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

Feng Muting pressed Su Fuliu's restless little hand, and said, "Ah Liu's body is so soft, so it's most suitable to wear this kind of soft peach pink, otherwise, I wouldn't directly choose this color for you .”

"Hmph, it's not that I'm weak, it's that the prince is too strong." As he said that, Su Fuliu pulled his hand out of Feng Muting's, and then wanted to crawl to the side to find a place to lie down for a while.

But in the end, Feng Muting directly pulled him into his arms: "Where does Ah Liu want to go?"

"I want to go to sleep." After Su Fuliu finished speaking, he wanted to get up from Feng Muting's arms, but he was dizzy, struggled twice and sat down just after getting up.

Only Feng Muting snorted.

Su Fuliu then turned to look at him: "Did you hurt the prince?"

Feng Muting held back his energy and shook his head.

Just when Su Fuliu was about to get up, he was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look down: "What is this?"

"Ah Liu—" Feng Muting tensed up and raised his hand to stop him.

If he didn't stop Su Fuliu quickly, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

Now it's all right, he stopped Su Fuliu from groping, Su Fuliu felt aggrieved immediately, with well-developed lacrimal glands, tears were already rolling in his eyes.

"My lord doesn't love me anymore..." After speaking, the tears fell down.

"How could this king not love you, but you have to think clearly, you have to see it, and you will be responsible for the consequences." Feng Muting tried his best to hold back, and his breathing became a lot heavier.

Two times before, Feng Muting and Su Fuliu drank together, and in the end he was so drunk that he passed out. He didn't know what Su Fuliu would look like when he was going to be drunk or not. This is simply a seductive little fairy.

Su Fuliu's face was already a little red from drinking alcohol, but now that she was crying, her little face instantly turned a delicate pink.

Feng Muting's breathing was a little messy.

Su Fuliu said with a hint of stubbornness in her grievance: "I want to see, I want to see, if the prince will show it, I will get angry if I don't show it!"

"A Liu, have you thought it over clearly, do you really want to see it?" Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu, his eyes became cloudy.

Su Fuliu didn't know the consequences, she wiped away her tears blankly, then nodded: "Yes!"

Feng Muting took a fixed look at him, and then lightly lifted the curtain of the car to look outside. He was still in the suburbs at the moment, and then he asked the driver to drive the carriage to the nearby woods. After the carriage stopped, He let the coachman go.

After waiting for the coachman to leave, Feng Muting turned over and held Su Fuliu down: "A Liu, have you made up your mind?"

"Of course I've thought about it, if the prince doesn't show it to me, I'll be really angry!" Su Fuliu stretched out his hand after speaking.

Feng Muting didn't stop him any more, but let Su Fuliu do whatever he wanted.

In the wilderness, in the woods, there was a shaking carriage parked.

Someone in the carriage cried for help, but no one came to save him.

The horse lowered its head and ate the grass. It didn't know how long it would rest now.

It wasn't until the sun went down that the movement on the carriage gradually subsided, and finally it was completely quiet.

Feng Muting looked at the sleeping Su Fuliu, stroked his somewhat messy hair, and then went out to work as a coachman.

Back at the palace, Feng Muting carried Su Fuliu who was still sleeping soundly, and sent him back to the room.

Then he helped Su Fuliu take off his clothes, covered the quilt, and sat by the bed for a while, then reluctantly went back to the study.