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

In the evening, Su Fuliu waited in the room until very late, but did not see Feng Muting coming over, so he knew that Feng Muting must be so busy reviewing papers that he forgot the time.

He thought for a while, put on his clothes, and went out of the room.

Originally, he wanted to go to the study, but after thinking about it, he went to the kitchen first.

It's just unlucky, I fell at the kitchen door, propped my hands on the ground, and scratched the skin.

"Hiss..." He gasped in pain, then put his hand to his mouth and blew twice before getting up from the ground.

No wonder Feng Muting always said that he was clumsy, and he was right, he could wrestle.

Although it was dark at night and the sightlines were not very good, he didn't see anyone wrestling, and he was probably the first one.

Enduring the pain, Su Fuliu went to the kitchen in the dark, lit the oil lamp, and then began to prepare food for Feng Muting.

It's so late, Feng Muting is still busy, he must be tired and hungry.

All he can do is prepare some food for Feng Muting.

At this time, Feng Muting, who was diligently reviewing the notebooks in the study, yawned, then looked at the piles of notebooks piled up beside him, sighed involuntarily, and then continued to work.

He couldn't help but wonder if his A Liu fell asleep.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and Su Fuliu's voice came from outside: "Tinglang...it's me..."

Feng Muting was startled, then hurriedly put down the booklet, got up and walked quickly to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Su Fuliu standing there with food: "Aliu, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I... I see that Tinglang hasn't returned yet. I know Tinglang is still working on these papers, so I thought about making something for Tinglang. I didn't disturb Tinglang, did I?"

Feng Muting shook his head, then took the tray from Su Fuliu's hand with one hand, took Su Fuliu's hand with the other, and led him into the study.

Su Fuliu frowned almost invisible, and glanced at the hand held by Feng Muting.

After entering the study, Feng Muting let go of his hand, and he immediately retracted his hand, and then retracted his hand into his sleeve.

Feng Muting put down his food, then turned to look at him, and said distressedly: "It's so late, Ah Liu should have a good rest, why did you go to the kitchen and make these food so hard?"

Su Fuliu shook her head: "It's okay, I can't sleep anyway, Ting Lang hasten to sit down and have a taste, I made you wishful pancakes, chestnut cakes, and stewed pears with rock sugar."

Looking at the food he made, Feng Muting couldn't help sighing: "Ah! I'm really the happiest person in the world, how did I find such a good little wife as Ah Liu!"

"I'm not a little daughter-in-law."

"Okay, no, no, Ah Liu is not a little daughter-in-law, Ah Liu is my treasure."

Su Fuliu blushed, and looked away embarrassedly: "Okay, Ting Lang, eat quickly."

Feng Muting watched what Su Fuliu made, and he ate them all in one sitting. This was made by his A Liu so hard, so he had to finish it.

"Is Ting Lang still busy?"

"I'm full now, so I'm sure I'll be busy for a while. I'll take Ah Liu back to her room. Ah Liu should go to sleep first?"

"Okay, then Ting Lang promised me that he will go back to rest after half an hour's busy work?" Su Fuliu asked.

"Okay." Feng Muting nodded, "Let's go, I will take you back to your room first."

Su Fuliu shook his head: "No, there's no need to send it. I'll just go back by myself. Ting Lang will be busy first, just half an hour?"

"Yeah, but I still want to take you back." After saying that, Feng Muting was about to get up.

Seeing this, Su Fuliu stood up immediately: "It's really unnecessary, I can just go back by myself."

After speaking, he immediately turned around and ran away.

"Hey, slow down." Feng Muting shouted, then he shook his head, and went back to sit down at the desk.

When he reached out to take the booklet, he found a trace of blood on the palm of his hand, which was very shallow.