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

Su Fuliu only felt a chill hit him, he couldn't help shivering, and muttered: "It's strange, 'swollen' does 'swollen' feel chilly?"

"Su Fuliu!" Suddenly came an angry voice.

Su Fuliu's heart trembled in fright.

He looked up, and saw Feng Muting standing opposite him, his whole body was full of cold air.

It turned out that the chill came from him.

Su Fuliu swallowed involuntarily, then said with a doggy smile: "My lord..."

"Do you still remember this king?" Feng Muting asked coldly.

Su Fuliu twitched the corner of her mouth: "Of course it's 'smart', the little one forgets about 'shit' and dare not forget the prince! Does the prince 'swell' and 'pick' this?"

Feng Muting frowned: "Why are you talking like this?"

Su Fuliu replied aggrievedly: "The little one bit the tongue 'bald' of 'Zhizhi'..."

"..." Feng Muting was speechless for a while, is this the reason why Su Fuliu has not been willing to speak?

Su Fuliu dared not talk to Qin Shi, but he didn't dare not talk to Feng Muting.

Even if he said a word, his tongue would hurt for a while, so he had to say it.

"Is the prince 'swollen' and 'picking' this?"

"This king is here to arrest people!" Feng Muting said through gritted teeth.

Su Fuliu was startled and shivered: "Arrest, arrest...then, the little one won't work with the prince."

As he spoke, he sensibly stepped aside to make way for Feng Muting.

Looking at his dull look, Feng Muting was almost so angry that his seven orifices were going to smoke.

"The person I want to arrest is here, you don't have to give way." Feng Muting said, and then took a step.

Su Fuliu swallowed her saliva again, her eyes flickering: "My lord... the person you want to arrest, isn't it... the young one?"

At this time, Feng Muting had already arrived in front of Su Fuliu, he was half a head taller than Su Fuliu, and as soon as he stood up, he completely shrouded Su Fuliu in the shadow.

Su Fuliu immediately took a deep breath, and her heart came to her throat: "The prince is 'oily'! The little one knows it's wrong, and the little 'pick' doesn't dare to run away!"

Feng Muting didn't speak, but took a look at him, then suddenly reached out and picked him up, and carried him directly on his shoulder.

Su Fuliu was so frightened that the flower branches trembled: "My lord!"

This was on the street, Feng Muting's actions not only frightened Su Yan who was beside him.

It also scared the pedestrians on the road.

"Oh my God, in broad daylight, there is such a thing as robbing civilian men?!"

"This is too exciting!"

"My god, isn't that Prince Ting?!"

"It turns out that Prince Ting has never married a wife because..."

"Hush, don't you die, dare to talk about Prince Ting?!"

"Don't dare, but this matter is really a little bit up..."

"My lord, put 'five' down, put 'five' down!" Su Fuliu struggled non-stop, but Feng Muting's shackles were firmly in place, no matter how hard he struggled, it was a waste of time.

Feng Muting directly packed Su Fuliu and carried him back to Prince Ting's mansion, but instead of carrying Su Fuliu back to Su Fuliu's room, he carried Su Fuliu directly back to his room.

He kicked open the door, and walked in carrying Su Fuliu on his shoulders.

Su Fuliu had never seen such a furious Feng Muting before, that foot was not on the door, it was on his weak heart.

He was really going to be killed by Qin Shi. Qin Shi also said that Feng Muting might not hate him, but he also blamed him for his soft ears, so he ran back to read it out of curiosity.

Well now it's time to die!

Feng Muting is like a runaway lion now, his life is already trembling in the wind.

"King, lord, you."

"Shut up!" Feng Muting roared.

Su Fuliu was so frightened that he dared not speak out, and let Feng Muting throw him on the bed roughly...