Wang Lan finished eating her own food. She had been hungry for too long and she still didn't feel full even after eating.
She was very scared. Wang Lan did not dare to look down at her legs. The sole of one of her feet was missing. The wound was tightly bandaged and covered with black blood. She could feel the pain when she moved.
The two men ate leisurely, but the girl next to them ate even more slowly. Wang Lan kept swallowing her saliva while looking at Nan Qing's milk.
She kept eating chicken rolls, taking small bites, and didn't take a sip of milk at all.
Er Er in the blue space was sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed. It looked at the picture on the light screen: "This is a test of human nature."
Nan Qing was still eating chicken rolls. Wang Lan hesitated for a while and then slowly stretched out her hand to get the glass of milk.
"That's my milk."
Nan Qing suddenly spoke up, and the voice was quite loud. Zhao Bo and Ling Xu at the dining table both raised their heads and looked at them across from them.
Wang Lan felt that she could neither take nor put the milk in her hand. Her expression was pitiful: "You don't drink it anyway, so just give it to me if you don't want it. I'm really hungry. I was seriously injured and haven't eaten for several days."
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Who said she didn't drink?
Nan Qing glanced at the pitiful pleading look on her face and said, "It's none of my business if you're injured or hungry. I'm hungry too."
"Why don't you have any sympathy? Your hands and feet are sound and uninjured. Look at how serious my injuries are. It's okay if you eat less. I can't do it. I haven't eaten for several days. It's just a glass of milk. You can
Leave it to me." Wang Lan's voice became louder, she cried and accused.
Zhao Bo's face turned cold. He finished the last bite of the chicken roll in his hand and said, "This is her milk."
Wang Lan: "She doesn't drink it, so it wouldn't be a waste to leave it alone."
"Who said I don't drink? I'm used to drinking milk after eating." Nan Qing looked at her hand holding the cup: "Let go and move the milk back."
Wang Lan found that the three of them were looking at her with a condemning look. She was very upset. Did she do something wrong? She was a patient and injured. Shouldn't they take care of her? There was no sympathy at all.
As soon as she gritted her teeth, Wang Lan picked up the milk and drank it in big gulps.
"Gurgling, coughing, coughing..."
Wang Lan drank so quickly that she choked, and milk froth spurted out when she coughed.
Nan Qing silently took back the hand that was close to her a little.
And Lingxu was already looking at Wang Lan who was grabbing the milk with a dead look in his eyes.
The butler, who was standing by the dining table without saying a word, glanced at the situation on the dining table, and then he turned and entered the kitchen.
"Ahem..." Wang Lan finally managed to calm down her cough, but her whole face turned red.
Nan Qing looked at the empty cup pretending to be sad: "How can this person steal other people's milk!"
"What I drink is mine. If you don't give it to me when I ask you to give it to me, whoever drinks it now is the one who can do it." Wang Lan choked and her throat hurt, but she was very satisfied after grabbing the glass of milk.
At the same time, she also understood a truth. If she wants to survive, she must consider herself in everything!
Suddenly, a slender hand stretched out, and Steku brought a full glass of milk and placed it in front of Nan Qing: "Guest, please use it slowly."
Wang Lan looked at the full glass of milk, and she suddenly felt that the housekeeper was not so scary: "Is there anything else to eat? Can I order more food?"