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

After hearing this, Su Fuliu became even more ashamed and annoyed: "You still say it!"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk, then, let's have a drink?" Feng Muting asked.

Su Fuliu nodded: "Well, come on, let's drink. In terms of drinking, the prince is my defeat."

Thinking of the last time, he drank with Feng Muting, in the end he was okay, but Feng Muting passed out immediately.

It's a little smug to think about it.

Feng Muting said embarrassingly: "That time, I made a mistake. This time, I must save face!"

Su Fuliu snorted softly: "My lord, let's give up struggling, you just can't drink as much as I do!"

"Ah Liu is a bit drifting, come on, let's compete again!" Feng Muting unsealed the wine and poured bowls of wine for him and Su Fuliu.

Su Fuliu picked up the bowl, and said boldly: "Come on, this time, I want to let the lord know the truth, the lord's drinking capacity is worse than mine!"

After that, the two drank bowl after bowl.

Although Feng Muting refused to admit it, in fact, his drinking capacity was not as good as Su Fuliu's.

Finally, he slammed his head on the table again and fell unconscious.

Su Fuliu put down the empty bowl, although he was a little flustered, but he was still conscious.

He reached out and poked Feng Muting: "My lord, my lord?"

Feng Muting fell on the table without moving.

Su Fuliu snorted: "I said that your drinking capacity is not as good as mine, but you still don't believe me, and you insist on comparing yourself with me. Hmph, I can't do anything else, but it's still rare to meet opponents when drinking!"

He was a little proud, and then went over and dragged Feng Muting to the bed with great effort.

He gasped for a few breaths, then sat there looking at Feng Muting who was motionless, suddenly he got up and ran to find someone to get a pen and ink.

"It made you always hate me, make you always call me stupid, make you always laugh at me, make me hurt so much, make me cry..." Su Fuliu was chanting Yes, while drawing on Feng Muting's face with a brush.

After finishing the painting, he nodded with great satisfaction, and then put the pen and ink aside.

He yawned and dozed off.

In addition, he drank a lot, although he was not as drunk as Mu Ting, but he was still a little dizzy.

So, after he finished his bad deeds, he got into bed, took Feng Muting's arm, and fell asleep contentedly.

The next day, when Feng Muting woke up, he saw Su Fuliu obediently snuggled up beside him. He patted his forehead which was still aching, and suddenly remembered that he lost again last night while drinking.

It's over, when the little idiot wakes up, he will definitely make fun of him.

Before, he always made fun of this little idiot, but now it's all right, Feng Shui has changed, and it's time for him to bear the little idiot's jokes.

Feng Muting turned sideways, facing Su Fuliu, he couldn't help raising his hand to gently scratch Su Fuliu's tall nose.

Su Fuliu frowned slightly, Feng Muting thought he had woken him up, and was about to speak, but saw Su Fuliu's small head burrowed into his arms, as if he had found a comfortable position, He stretched his brows and continued to sleep.

Feng Muting chuckled, and then stretched out his hand to embrace Su Fuliu in his arms.

About half an hour later, Su Fuliu opened his eyes in a daze. He retreated from Feng Muting's embrace, and then looked up.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, it's startling when you see it.

As soon as his rabbit fur exploded, he immediately bounced up, and then jumped off the bed.

Feng Muting looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What's the matter, Ah Liu? Why...how did you scare me like this after seeing this king?"