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

Su Fuliu had already returned to the room, and he knew that the most basic medicine for bruises was always prepared in the room.

After he found the medicine box, he took out the ointment from it, sat down at the table, opened the ointment, and rubbed the ointment on his injured right hand with his injured left hand.

Although the ointment was cool to the wound, it also brought a sharp and piercing pain.

Su Fuliu frowned and gritted her teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and comforted herself while rubbing: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, what is this little pain, you can bear the worst pain, fine!"

But his tender hands were more than scratched, they were actually bloody.

The ointment, which was originally cool, suddenly became hot, and Su Fuliu burst into tears from the pain.

He raised his hand and wiped his tears with his arm, and continued to change hands and apply ointment to the other hand.

But at this moment, he heard a rush of footsteps outside, and wondered if Feng Muting had returned, but half an hour hadn't arrived yet.

He quickly grabbed the ointment on the table, then went to blow out the candle, quickly took off his coat and got into the bed.

As soon as Feng Muting arrived at the door of the room, he saw that the light in the room was turned off. He froze for a moment, then gently opened the door and walked in.

Because the candle was just extinguished, Su Fuliu should not be asleep at this moment.

So he walked over to relight the candle, and then shouted: "A Liu..."

Su Fuliu didn't respond, he was pretending to be asleep.

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu who was sleeping on his side, wondering if he was too tired, so he fell asleep on the bed?

But whether he was asleep or not, he always wanted to go over to see Su Fuliu's hand.

So he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then leaned forward lightly, and stretched out his hand carefully to grab Su Fuliu's wrist, but before he could pull Su Fuliu's hand over, Su Fuliu quickly sat up, and then turned towards him He groaned, as if trying to scare him.

Su Fuliu smiled and said, "Haha, is Ting Lang scared by me?"

"I said why didn't you reply to me, so you were trying to scare me?" Feng Muting stretched out his hand and rubbed his head.

"But I'm really sleepy. Is Ting Lang finished? If you haven't finished your work, hurry up and go back to sleep early. I'll go to bed first." Su Fuliu yawned, looking Like really tired.

Afterwards, he turned around and lay down, and fell asleep on his side again: "I'm really sleepy, please don't disturb me, Ting Lang."

Feng Muting sat there watching, thinking of his purpose of returning to the room, he said softly: "A Liu, can you show me your hand first?"

When Su Fuliu heard this, he snorted and said dissatisfiedly: "I said I'm going to sleep, Ting Lang don't bother me to sleep, please, I'm really sleepy."

"I'll just look at your hand."

"Ting Lang hates it. He is dealing with political affairs, and he still wants to touch other people's hands. I won't give it to him. Ting Lang hurried back to work, and came back to rest early after work. I'm really sleepy, so I'll go to bed first."

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu who had always turned his back to him, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Ah Liu..."

Su Fuliu ignored him and pretended to be about to fall asleep.

"Then Ah Liu go to bed first, I'll come back to sleep later." After saying that, Feng Muting got up and walked out.

Su Fuliu was relieved when he heard the sound of closing the door, and turned around to take a look. Seeing that Feng Muting had left, he sat up, took out the ointment hidden under the pillow, and continued to apply the ointment that was not finished. Rub the ointment on the right hand.

"Hiss—" As soon as the ointment was applied, the piercing pain came in bursts, Su Fuliu frowned, with pain on his face.

"A Liu!" Feng Muting's voice suddenly sounded.

Su Fuliu looked up, and Feng Muting, who had left at some time, appeared in front of him again. He was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the ointment in his hands, and put his hands behind his back.

He looked at Feng Moting at a loss, like a child who has done something wrong, he hesitated and didn't know what to say: "I...I..."