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

"If you are so good at talking, then you should answer the question I asked just now." Feng Muting said.

"The question just now?"

"Well, about the celebrity."

As soon as Su Fuliu heard this, his legs, which had finally relaxed, tightened up again.

"This... please forgive me for not knowing."

After finishing speaking, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Feng Muting really made people feel too oppressed.

Especially when he looked at him condescendingly, he was a little out of breath.

I was afraid that I would be eaten.

Feng Muting suddenly took a step forward and said, "Follow me."

Su Fuliu didn't dare not listen, so she had to follow him.

In the end, he found that Feng Muting was not going to the study, but to the room. This...

Finished!

"My lord, my little tongue still hurts a bit. I haven't swallowed the medicine just now, but I spit it out because I talked to them, so I should go to the doctor for more medicine now?" Su Fuliu asked.

Feng Muting ignored him and continued walking forward.

Su Fuliu thought for a while, and then said: "My lord, why don't you go chopping firewood with them?"

Feng Muting still ignored him.

Su Fuliu panicked a little.

Feng Muting didn't say a word, he just took him to the room wholeheartedly, and said that to become a famous person, sacrifices are necessary.

Doesn't this clearly require him to sacrifice his "beauty".

No, no, he is an innocent person.

Even if he never sacrificed his body in Wangyoulou, he couldn't be defeated here.

"My lord, little one..."

"Shut up, how can there be so much nonsense, be quiet!" Feng Muting finally spoke out, and when he spoke, he shouted at Su Fuliu.

Su Fuliu is the worst person to yell, every time Feng Muting yells at him, he becomes stupid.

He quickly covered his mouth, not daring to speak again.

But I was anxious in my heart, seeing Feng Muting's room was in front of me.

In the last few steps, Su Fuliu walked with difficulty.

Originally, Su Fuliu was supposed to go to open the door for Feng Muting, but Feng Muting walked in front, and Su Fuliu dawdled behind and didn't dare to go too fast, thinking about delaying for a while.

So in the end it was Feng Muting who opened the door by himself.

He walked in, but found that it was very quiet behind him. Looking back, he saw Su Fuliu was still outside the door, as if stuck, at the door, with his toes stretching in for a while, then retracting for a while.

Feng Muting frowned, then turned back, looked at Su Fuliu who was standing at the door and dared not come in, then stretched out his hand, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him to the room forcibly.

Su Fuliu yelled, "Don't—"

He hastily stretched out his other hand, and firmly grasped the door, but refused to go in.

Seeing that he couldn't move, Feng Muting looked back and saw him like this, his brows raised even higher: "Get out!"

"No!" Su Fuliu still pinned his hands on the edge of the door, desperately trying to protect his innocence.

"Su Fuliu, why are you crazy?!" Feng Muting shouted again.

Su Fuliu looked like she was about to cry, and shook her head: "The little one won't go in, and the little one doesn't want to be a celebrity at all. My lord, just let the little one go!"

"That can't be done. You just said that you want to be the celebrity next to this king. If that's the case, then this king will give you this opportunity. How many people want this opportunity, but this king won't give it to you. Shouldn't you be thankful to this king?"

Feng Muting looked at him with raised eyebrows.

He was still holding on to the door stubbornly, but he didn't follow in.

Feng Muting didn't understand, what was Su Fuliu afraid of?

Was it because he was so fierce that Su Fuliu dared not come in?

"Thank you, my lord, but I really don't want to be a celebrity, my lord, please let me go, I beg you!" Su Fuliu was about to cry.

"Is this king too fierce? Then take it away and try to be gentle?" Feng Muting said kindly.

Su Fuliu shook her head like a rattle: "No, my lord, the young one is not that kind of person, and the young one will not sacrifice his body just to become a popular person beside the lord!"

Feng Muting was stunned for a moment, and immediately became dissatisfied: "Otherwise, do you think it's so easy to be a celebrity? If you don't work hard, how did you become a celebrity?"

"Isn't it okay if the little one is wrong?"

"No, this king has always kept his promise. Since this king promised to give you this opportunity, he will definitely do it. So why don't you let go and let this king get out?!"

Feng Muting saw that he still didn't let go for a long time, so he went directly to break off his hand holding the door, and then dragged him inside...