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

Xiao Shixun carried Su Fuliu to his bedroom, it was also very warm here, but not as warm as the Nuan Pavilion, even the ground is warm.

He put Su Fuliu down, and Su Fuliu immediately took off the white gauze in front of him and turned around.

"Is this where my brother lives?" Su Fuliu looked around curiously, looking at this and that.

"Well, do you like it here?" Xiao Shixun asked back.

"I like it." After Su Fuliu finished speaking, he couldn't help coughing twice, he came to the desk and looked at the brochures, "I don't know why, but when I see these brochures, I feel so familiar."

"Of course you will feel a sense of intimacy." Xiao Shixun walked over.

But as soon as he walked to the desk, Su Fuliu ran to the bed and sat down again. He raised his hand and patted the mattress: "Brother's bed is big and soft, it must be very comfortable to sleep in here."

"Then why don't you sleep here tonight?" Xiao Shixun asked with a smile.

"Okay." Su Fuliu readily agreed.

Xiao Shixun looked at Su Fuliu with an excited face, his eyes flashed, and he started to test, and then walked towards him again: "Jing'er should stop calling me brother, call me Ting Lang?"

Su Fuliu was slightly taken aback, then stared at him blankly, very puzzled: "Why? Why don't you call me brother, but lover? Is this relationship not messed up?"

Xiao Shixun couldn't help being taken aback, he didn't expect Su Fuliu to say that, and actually heard "Ting Lang" as "Love Lang".

However, this also proves that Su Fuliu really forgot.

He smiled and replied, "Brother was joking with you."

Su Fuliu snorted: "Brother can't make such a joke, but brother, what's my name? Just now I asked those three old men who I am, but they just refused to tell."

"Your name is Xiao Shijing, and your brother's name is Xiao Shixun. This is the imperial palace, and your brother is the emperor. Your favorite is your brother. You have to cling to your brother every day."

Xiao Shixun went to the bed and sat beside Su Fuliu. He grabbed Su Fuliu's leg and put it on his own, then reached out to touch his cold feet.

Su Fuliu suddenly laughed, and drew back her feet: "Haha, it's so itchy."

However, Xiao Shixun grabbed his right ankle again, touched the jade bell on the ankle, and said: "This thing is still too annoying, should you take it?"

"No, the bell is ringing, how nice it sounds." Su Fuliu replied.

"Is it not just because it sounds good?" Xiao Shixun looked directly at him.

"Yes, brother, listen, what a beautiful voice!" Su Fuliu said innocently, and shook his feet, and the jade bell immediately made a pleasant sound.

"If you like it, brother will find you a better-sounding bell to wear. We don't want this." After finishing speaking, Xiao Shixun was about to reach out to pull the string of jade bells.

"Don't!" Su Fuliu hurriedly reached out and pressed his hand.

"No?" Xiao Shixun's eyes darkened.

"No! I like this jade bell very much, brother, don't tear it off." Su Fuliu looked at Xiao Shixun aggrievedly, as if about to cry.

"Just like it?" Xiao Shixun stared at Su Fuliu, as if trying to see through him.

"Well, brother, please, don't tear it off, okay?" Su Fuliu pulled Xiao Shixun's sleeve and shook it.

Xiao Shixun wanted to see something strange in his eyes, but he didn't see anything strange.

The two trials didn't reveal any problems, and Xiao Shixun finally believed that Su Fuliu had really lost his memory, so he laughed: "Okay, since Jing'er likes it so much, then brother won't tear it up."

"Brother is so kind." Su Fuliu also laughed, and then hugged Xiao Shixun.

At the moment Xiao Shixun couldn't see, his eyes became complicated.

The palm was full of scars from nails.