Little Fubao didn't feel angry or disappointed because of his words. Instead, he smiled as if he was relieved: "Brother Little Sheep, it's okay!"
Lu Zhaoxi stood up and nodded briefly to Sang Mizhou.
He likes little Fubao very much, so naturally he will not get into trouble with Sang Mizhou.
Although they are from the same company and the competition is fierce, he prefers fair competition and the feeling of using his own strength to defeat his opponents.
Sang Mizhou didn't put on airs and nodded in response.
Lu Zhaoxi stood up and made way for Xiao Fubao. He went to get a bowl next to the cart, cut up the apple in his hand and put it on the bedside table.
"The apple has been cut for you. If you want to eat it, take it yourself. I'll get you some medicine."
"Okay~"
After saying that, Lu Zhaoxi and Sang Mizhou walked out of the ward together.
When I raised my head, I happened to bump into the photographer who was carrying a fruit basket.
Lu Zhaoxi's expression was slightly unkind.
Sang Mizhou put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked lazy, as if he didn't want to adjust the relationship between the two at all.
The photographer stopped in front of them.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said, "I'm here to see him."
Although Lu Zhaoxi knew in his heart that this matter actually had nothing to do with him.
But whenever I think about Lu Zhiyang almost dying under his care, I can't help but feel a little resentful towards him.
But after all, we will meet again in the future, and the relationship should not be too tense.
Lu Zhaoxi stared at him coldly for a moment, then turned aside to make way: "You can go in to Ward 305."
The photographer was stunned for a moment, then recovered and nodded: "Thank you."
Watch his back as he enters.
Sang Mizhou on the side raised his eyebrows and said, "Ha, I thought you wouldn't let him in."
Lu Zhaoxi glanced at him coldly: "You think I am you? I know this matter has nothing to do with him and it is not his fault, but my own brother almost died, so I can't blame him?"
Sang Mizhou spread his hands, shrugged and said nothing.
In the ward, the two little Zaizai saw the photographer coming and greeted him one after another.
"Uncle, you are here!"
Looking at the innocent smiles of the two little cubs, the photographer felt that his heart was being warmed bit by bit.
There seemed to be a kind of magic in them, emitting dazzling light like two small suns, penetrating the fog bit by bit, warming him in the darkness.
"Hmm. How is the little sheep's health?" the photography brother asked as he placed the fruit basket on the bedside.
Lu Zhiyang snorted and raised his head proudly: "My health is so good! I can live to be 100 years old!"
After listening to his words, little Fubao also blinked his innocent big eyes and said the same innocent and cute words: "Then Fubao will also live to be 100 years old!"
The photography brother was so amused by the two little cubs that he couldn't help but chuckle.
He held a fist in front of his mouth with his right hand, his slender red phoenix eyes curved into crescent moons, and the smile between his brows and eyes made him look a little gentler.
He liked the feeling of being together with these two little cubs very much.
"Would you like some fruit? Uncle will help you cut it."
"Fu Bao wants to eat this yellow peach!"
"I want to eat grapes!"
The two cubs quickly reported the fruits they wanted to eat.
"good."
The photography guy smiled and went into the bathroom carrying the fruit they just talked about.
In the bathroom, he could still clearly hear the chirping voices of the two little cubs outside the door, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth unconsciously.