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

Xie Chen slowly closed his eyes.

The attendant at the side ran over and asked, "Young Master Wen, do you want us to help you end him?"

Wen Hongye raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, covered his throbbing chest, and shook his head: "No, let him go."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the private room.

When he opened the door and entered, he saw Xiao Nian picking up Su Fuliu and walking towards the soft couch beside him.

Su Fuliu was forced to drink tea, and now his whole body was limp and weak, and that uncomfortable feeling was slowly coming, he tried his best to keep himself awake, even though he had no strength, he still did not give up struggling.

"Master..." Wen Hongye called softly.

Xiao Nian didn't even look at him, but was full of Su Fuliu.

"You don't have anything to do here anymore, you can take Xiao Luo back, and when I finish my work, I'll go back and find you."

Xiao Luo looked at his brother who couldn't wait, and didn't want to stay here anymore, so he went out first and took those attendants away.

After Xiao Nian put Su Fuliu on the couch, he found that Wen Hongye was still standing there: "Why don't you leave?"

"My lord, I'm hurt." Wen Hongye looked at him with a trace of hope in his eyes.

"If you are injured, go back and see the doctor." Xiao Nian withdrew his gaze, and turned to look at Su Fuliu who was still twisting.

Wen Hongye coughed twice, and suddenly there was a fishy sweetness in his throat. He suppressed the blood, turned and left with a lonely expression.

Just when he was about to go out, when he heard Xiao Nian calling him to stop him, his eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly turned to look at Xiao Nian.

But in the end, I heard Xiao Nian say: "Kick out all the guests from the teahouse, I don't want anyone to disturb you."

The light in Wen Hongye's eyes dimmed instantly: "Yes..."

Afterwards, he walked out of the room and reached out to close the door. When the door was about to close, he paused for a moment. Through the gap, he saw Xiao Nian eagerly peeling off Su Fuliu's clothes. He was stabbed with a knife, and then he looked away and closed the door behind him.

He drove away all the people in the teahouse, but he didn't leave. He silently came to the outside of the private room, found a corner near where Xie Chen was lying, and sat down, leaning weakly.

In the private room, Su Fuliu not only felt limp and weak, but also felt itchy in his heart, an impulse was about to break out.

"Don't touch me, no, let me go..."

Xiao Nian tore off his skirt, looked at his white and smooth shoulders, clean and attractive collarbone.

As expected of someone he has been thinking about for a long time, this body is really charming.

"Since you can't pretend to be a good person, then I can only show you how bad it is." Xiao Nian stretched out his hand to touch Su Fuliu's face, and said thoughtfully.

"Don't be afraid, Fuliu, I will let you know that I am ten times and a hundred times gentler than Feng Muting, and I will make you very comfortable. Don't struggle, and don't hold back. After drinking tea, you I can't bear it for long, so let go, and I will make you happy."

Because of the effect of that cup of tea, Su Fuliu's fair skin was already glowing an attractive pink.

He suppressed the discomfort and said with difficulty: "The prince will not let you go."

"Under the peony flower, it is also romantic to be a ghost. When he comes, we will all have a good time together. Maybe, when he sees you like this, he despises you and doesn't want you anymore, but don't be afraid, he doesn't want you, I want you. "After Xiao Nian finished speaking, he bent down and bit Su Fuliu's immature shoulder.