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Kapitel 232

You won't starve if you skip a meal!

I stared at him, completely speechless—Boss, I haven't eaten yet!

"What are you looking at! You're so pathetic!"

I blinked—Damn it, you've got guts! If you're so capable, then never eat it again!

Chou Qian picked up the food in Zi Mo's hand and said calmly, "I'll do it."

"Sikong, if you dare take another step forward! I'll never forgive you!"

Sikong didn't even look at him. He picked up a small steamed bun, flicked it lightly, and it landed right on my mouth. Hehe—so accurate—fun, a high-level acrobatic feat.

I popped one into my mouth, it was wonderful! Finally I can eat, finally I can see the sun again, finally I'm so happy I could die, hehe--a smug smile.

I chewed the delicious food in my mouth with gusto, letting the taste of happiness slowly digest.

But in the midst of the good atmosphere, that tactless fellow never let me have an easy time. The big shot snatched the basket from Chou Qian's hand and roared, "I can do that too!"

He picked one up, casually flicked it at my face, and said smugly to Sikong, "See? What you can do, I can do too."

It's burning—it's gotten right in my eye! Waaaaah! I don't want to spend my life with an idiot!

Chou Qian's anger flared slightly: "What do you want to do?"

I can't stand you!

"We have to fight." Chou Qian asked calmly, as if to say: It's a sunny day today.

Wu Hui couldn't stand Chou Qian's arrogant and condescending attitude. When his stubborn temper flared up, he threw the basket on the ground and bellowed loudly, "Let's go! Let's go outside and fight!"

“Let’s go.” Chou Qian stepped forward fearlessly.

I looked at the food that had fallen on the ground, savoring the delicious taste in my mouth, and felt a pang of resentment as I wanted to eat it. I pouted—ready to cry—

Zi Mo rushed over, ignoring the GP's agreement, and asked, "What happened on Eleven?"

"Waaaaah—waaaaah—!" Squeezing out pitiful tears and sniffling cutely, I've been bullied! I have no food! I'm the most pitiful one! I've become a child no one cares about!

"Waaaaah--waaaah--"

The transvestite and Qianqing crowded around, asking, "Why are you crying?"

"Eleventh boy, your fourth brother is here."

"Ziyi, why are you crying? A man doesn't easily shed tears."

I cried even louder, "Waaah! -- Waaah! -- Waaah! --" My steamed bun.

Zi Mo looked anxiously at Qian Qing, whose head was hanging low and face full of worry. Qian Qing looked at me, opened her mouth, then lowered it again. She looked at me again, opened her mouth again, and then lowered it again.

He kept lowering his head, and I kept crying as I watched him. Then, after holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "Ziyi, don't cry."

I'm speechless!

The transvestite and Zi Mo were both covered in cold sweat. "Eleven, does your wound hurt? Let Fourth Brother take a look."

"Ziyi, are you feeling unwell? I'll go get the doctor."

"Ziyi, don't cry."

"Waaah! -- Waaah! --" I cried, and the more you tried to comfort me, the more I cried. "Waaah! -- Waaah! --"

Zi Mo was sweating profusely with anxiety: "Your Majesty, why is Eleven crying louder and louder?"

Qianqing patted my head, her eyebrows curving into ninety-nine curves: "I don't know."

"Is he hungry?" The transvestite looked at the two of them, who nodded in unison and asked, "What does Eleven want to eat?"

"Ziyi, what would you like to eat?"

I sniffled, trying to stop my sobbing, and said with red eyes, "I want to..."

"What are you thinking about?" Six eyes stared intently at me—completely focused.

I bit my nails, and Zi Mo brushed my hand away: "It's unhygienic."

Qianqing picked up a silk handkerchief from the bedside and wiped away my tears.

The ladyboy helped me sit up by placing a pillow under my arm.

"I think..." I began, and the three of them stopped what they were doing and turned their attention back to me: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'll grant you whatever you want." I want to be the Empress Dowager.

"What are you thinking about? Fourth Brother will find a way to help you." I want you to divorce Lu Susu and Gao Zhenxin.

"What are you thinking? I'll buy it for you." I want all of your family's assets.

The three of them said in unison, "What exactly are you thinking?"

Why be so fierce! I shrank back, lowered my head, and bit my nails in the corner with red, rabbit-like eyes.

"good."

"Eleven, be good."

"Ziyi, don't cry."