attended a piano concert by Clyde in Kreide.

Just as Clyde's global tour arrived in the capital, she got two tickets at great expense through someone to please him and immediately sent them to Fu Lingxiao.

She knew Fu Lingxiao didn't like her right now, so she asked Zhao Jin to give it to Fu Lingxiao. It was a way to leave him a good impression that was both graceful and measured.

However, she wouldn't have thought that her plan had already ended before it even began.

The man didn't even glance at it, tossing the ticket straight into the trash can as if afraid that leaving it for even a moment longer would soil his desk.

"I've told you before, if someone sends something over, just handle it and get rid of it. Don't bring it to me."

The man's voice suddenly became cold and low.

Zhao Jixin's heart skipped a beat, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, I guarantee this won't happen again."

Over the years, those wealthy young ladies in the capital would send gifts to Mr. Fu every few days. He followed orders and refused them all. For those he couldn't refuse, he arranged for them to be handled.

This time, he actually refused as well. Not only because of Mr. Fu's instructions, but also because he really looked down on the Tang family, these shameless people. But after all, the two families have had many years of cooperation, and Tang Xiner kept begging him, he couldn't directly refuse her face, so he could only take it up.

As expected, this angered their CEO Fu.

Oh.

He's still too straightforward. He should have just thrown it away a moment ago.

The man's cold face made Zhao Jin tremble, as if a chill wind had swept through. The atmosphere in the office instantly turned frigid.

Mu Xing didn't like this feeling very much, she disliked it even more when her little uncle was unhappy. She stretched her neck and gave the man a peck on his handsome face, "Little Uncle, I already kissed you, won't you be angry anymore"

Hearing the little girl's voice soft and sweet, the coldness between the man's brows dissipated.

Okay, get to work.

Zhao Jin stared in disbelief at the girl in Fu Lingxiao's arms.

According to the boss's standards, this star assistant was not allowed to make even the slightest mistake at work. Not even a minor error was permissible.

Seeing that he was about to have squid for dinner, her one sentence effortlessly calmed the boss's anger.

Thus, it can be seen that the boss of his house truly loves his little darling to no end.

He also decided that from now on, he would treat Mu Xing better. It wasn't because he wanted to please her, but rather because of gratitude for her "life-saving grace" just now.

Shortly after Zhao Jin exited the office, Fu Lingxiao also finished his work.

"Go home."

He stood up holding Mu Xing with one hand, walked over and picked up her school bag, then carried her out of the office towards the presidential elevator.

Mu Xing wrapped her arms around the man's neck and asked worriedly, "Little Uncle, you've been holding me for a long time Are your hands aching"

"How much do you weigh"

The little girl has a huge appetite, but she never seems to gain weight. She's still as thin and small as when she first arrived. You could carry her all day and she wouldn't even seem tired.

"Uncle, when you're tired, be sure to tell me, so I can hold you."

Mu Xing spoke very seriously.

The man's lips curved into a slight smile. With this girl's strength, it wouldn't be difficult to carry him at all, but that... image...

Some things are hard to imagine.

But he still agreed, “I will.”

Mu Xing was still holding the half-eaten yogurt in her hand. After receiving the man's reply, she nodded and started to eat her yogurt again, swaying her little legs.

Fu Lingxiao hugged Mu Xing and took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

Yunto, who was waiting in the car, saw their family's grandfather, Grandpa Fu, striding over with a pink satchel and someone in his arms. He hurriedly got out of the car and started it up, but his expression was even more dramatic than Zhao Jin's had been back then.

What on earth is going on between Master Fu and Little Mu Xing They just went to the office for a bit!

How come it developed to the point where I even need to be held when walking

At this rate of development, even a rocket couldn't catch up with you!

Yun Tuo was even beginning to fear that if he wasn't careful, these two kids would pull off something really big.

Fu Lingxiao put Mu Xing into the car and then got in himself.

The convoy started slowly, driving out of the underground parking garage.

The man was about to close his eyes and rest when the little figure beside him suddenly climbed onto his leg. "Uncle, you've worked hard. Let me give you a massage," he said.

As he spoke, a pair of tiny meat claws had already pinched him on the shoulder.

From the shoulders to the arms, all the way down, the movements were methodical and deliberate.

Fu Lingxiao saw that this young girl was full of enthusiasm, so he didn't stop her. He simply closed his eyes lightly.

Mu Xingbian cautiously asked beside her, "Little Uncle, can this level of force work"

Fu Lingxiao closed his eyes, "En" he murmured, this girl was indeed pressing well, very comfortable. He unconsciously relaxed his whole body.

After about five minutes, the man opened his eyes. "I've been pressing for a long time, it's done."

"Little Uncle, are you worried I'm tired" Mu Xingyang smiled wickedly, "Little Uncle, don't worry, oh. When I was in the mountains before, I often helped my master with massages. Every time it was half an hour at least, this little while won't tire me out at all."ng Ying, dialed out Fu Lingxiao's number.On the other side, Fu Lingxiao stood before Lan Hua's grave, his face grim as he watched the bodyguard dig it up.The phone in his pants pocket suddenly vibrate...