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

Su Fuliu choked, and immediately didn't know what to say.

But there is no need for him to say anything, he is like this, to Feng Moting, it is the default.

Feng Muting said with a serious face: "I don't care whether he is a god or a devil, if he hurts you, I will never let him go!"

Su Fuliu immediately shook his head when he heard this: "Don't take revenge, I don't want the prince to avenge me, I don't want the prince to have something to do."

"This king will be fine."

Su Fuliu kept shaking her head: "No, I don't believe it, you lied to me, you all lied to me, she also said she would be fine, but she never came back, you said the same, I don't believe it, I don't want revenge, I just want you to be well!"

"Who is she?" Feng Muting asked.

Su Fuliu immediately opened his eyes wide, showing horror, and then he pushed Feng Muting away, got into the bed, and covered him under the quilt: "I don't know, I don't want to think about it, don't ask, don't ask It's..."

Feng Muting frowned deeply, thinking of Su Fuliu's innocent and innocent appearance on weekdays, but now when he was pressing for who his enemy was, Su Fuliu was terrified and wished he could hide himself in the dark and not come out, not to be caught people see.

It seems that it is impossible to ask Su Fuliu for anything.

He also couldn't bear to see Su Fuliu's painful look when he recalled the past.

So, he had to check it out by himself.

Let's appease this little idiot first.

So he walked over, sat down by the bed, and said, "Okay, I won't ask anymore, I won't ask any more in the future, I won't avenge you, I will stay by your side, take care of yourself." Be with you, pamper you, love you, okay?"

Su Fuliu was still hiding under the quilt and did not respond.

Feng Muting thought for a while and then said: "The mushrooms under the old tree in Yulu should have grown, how about I take you to pick them tomorrow? Didn't you say that I will cook a pot of mushroom soup for me when it grows?" What? If there are fungus, you still have to fry a plate of scrambled eggs with fungus for this king!"

Su Fuliu, who was hiding under the blanket, still didn't respond.

Feng Muting immediately continued: "Could it be that Fu Liu is a person who does not keep his word?"

As soon as the words fell, Su Fuliu pulled off the quilt, exposed his head, and said, "I'm not a person who doesn't believe what I say."

Feng Muting smiled slightly: "Okay, how about we go to Yulu to pick mushrooms tomorrow and cook mushroom soup?"

Su Fuliu nodded slightly, his eyes were still a little red, obviously he had cried again.

Feng Muting sighed softly, then lay down, sleeping next to Su Fuliu, and said, "Apart from mushroom soup and fungus scrambled eggs, do you want to make other dishes tomorrow?"

"Does the prince want to eat anything else?" Su Fuliu asked back.

"Well, of course it's the fish soup you made that I can't forget."

"Okay, let's add a fish soup."

"Well, then I have to go buy a fresh fish tomorrow." Feng Muting said again.

Su Fuliu nodded slightly: "Okay, but the lord can no longer be cruel to other people's fish sellers. It's also very hard work for other people's fish sellers, so don't scare people's fish so that they dare not swim. That fish is not good. sold."

Feng Muting laughed lightly: "Yes, yes, I will follow you tomorrow, I promise not to be fierce."

"Does the lord still want to eat lotus root balls? Last time I tasted the emperor's cooking, I probably already know how to do it. I'll try to make it tomorrow. My lord, try it. Is it the same as the emperor's?" Su Fuliu asked.

"Okay." Feng Muting stretched out his hand and patted his head, "It seems that tomorrow, this king will be able to feast again."

Seeing Su Fuliu's gradually relaxed mood, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, which seemed to divert Su Fuliu's attention.

At this moment, Su Fuliu suddenly took the initiative to kiss Feng Muting on the face...