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

The imagined thunder did not fall, but Feng Muting just glanced at Su Fuliu, turned his back and left.

Su Fuliu blinked her eyes, a little confused.

Feng Muting sat back at the desk, picked up the booklet and looked through it, "Come here, continue to squeeze my shoulders."

Su Fuliu's little heart can't bear this too cloudy and uncertain Feng Muting.

However, he is currently working in the palace, and he doesn't know when he will go.

He didn't dare to ask again.

After all, those who made him hurt Mu Ting now thought he was dead.

He should be safe now.

But now, he has no way to go back to Wangyoulou, he can only work in the palace first.

Judging by Feng Muting's appearance, he is going to be his little servant for the rest of his life.

Hey, it's really a small loss!

If I had known that he would not be greedy for this money, I would have lived a carefree life in Wangyoulou with peace of mind as his number one card.

Moreover, there are still people serving him.

Unlike now, he still has to serve others.

It's useless to regret it now.

Su Fuliu was so engrossed in his thoughts that although his hands were still pounding, he didn't know that Feng Muting wasn't sitting there at all, but was standing there looking at him.

Feng Muting wants to see how long this Su Fuliu will beat the air.

Su Fuliu blinked his eyes, and saw Feng Muting standing in front of him, he was taken aback for a moment, he thought he was delusional, so he blinked again, only to see Feng Muting standing there .

He couldn't help being startled, then looked down, and found that he had been beating for a long time, feeling lonely.

So he immediately withdrew his hand, and then looked at Feng Moting in embarrassment: "My lord, my lord..."

"What are you thinking about, so obsessed with thinking, are you thinking about Xiao Nian?" Feng Muting asked.

Su Fuliu froze for a moment: "Huh?"

What did he want Xiao Nian to do?

"Yes or no?" Feng Muting asked again.

Su Fuliu immediately shook his head: "No, the little one is thinking about what your son is doing, the little one is thinking..."

"Thinking about what?"

"...Thinking..." Su Fuliu couldn't tell, he couldn't tell Feng Muting that he was thinking about when he could leave Prince Ting's mansion, wasn't it just looking for scolding.

"Huh?" Seeing him hesitating and hesitating, Feng Muting might be thinking about Xiao Nian, but it's hard to admit it.

"Well, my little tongue hurts again, can I go see the doctor?" Su Fuliu suddenly covered his face and asked.

"My lord sees that you are speaking well today, why are you in pain again?" Although Feng Muting had a straight face, he was already worried in his heart.

"It really hurts, I'm almost speechless." Su Fuliu put on a pitiful look, trying to win Feng Muting's sympathy.

Feng Muting doesn't even know, he just eats Su Fuliu's pity.

As soon as he saw Su Fuliu like this, he couldn't help it.

He just said: "Why don't you go see the government doctor?!"

"Yes." Su Fuliu nodded, then ran away covering his face.

Feng Muting shook his head, then sighed helplessly.

Su Fuliu ran to the doctor and said, "My tongue hurts again, is there any medicine left for me?"

"It hurts again? It shouldn't be, the medicine should be very effective, and your tongue should not hurt today." The doctor looked at him suspiciously.

"But I really hurt." Su Fuliu replied.

"Then open your mouth and let me see."

"Ah—" Su Fuliu opened his mouth.

The government doctor took a look inside: "It's okay."

"But I'm in pain. Yesterday's medicine was really good. I swallowed it and it didn't hurt anymore. Can you get me some more?" Su Fuliu said.

"Okay, then I'll get you some more to hold in your mouth and strengthen it."

Su Fuliu nodded: "Thank you!"

With this medicine in his mouth, he can stop talking.

At that time, Feng Muting didn't have to answer any questions he asked.

What a wit he is!

On the way Su Fuliu went back with the medicine in his mouth, someone suddenly patted him on the back.