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

"Okay, okay, then don't separate, I'll just hang my A Liu on my body." After saying that, Feng Muting leaned over and hugged Su Fuliu again.

"You don't need to hug Tinglang anymore, I'll just walk by myself, it's tiring to hug Tinglang all the time."

Su Fuliu wanted to come down, but was stopped by Feng Muting: "Why are you so tired, your Tinglang's physical strength is good, isn't it enough for Ah Liu to see how powerful your Tinglang is?"

"..." Su Fuliu was immediately speechless, and could only lower his head in shame and anger, and leaned against his arms.

When he arrived at the study, Feng Muting sat down, but didn't let Su Fuliu down, but let Su Fuliu sit in his arms, he flipped through the books on the table, and Su Fuliu followed suit.

When encountering something he didn't understand, Su Fuliu would ask, and Feng Muting would answer carefully.

Half an hour later, Su Fuliu heard Feng Muting yawned, and couldn't help feeling distressed. He knew that Feng Muting was very tired, but he still had to be busy with these things, and he would go to the palace later to continue his work, and Also take care of him.

People are not made of iron, no matter how powerful they are, they still need to eat and sleep.

"Tinglang, I want to rest." Su Fuliu said suddenly.

"Huh? Are you tired? Then I'll take you back to your room to rest?" Feng Muting stood up with Su Fuliu in his arms.

"No, there isn't a soft couch over there, I just go over there to rest for a while." Su Fuliu pointed.

"A soft couch is not as comfortable as a bed."

"That's right, Tinglang will take me back to my room to rest."

Afterwards, Feng Muting sent Su Fuliu back to the room. When he put Su Fuliu on the bed, Su Fuliu hooked his neck and refused to let go.

"Isn't Ah Liu going to rest?"

"Well, I want to rest, but I want Ting Lang to rest with me."

"Aliu, rest first, wait for me to deal with the booklets in the study, later..."

"I don't, Ting Lang doesn't have time later, Ting Lang will enter the palace later, I want Ting Lang to accompany me to rest now, if Ting Lang doesn't accompany me, I will be angry."

Su Fuliu let go of her hand, snorted, then angrily pulled the quilt over and got under the quilt.

"Ah Liu..." Feng Muting smiled, and poked Su Fuliu who was hidden under the quilt.

"Hmph, Tinglang, let's go, I don't want Tinglang to accompany me, just let me get angry here, so angry, just blow it up."

Feng Muting shook his head helplessly, he sighed softly, then got into the quilt, and hugged Su Fuliu in the quilt: "Okay, okay, my treasure is not angry anymore, your Tinglang is now Come to sleep with you."

Only then did Su Fuliu laugh, and stretched out his hands to pull off the quilt, revealing their heads: "Now let's close our eyes and see who will fall asleep first."

"Okay." Feng Muting replied, and then closed his eyes.

He hugged Su Fuliu, and Su Fuliu also hugged him, his heart was full of happiness, and he was indeed a little tired, so he fell asleep very quickly.

After a while, Su Fuliu saw that Feng Muting's breathing was even, apparently in a deep sleep, and then opened his eyes.

He withdrew from Feng Muting's arms very gently, and then carefully got off the bed.

After covering Feng Muting with the quilt, he left the room and went to the study.

When Feng Muting woke up, he found that the person in his arms was gone, and his heart skipped a beat: "Ah Liu!"

At this time, Su Fuliu was carefully helping Feng Muting to review the papers. He had already asked Feng Muting about those questions that he didn't know, so it was very easy to deal with them now.

When Feng Muting found him, he had already dealt with all the notebooks piled up on the table.

"Stupid A Liu, you actually tricked me into taking a rest, you've worked hard here!" Feng Muting said as soon as he came in.

Su Fuliu replied with a smile on her face: "I tricked Tinglang into taking a rest. I am clever Aliu, and you are stupid Tinglang."