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

Su Fuliu was blinking her big eyes, sitting on the bed blankly.

Feng Muting was stunned, and immediately let go of the head of the courtyard, to be precise, like throwing trash, he flung it casually, and then ran over.

The head of the courtyard fell to the ground, he didn't dare to say aloud, he was afraid that Feng Muting would kick him when he turned around.

He pursed his lips and sat there silently, rubbing his buttocks.

Feng Muting ran to the side of the bed and sat down, then grabbed Su Fuliu's shoulder, with a happy face: "Su Fuliu, you're awake!"

Su Fuliu looked at him, blinked in a sly way, and then asked, "Who are you?"

Feng Muting choked, then frowned fiercely, then got up, ready to go over and grab the head of the courtyard.

But just when he got up to leave, he heard Su Fuliu laughing.

He was taken aback for another moment, then looked at Su Fuliu: "Are you kidding me?!"

When Su Fuliu saw Feng Muting's cannibalistic expression, he couldn't laugh anymore.

He immediately pursed his mouth and said, "Small... I just saw the prince so nervous, so I wanted to make a joke with him, to make him happy..."

"Do you think I will be happy if you play tricks on me like this?!" Feng Muting said coldly.

Su Fuliu was stunned, finished the joke, the joke was wrong, originally intended to make the prince laugh, but it turned out to make the prince angry?

"My lord... I'm really just afraid that my lord will be worried, so I made a joke with my lord to relieve my lord's mood..."

Feng Muting stood there with a look of anger.

He was really angry.

When he heard Su Fuliu's words "Who are you", his heart sank suddenly, he couldn't describe the feeling, it was terrible anyway.

In the end, it was a joke played by Su Fuliu.

Although it was just a joke, Su Fuliu was fine, he felt at ease, but the feeling just now made him feel so uncomfortable that he couldn't forgive Su Fuliu's joke!

Anger rolled in his chest, he scolded: "You!"

But as soon as he said a word, Su Fuliu's neck shrank in fright, and he looked like a frightened little rabbit. He thought of what Su Fuliu said before that he was too fierce, and immediately turned off the fire.

Su Fuliu looked at Feng Moting aggrievedly: "The little one really just wants to make the prince happy..."

Feng Muting opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word to scold him for a long time, then he turned around and looked at the head of the courtyard who was still sitting there, and scolded: "This king asked you to come here, it's for you Come sit on the ground and play!"

The head of the hospital trembled and wanted to cry.

He sat there motionless and didn't say a word, but he was still scolded.

"Not yet, do you want me to come over and invite you to come over?!" Feng Muting roared again.

The frightened head of the hospital crawled over.

"Show him and see if he has passed the dangerous period." Feng Muting said.

"Yes..." The head of the hospital's voice was trembling.

Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu who was still sitting there in a daze, and said again: "Stretch out your hand!"

Su Fuliu was shocked, and immediately stretched out his hand.

The head of the hospital stretched out his hand to feel his pulse tremblingly.

Feng Muting on the side looked at it, and said displeasedly: "If your hands are shaking like this, what kind of pulse can you feel? If you tremble any more, you won't need your hands!"

The head of the hospital immediately grabbed the trembling hand with his other hand to keep it from shaking.

After a long time, Feng Muting asked, "How?"

"He's fine, but his head is injured, and he needs to be cared for during this time." The head of the hospital replied after swallowing his saliva.

"Okay, I know, let's go." Feng Muting said.

The head of the hospital never thought that one day, he would find the word "roll" so kind.

As if he had received an amnesty, he wished he could really roll away like a ball.

Su Fuliu looked at the back of the head of the courtyard who was running away in a hurry, and couldn't help feeling sad for him.

Feng Muting looked at him and said...

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The author says:

Yes, that's right, I'm stuck here again, let me cry first!