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

The next day, when Su Fuliu got up, his eyes were indeed a little swollen. He pursed his mouth and said to Feng Muting, "It's all Tinglang's fault."

"Yes, blame me, blame me." Feng Muting quickly coaxed, "But it's okay, it's not ugly at all, and the swelling will subside soon, don't be unhappy, Ah Liu."

After Su Fuliu snorted, she got up.

Feng Muting said: "I've already made four sets of black clothes, and I'll send someone to bring them to you. Ah Liu, can you pick them out?"

"According to Tinglang's words, four sets are not enough?" Su Fuliu asked back.

Feng Muting smiled and said: "Of course not enough, Ah Liu likes it, so there must be more."

"..."

Afterwards, the servants sent four sets of black clothes. Although the colors were the same, the patterns were all different.

"Which set does Ah Liu like?" Feng Muting asked.

Su Fuliu looked at it once, then pointed to the third set, and said, "This one."

"Ah Liu thinks the same as me, I also want to choose this set first!" Feng Muting laughed.

The two changed into this set of clothes, and Feng Muting couldn't wait to turn around in front of Su Fuliu: "How is it, Ah Liu, isn't he handsome?"

"Yes, yes, Ting Lang is the most handsome!" Su Fuliu looked at Feng Muting in front of him, and had to say that he was really suitable for wearing black clothes, just like the black suit he was wearing. The boa robe is extraordinarily beautiful and very aura.

After that, the two washed up together, had breakfast together, and then went to the study together.

Feng Muting immediately went over and moved a stool to the side of the desk, side by side with the original chair.

After Su Fuliu walked over, he let Su Fuliu sit on the upholstered chair, while he sat directly on the stool.

"Ting Lang also asked someone to prepare a cushion for it?" Su Fuliu said.

Feng Muting shook his head: "It's okay, let's do it for now."

"Okay." Su Fuliu didn't say anything more, and then started to get busy with Feng Muting.

Feng Muting looked at the extremely serious Su Fuliu, and accidentally became fascinated.

But Su Fuliu, who devoted himself wholeheartedly, didn't realize that Feng Muting was staring at him intently.

He still saw a question on the brochure, and he couldn't answer it, but when he was about to ask Feng Muting, he found out that Feng Muting had slipped away.

"Tinglang!" Su Fuliu shouted angrily.

Only then did Feng Muting come back to his senses, he blinked, touched his nose, and smiled a bit: "It's all because Ah Liu looks so good-looking when he is serious, I...was fascinated by it for a while."

"Humph." Su Fuliu snorted, but didn't talk to him about it, but put the booklet in front of him, and asked the questions on the booklet seriously.

After the two of them worked together, this mountain of documents was actually completed in one day.

However, the two of them were exhausted enough.

After dinner, the two went to bed to rest.

"It's been really hard today, Aliu. Get on the bed, I'll give Aliu a massage." Feng Muting said.

"No, Ting Lang has worked hard today." Su Fuliu replied.

Feng Muting smiled and said, "It's okay, I still have the strength to massage Ah Liu."

As he spoke, he turned Su Fuliu over, then sat on the side, and stretched out his hands to pinch him.

"After sitting for a whole day, Ah Liu's waist and butt must be very painful, so I have to focus on massaging these two places." Feng Muting said solemnly.