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

Feng Muting snorted softly: "Where is the exaggeration too much, you ask them if they look good?"

After speaking, he looked at the servants.

Even if those servants didn't look at Feng Muting, they could feel a shocking gaze cast on them.

They immediately said in unison: "It's beautiful, it's beautiful, it's especially beautiful, there is no one more beautiful than Young Master Su in this world!"

Feng Muting nodded in satisfaction, and then said: "Okay, put the rest of your clothes in the closet."

The servants quickly took the new clothes and put them away, and then retreated one after another.

Su Fuliu said: "So, you decided to wear this?"

"Well, but, if Ah Liu is not satisfied, then change it." Feng Muting replied.

"That's all, it's all over, let's just wear this." Su Fuliu looked down at himself, and it seemed that it was not too unsuitable, so he wore it like this.

"En." Seeing that Su Fuliu was sure to wear this, Feng Muting began to take off his clothes.

Su Fuliu froze for a moment: "What is the prince doing?"

"Change your clothes." Feng Muting replied, taking off his coat, and reaching for another set of peach pink clothes on the table.

Just now Su Fuliu was embarrassed that the peach powder might not be suitable, so he didn't notice that there was another set of clothes on the table.

He frowned, and asked a little speechlessly: "These clothes, don't you have two sets of each color?"

Feng Muting laughed: "Of course."

"..." Su Fuliu didn't know what to say for a while, he just thought, would it be too late for him to take off the peach powder on his body now?

I saw Feng Muting changed into new clothes, and then turned around in front of Su Fuliu: "How about it, Liu, is it okay?"

Su Fuliu twitched the corners of her mouth: "Looking good is good looking, but...wouldn't the two of us be too...attractive?"

"What are you afraid of? I just want everyone to know that Ah Liu belongs to me, and none of them will let Xiao think about it." After speaking, Feng Muting took Su Fuliu's hand.

"This king has to stamp Aliu to let them all know that Aliu is exclusive to this king. Of course, Aliu can also stamp this king. This king is also exclusive to Aliu."

After finishing speaking, Feng Muting leaned towards Su Fuliu, Su Fuliu's heart beat faster and he didn't dare to look at him.

Just when Feng Muting touched Su Fuliu's lips, Su Yan's voice sounded inappropriately outside the door: "My lord... the little one has already brought someone here."

Su Fuliu immediately withdrew his hand, and then took two steps back: "My lord, if you have something to do, hurry up and get busy, and we'll go to Yulu early when we're done."

The blue veins on Feng Muting's forehead were faintly visible, but he looked at Su Fuliu with a slight smile on his face: "Okay, then Ah Liu washes up and eats breakfast first, the king will be here soon."

Su Fuliu lowered his head and responded, "Mmm..."

He didn't dare to raise his head until he heard Feng Muting's footsteps turning away, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, the remaining warmth on his face hadn't faded, and he was still glowing intermittently.

Feng Muting went out of the room and gave Su Yan a hard look.

Su Yan was startled, a little confused, so why did the prince stare at him as soon as he came out? Could it be that he disturbed the prince for something good?

Thinking of this, he glanced at the door, could it be that the prince was sleeping in the study last night, panicking, so he came to Xiao Su's room early in the morning, trying to bully Xiao Su, but was disturbed by him?

If this is the case, then he has really sinned, no, if this is the case, then he has not only sinned, but also suffered...