Yu Hang has already dealt with the knife. Meng immediately cleaned up Lao Qian's wound in the past year. Then he took out two small bags and sprinkled a small bag of powder on the wound. Then he said to Yuhang, "do you still have bandages?"

"No, in the car outside, there is no carry on."

Meng looked at Pan Yangyang in the past, "scarf."

"Ah?" Pan Yangyang is at a loss.

"Bring your scarf."

With that, he had pressed the rags that he had torn off to absorb water on his wound. But now it still needs dressing.

Pan Yangyang said subconsciously, "I bought this scarf from the Guodu store for 30 yuan --"

before she finished her words, she saw Yuhang and Meng staring at themselves coldly in the past.

Pan Yangyang reacted, took a look at Lao Qian, bit his teeth, took down the scarf and handed it over.

Meng ignored her in the past years, quickly bandaged Lao Qian, poured another package of medicine for him, and then took out the small bottle of water.

This is the spirit spring water with some medicine, but it doesn't look like a potion at all. It looks like clear water anyway.

Pan Yangyang's eyes brightened.

"Brother Meng, you still have a bottle of water?"

She's really dying of thirst, OK?

Such a bottle of water must look like a cup. Each of them can divide at least two or three.

There are no requirements for this place. Of course, we should share the drinks together. It is better for Meng Xinian to finish drinking first and then turn to her --

No, she is the only woman here, so she should be allowed to drink first, and then it is Meng Xinian's turn.

Is it true that she and Meng drank the same glass of water in the past?

As for Yuhang, they were not in her consideration. Anyway, they drank after Meng had finished drinking.

Pan Yangyang stares at the small bottle of water, waiting for Meng to pass it to her in the past.

But Meng not only did not answer her, also did not hand over the water, but gave the old money a big gulp down.

Old money will also subconsciously swallow.

I watched him drink more than half of that bottle of water!

"Brother Meng!" Pan Yangyang's voice was a little sharp for a moment. No, the water can't be divided like this!

"Old money is hurt and has a fever." Meng explained in the past year.

"Is that enough? And so many of us. " Pan Yangyang is in a hurry.

Yu Hang took a look at Pan Yangyang.

Before that, he always thought pan Yangyang was very good. He was magnanimous, generous and frank. He also had courage, no affectation and some skills.

But now he was in such a dilemma and desperate situation that he suddenly felt that Pan Yangyang had subverted his impression.

Do people expose selfishness at such times?

Meng didn't find it strange in the past years. Maybe he had no expectations for Pan Yangyang. And they don't know the severity of the old money.

If it wasn't for Jiang Xiao, he wouldn't know. If you don't know that old money is about to belch, he may also divide such a bottle horizontally, and he won't let him drink more than half of it by himself.

"You don't get more thirsty if you don't shout a little less." He said this to pan Yangyang without looking back.

Then he gave the remaining half of the bottle of water to Laomi, and half of the rest was handed to Yuhang. "Let's divide it up."

"Didn't I drink all their saliva?" Pan Yangyang is about to collapse. Why is she the last one?

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