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

Su Fuliu looked at Feng Muting: "Why is Tinglang looking at me so surprised?"

Feng Muting shook his head: "I just feel that it's a bit like a dream that my A Liu is so active and enthusiastic..."

Su Fuliu laughed: "Does Tinglang like this? If he doesn't like it, then I won't be like this."

"I like it, I like it." Feng Muting hurriedly replied, he always dreamed that his A Liu would be more active and enthusiastic, now is this dream come true?

From now on, he no longer has to envy Lu Chimo for having a super active Bai Yulang.

"Okay, Ting Lang, shall we go for a walk in the garden?" Su Fuliu stood up as he said, and reached out to hold Feng Mu Ting's hand.

"Okay." Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu who was holding him, and couldn't help laughing.

When the two came to the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the garden, Su Fuliu said to Feng Muting: "Ting Lang, may I sing that song of water sleeves for you again?"

"Okay." Feng Muting nodded, then stood there, staring at Su Fuliu intently.

The moving singing is intoxicating.

The surface of the lake is sparkling and shining with dazzling light.

The sounds of nature fascinated the servants who passed by, and they all stopped in their tracks, intoxicated by it.

They looked towards the Huxin Pavilion, and saw Su Fuliu, a fairy who seemed to have fallen into the mortal world, singing a moving ballad.

How lucky they are to hear such beautiful singing.

Feng Muting, who was also mesmerized, looked at Su Fuliu, who was clean and otherworldly, wishing to offer him the best in the world.

Su Fuliu also looked at Feng Muting, his eyes were full of love.

He walked towards Feng Muting slowly, stretched out his arms to hug him, and sang the last line in his arms.

"Tinglang, does it sound good?"

"As long as it is sung by you, it will be the best in the world." Feng Muting replied.

"Tinglang, I love you."

Feng Muting was startled, he lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms, what happened today, he was caught off guard by the happiness that came.

He feels that he is now like a person wrapped in happiness, so happy that it is indescribable.

Su Fuliu raised her head and looked at him: "Didn't Ting Lang say he loves me?"

"Love, love, Ah Liu, I love you too. You are the treasure God gave me. I will take extra care of you and hold you in my hands for the rest of my life." Feng Muting also looked back at him affectionately.

Su Fuliu laughed, the corners of his mouth and eyebrows were curved into beautiful arcs, he tapped his toes lightly, and sent a kiss.

This time, Feng Muting was only briefly surprised, and then responded immediately.

Those servants who were fascinated by the singing, seeing this scene, lowered their heads consciously and left immediately, doing what they should do.

"Ting Lang is too bad, too scheming." Su Fuliu said suddenly.

Feng Muting was stunned for a moment: "Why do you suddenly say that about me?"

"Hmph, I have to stand on tiptoe to kiss you. Then when I bumped into you in Wangyoulou, how could I put cheek to cheek and mouth to mouth?" Su Fuliu questioned.

Hearing this, Feng Muting raised his hand to touch his nose, and couldn't help coughing dryly.

Su Fuliu said again: "I remember, when I kissed accidentally at that time, Ting Lang still refused to let go! If it was an accident, it must have been kissed and then let go immediately. It can be seen that Ting Lang must have ulterior motives at that time." Seriously, hum!"

Feng Muting smiled: "How long ago did this happen, why did Ah Liu bring up old accounts?"

"What's the matter with turning over the old score? If Ting Lang didn't do anything wrong, what are you afraid I'll turn over the old score?" Su Fuliu asked back.

Feng Muting choked: "Well, let's not talk about this, the kiss just now wasn't enough, let's continue?"