Lucky Cub Cub and his brother are in the control group

The angry Lu Zhaoxi almost didn't bring it up, and was about to add another bed next to Lu Zhiyang's bed.

This guy is really annoying!

Lu Zhaoxi turned his head back, and kept hinting to himself in his heart: People and dogs can't argue, and people and dogs can't argue.

Xiao Fubao didn't feel the smell of gunpowder between the two at all, took out one of the bottles of milk in the bag, ran to the side of the hospital bed and handed it to Lu Zhiyang.

"Brother Little Sheep, this is for you! My brother bought it for us to drink!"

Sang Wanzhou's expression froze immediately.

Sang Wanzhou: "..." No, I don't have it, this other bottle is for you to drink for breakfast tomorrow.

Seeing his expression, Lu Zhaoxi knew that he must not be so kind. It was obvious that Xiao Fubao had misunderstood it, and he felt much more at ease.

He showed a mocking smile towards Sang Wanzhou.

You have today too.

Sang Wanzhou: "..." Hehe.

Lu Zhiyang took the bottle of milk she handed over, twisted it hard, and the bottle cap was unscrewed.

Then, he looked at Xiao Fubao.

Xiao Fubao looked at the bottle cap in distress.

Her strength was so weak that she couldn't unscrew the bottle cap at all.

Little Fubao tried several times and still couldn't unscrew it, so he poked the camera brother's leg with his little hand, and said in a childish voice: "Uncle, can you unscrew the bottle cap for Fubao? Fubao is too weak ! Can’t unscrew the bottle cap.”

The photographer nodded.

As soon as she took the milk bottle in her hand, an opened bottle of milk was handed to Xiao Fubao.

"You drink this."

Holding the milk, Lu Zhiyang looked away awkwardly.

Seeing this, the photographer slowed down on purpose, and glanced at Lu Zhiyang with a half-smile.

What a weird little guy.

Little Fubao blinked and stared at the milk in his hand for a while, then asked inexplicably, "Brother Little Sheep, don't you want to drink it?"

Lu Zhiyang shook his hand, his voice stammered a little: "You...you drink first."

"is it okay?"

Lu Zhiyang nodded vigorously, and the roots of his ears turned red for no reason.

Standing by the side, Lu Zhaoxi could see clearly.

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want Sang Wanzhou to laugh at him, he would have been calm on the surface.

In fact, his jaw dropped in shock at this scene.

Lu Zhiyang is famous for protecting food, not only protecting food but also protecting all kinds of things that belong to him.

This was the first time he had seen him give up his things.

Little Fubao reached out to take the milk in his hand.

Smiled: "Thank you, Brother Little Sheep!"

After hearing this, Lu Zhiyang withdrew his hand like an electric shock, buried his head in the quilt and remained silent.

Lu Zhaoxi: "..." Oh, I know how to treat you in the future.

Little Fubao raised his head and took a big gulp of milk, his face full of happiness.

"Drink well!"

There was still a little milky white milk on her small mouth.

The photographer brother smiled and unscrewed the cap of the milk bottle and handed it to Lu Zhiyang.

"Give you."

Hearing the voice, Lu Zhiyang slowly stretched out his head, saw Xiao Fubao's happy appearance, paused, and asked, "Do you like milk very much?"

Little Fubao nodded vigorously: "Yes, Fubao likes to drink milk, but the milk my brother bought is the best that Fubao has ever tasted!"

Lu Zhiyang: "..." Tch, what's the big deal, I'll buy a carton of milk for her when I get out of the hospital.

Lu Zhaoxi: "..." I bought it for you, baby.

Sang Wanzhou: "..." Hey, there is no way.Just be envious and jealous.