The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

Su Fuliu couldn't help but startled, then raised his eyes to look at Feng Muting.

"I'll rub it for you." Feng Muting said, pinching his face openly.

Su Fuliu was flattered: "No, no need, how can I bother the prince..."

"No trouble." Feng Muting replied, although there were only three words, but to Su Fuliu's ears, there was an extra voice-over: This king even said it's not troublesome, if you dare not let this king touch you, this king Going crazy again!

Therefore, he didn't dare to say anything, he could only sit there silently and let Feng Moting rub his face.

"In the future, don't try to be brave on your own. If something happens to you, just tell me." Feng Muting said suddenly.

Su Fuliu was stunned for a moment, and then said: "But, it's like the matter of the young prince, there is no time to wait for the young one to find the prince."

"Then other than this situation, your first reaction must be to find this king first, rather than rushing out by yourself, remember?" Feng Muting asked.

Su Fuliu nodded: "The little one knows, if there is anything wrong, the little one must go to the prince first, so as not to cause trouble for the prince."

Feng Muting glanced at him: "Did this king tell you like this because he was afraid that you would cause trouble for this king? Are you really out of your mind?"

"Isn't it..." Su Fuliu felt that there was nothing wrong with his understanding.

Wasn't Feng Muting not letting him rush out blindly because he was afraid that he would cause trouble for him?

"..." Feng Moting always felt that sometimes when chatting with him, the two of them seemed to be talking about the same thing, but in fact they were separated by a galaxy.

Su Fuliu blinked her big innocent eyes and looked at him, waiting for his answer.

As a result, I didn't see him speak for a long time.

But he didn't say anything, and Su Fuliu didn't dare to ask. He still sat there, and Feng Muting was still rubbing his face.

In fact, his face was no longer sore and swollen, but Feng Muting didn't stop, so he couldn't say it.

In case he reminded him, Feng Muting would be unhappy again.

It's better to shut up, Feng Muting can stop whenever he wants, he can rest assured that he will be "served".

Su Fuliu's face became softer and softer, and Feng Muting was a little reluctant to let go.

But he couldn't keep kneading like this, so he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

However, after withdrawing his hand, he also pinched his face by the way.

Tsk, Su Fuliu's face is still comfortable to pinch.

Seeing Feng Muting pinching himself, Su Fuliu asked, "Is the prince's face also sore?"

Feng Muting's eyes flickered slightly: "I have used one expression for a long time, and the muscles on my face are a little stiff. I just rubbed it for you for so long. It's time to change you."

Su Fuliu paused, and then said: "Okay, the little one will be rubbed by the prince."

After speaking, he stretched out his hands and rubbed Feng Muting's face.

"Are you comfortable, lord?" Su Fuliu asked while rubbing.

"Well, it's okay..." Feng Muting stared at Su Fuliu and replied.

"It's just okay?" Su Fuliu felt that he pinched it quite well.

"How did this king pinch you just now?" Feng Muting asked.

"My lord did the same thing just now." Su Fuliu didn't think there was anything wrong with his pinching, it was obviously the same as Feng Muting's technique just now.

Feng Muting shook his head: "It's not the same, this king made it like this."

As he said, he raised his hands to cover the backs of Su Fuliu's hands, and continued to pinch them with his hands: "This king pinched it like this, can you understand?"

Su Fuliu curled her lips: "Isn't this the same as what the little one pinched just now?"

"Where is it the same?" Feng Muting grabbed his hand and squeezed it twice, "Is it the same?"

"It's the same..." Su Fuliu didn't think there was any difference.

Feng Muting continued to hold his hand and squeezed it twice: "How about this?"

Su Fuliu shook his head: "Isn't it still the same..."

Feng Muting raised his eyebrows, then lowered his hands: "Forget it, you can pinch as you like."

Su Fuliu glanced at him, thinking, this prince is really difficult to serve!

The next day, Feng Muting and Su Fuliu went out early, and they went to the market to buy fish.

This is the third time that Su Fuliu has come to buy fish.

The uncle who sells fish knows him.

As soon as you saw him, you greeted him: "Little brother, are you here to buy fish again? Come and have a look here, all the fish here are alive and kicking, very fresh."

Su Fuliu smiled, and then walked over: "Yes, I'm here to buy fish from you again."

"Is the little brother the cook of which family?" The uncle chatted with him.

Su Fuliu shook his head: "No, but I cook occasionally."

"Let me just say, look at the appearance of the little brother's thin skin and tender flesh, he doesn't look like a servant of any family, but rather a son of some family." The uncle laughed.

Su Fuliu also laughed: "What kind of son am I, I'm just a servant of the palace, and I came to buy fish with our lord."

After hearing this, the uncle looked at Feng Muting beside Su Fuliu.

I saw Feng Muting said with a cold face, very dissatisfied...