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

The next day, Xiao Shixun came.

As soon as he came, he saw Su Fuliu who had woken up on the bed. He was overjoyed and walked over quickly, sat on the side of the bed, and then stretched out his hand to hold Su Fuliu's hand: "Jing'er, what are you doing?" woke up."

Su Fuliu frowned slightly, pulled his hand out of his, and said, "Sorry, I didn't die, I let you down."

"Jing'er..." Xiao Shixun also frowned, "Do you want to talk to me like this?"

"Otherwise, how do you think I should talk to you?" Su Fuliu didn't even look at Xiao Shixun. Whenever he saw him, he would think of those painful things, but he still had to be trapped by his side.

However, he must hold his breath, as long as he finds a way to rescue Feng Muting, they escape here again, without the poison, he doesn't have to be afraid of being threatened by Xiao Shixun.

But now, the most difficult thing is how to rescue Feng Muting.

"Jing'er, I know you complain about me, you can beat me, you can scold me, but don't ignore me, you, can you see me?" Xiao Shixun's words were humble, not like an emperor, at this moment he just wanted to Let the person who cares most in your heart look at him.

While Lu Chimo and others, who had been kicked out a long time ago, were guarding outside the hall, Wen Hongye glanced at the closed hall door with some worry, and whispered, "Mr. Su will be alright?"

"It will be fine, Mr. Su is just right, Xiao Shixun is still full of self-blame, as long as Mr. Su doesn't provoke him, he must be humble and beg for forgiveness right now, how dare he do anything to Mr. Su." Lu Chimo comforted .

"Then... what you told Mr. Su before, can Mr. Su do it?" Wen Hongye asked again.

"For his Tinglang, he will definitely do it." Lu Chimo also looked at the closed palace door and replied quietly.

Wen Hongye nodded, silently encouraging and praying for Su Fuliu.

In the hall, Xiao Shixun was still humbly begging Su Fuliu to take a look at him: "Jing'er, don't do this, look at me, hit me, scold me, but don't ignore me..."

Only then did Su Fuliu slowly look at Xiao Shixun, his eyes were full of indifference.

"Xiao Shixun, what exactly do you want me to do before you let me go?"

"Let go? No, it's impossible, Jing'er, you can't leave me in this life, I don't need anything, as long as you stay by my side, this is your position, I don't need it, I just want you." Xiao Shixun held his hand again and said.

Su Fuliu sneered, his eyes became more bleak: "Xiao Shixun..."

Xiao Shixun looked at him blankly.

"Do you think it's possible?" Su Fuliu's eyes gradually turned red, his eyes blurred, "I didn't want to at the beginning, but you forced me to cut off all my happiness. Is that how you love someone? Your hobbies are terrible, I’m sorry, don’t you think it’s ridiculous for you to tell me these things now, my father, queen mother, sister Huang and Shijin, can you let them come back?”

"Jing'er..."

"Do you know how Ting Lang loves me? He is like a ray of light, illuminating my dark world. I didn't want to at first, but he slowly melted me with his love, let me I feel that I can still be the happiest person in the world, unlike you, you just want to drag me to hell to accompany you to experience the pain, ask yourself, do you really love me? You are love You yourself, just want to find someone to accompany you?"

Hearing Su Fuliu's words, Xiao Shixun's brows were gradually furrowed, and he silently looked at Su Fuliu whose eyes were stained with happiness when he mentioned Feng Muting.