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

"I'm clearly a big tiger!" Su Fuliu groaned and was about to bite Feng Mu Ting.

Feng Muting smiled and pressed him down, then pointed to his lips: "Big tiger, bite this."

"Hmph, I don't..." Before Su Fuliu finished speaking, the rest of the words were blocked back.

It's like a dream, it's in the heart.

Su Fuliu pushed Feng Muting away, panting with a blushing face: "Tinglang knows how to bully people..."

Feng Muting shook his head, "That's wrong. I don't only know how to bully people, but I only know how to bully you!"

"Is that different?"

"How can it be the same, I, only you."

Su Fuliu was stunned, and then snorted softly: "Tinglang really said that right out of his mouth, I'm afraid he's said it a lot before."

"I swear, I've only said this to you, and I'll only say it to you. If Ah Liu doesn't believe me, then I'll give you the knife, and you can cut my heart out and have a look."

After hearing what Feng Muting said, Su Fuliu fell silent, he hugged Feng Muting lightly, snuggled into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body.

After a long time, Su Fuliu said: "I would like to join hands with Ting Lang to grow old together, and hope that God will bless us and make us happy..."

"It's definitely possible, Ah Liu has to have confidence in himself, and in us."

"It's not that I don't have confidence in you..."

Feng Muting understood Su Fuliu's worries as soon as he heard it, and he comforted him: "I will remove all obstacles for A Liu, for us, A Liu don't have to worry about anything!"

Hearing Feng Muting's words, Su Fuliu instantly strengthened his determination to recover his martial arts.

Feng Muting worked hard for him, and he also worked hard for Feng Muting. If he could recover his martial arts, it would definitely reduce Feng Muting's worries.

He also can't ask Feng Muting to protect him all the time, but wants to be a person who can also protect Feng Muting.

Thinking of this, he said to Feng Muting: "Tinglang, can you help me find something..."

"what?"

"Herbs."

After hearing this, Feng Muting couldn't help his eyes flickering: "What is Ah Liu looking for?"

"I want to recover my martial arts, and this persimmon can help me."

Feng Muting thought for a while, and then asked: "A Liu, can you tell me what happened to the pipa hook on your body?"

Although he knew all this a long time ago, he still asked this question because he wanted to test Su Fuliu.

If Su Fuliu was willing to open his heart and say everything, and face these pains, then he would naturally tell Su Fuliu the truth immediately.

But if Su Fuliu didn't say it, he couldn't say it, he didn't want him to suffer more.

Su Fuliu was silent again.

Painful memories flooded in again like a tide, washing over his heart that was already full of scars.

Feng Muting saw that his face gradually became painful, and knew that he was recalling those heart-piercing past events.

He really couldn't bear to see Su Fuliu like this, he just felt that his heart was also in pain, so he hugged him tightly: "I won't ask, we don't want to, don't want to."

Su Fuliu felt very sad, but when he saw Feng Muting who was worried about him, he felt that he should face it bravely.

And he should follow Mu Ting's example and be honest, instead of hiding it from him.

So he plucked up his courage and said, "Tinglang, I...I want to make one thing clear to you. After you listen, if you can't accept it, just say it, and I can leave right away."

"Tell me, I'll listen, no matter what you want to say, I can accept it, because we still have to work together!" Feng Muting replied with firm eyes.