Lu Zhaoxi was so angry that he almost didn't lift it up, and immediately wanted to add another bed next to Lu Zhiyang's hospital bed.
This guy is really annoying!
Lu Zhaoxi turned his head back and kept giving hints to himself in his mind: People and dogs can't care about each other, and people and dogs can't care about each other.
Xiao Fubao didn't feel the smell of gunpowder between the two at all, so he took out one of the bottles of milk in the bag, ran to the bedside and handed it to Lu Zhiyang.
"Brother Little Sheep, this is for you! My brother bought it for us to drink!"
Sang Mizhou's expression suddenly froze.
Sang Mizhou: "..." No, I didn't. I bought this other bottle for you to drink for breakfast tomorrow.
Lu Zhaoxi caught a glimpse of his expression and knew that he must not be so kind. It was obvious that Xiao Fubao had misunderstood, and he felt much more comfortable.
He showed a mocking smile towards Sang Mizhou.
You also have today.
Sang Mizhou: "..." Haha.
Lu Zhiyang took the bottle of milk she handed over and twisted the bottle cap hard.
Then, he looked at Xiao Fubao.
Xiao Fubao looked at the bottle cap with a troubled expression.
Her strength was too weak and she couldn't unscrew the bottle cap at all.
Little Fubao tried a few more times but still couldn't unscrew it, so he poked the photography brother's leg with his little hand and said in a sweet voice: "Uncle, can you help Fubao unscrew the bottle cap? Fubao is too weak.
!Can’t unscrew the bottle cap.”
The photographer nodded.
As soon as he took the milk bottle from her hand, an opened bottle of milk was handed to Xiao Fubao.
"You drink this."
Lu Zhiyang held up the milk and awkwardly looked away.
When the photographer saw this, he deliberately slowed down his movements and glanced at Lu Zhiyang with a half-smile.
What a weird little guy.
Little Fu Bao blinked and stared at the milk in his hand for a while, then asked inexplicably: "Brother Little Sheep, aren't you going to drink it?"
Lu Zhiyang shook his hands and said with a stammer in his voice: "You...you drink first."
"May I?"
Lu Zhiyang nodded vigorously, and his ears turned red inexplicably.
Lu Zhaoxi stood nearby and saw clearly.
If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want Sang Mizhou to laugh, he would have looked very calm on his face.
In fact, his jaw dropped in shock at this scene.
Lu Zhiyang is famous for protecting food, not only food but also all kinds of things that belong to him.
This was the first time he had seen him give away his things.
Little Fubao reached out and took the milk from his hand.
Smiled: "Thank you, Brother Little Sheep!"
After Lu Zhiyang heard this, he retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted, buried his head in the quilt and remained silent.
Lu Zhaoxi: "..." Oh, I know how to treat you in the future.
Little Fu Bao raised his head and took a big sip of milk, his face full of happiness.
“It tastes great!”
There was still a little milky white milk on her little mouth.
The photography guy smiled and unscrewed the cap of the milk bottle and handed it to Lu Zhiyang.
"for you."
When Lu Zhiyang heard the sound, he slowly stretched his head out. He saw little Fubao's happy face, paused and asked, "Do you like drinking milk?"
Little Fu Bao nodded vigorously: "Yes, Fu Bao likes milk, but the milk my brother bought is the best that Fu Bao has ever tasted!"
Lu Zhiyang: "..." Tsk, what's the big deal? When I get out of the hospital, I'll buy a box of milk and give it to her.
Lu Zhaoxi: "..." I bought it for you, little baby.
Sang Mizhou: "..." Hey, there's nothing you can do about it. Just go ahead and be envious.