Sang Mizhou glanced at her angrily, raised his head and drank the remaining water in the bottle.
Under the sun, the sweat slid down bit by bit, gradually sliding up and down the Adam's apple that rolled up and down rhythmically. It was so sexy that people couldn't take their eyes away.
The photographer was very knowledgeable and moved the camera slowly behind him.
The audience in the live broadcast room was just about to complain when they saw that the back of his shirt was completely soaked with sweat and a large area was wet, while his face remained expressionless.
The topic of the barrage changed instantly.
[Oh my god, his back is completely wet, but how can I look at his expression as if nothing is wrong? It’s too unbearable! If it were me, I would be dead!]
[Isn’t this natural? He was picking pig food alone under the bright sun just now. What I saw alone was a total of more than 20 barrels. He has been back and forth so many times, but he has never done anything like this.
Young Master’s hands should have been numb a long time ago. Didn’t you see that they were shaking slightly when he drank water just now?】
[On the other hand, looking at other companies, tsk tsk, the work is simply too easy and enjoyable. 】
Little Fubao also noticed Sang Mizhou's trembling hands, and put the mineral water bottle in his hand on the ground.
Under Sang Mizhou's doubtful gaze, he took one of his hands, squeezed his arm gently, and said, "Brother, thank you for your hard work! Fu Bao will give you a hand!"
Sang Mizhou: "..."
A pair of magnificent eyes slowly revealed a trace of tenderness, his temperament suddenly softened, and the heart that had been frozen by him five years ago was also slowly melting.
Little Fu Bao was like the scorching sun, shining directly into his heart.
It turns out that this is how it feels to have a younger sister.
If she were still alive, would she be as cute, cute and sensible as her?
No, she doesn't need to be sensible, she just needs to be happy and grow up peacefully.
After squeezing for a while, Sang Mizhou gently pulled his hand away and said calmly: "Okay, it's not sore anymore, thank you."
Xiao Fu Bao: "!!"
Xiao Fubao held her little face in her hands, her round eyes widened, her little face flushed, as if she was very excited to be thanked by him.
Sang Wanzhou laughed.
What's so exciting about this?
[Hahahaha, our little baby is so cute when he is so shy and covers his face when being praised!]
[When she holds up the meat on her face, it really looks like a cute breast dumpling~think rua~]
[I came from the live broadcast room next door. This is the truly harmonious model of parent-child interaction! What the hell are all the others? 】
The number of people in Sang Wanzhou's live broadcast room has skyrocketed, exceeding one million at this moment.
Zhou Dong's phone calls have been buzzing with endorsements and various variety shows, all from directors and advertisers who rejected Zhou Dong's request in the first place, not to mention how happy he is now.
How low his posture was before, but now he felt so happy.
"Oh, isn't this Director Li? What gust of wind has brought you here? Oh~ You want our Sang brother to appear in a variety show. Yes, I will check the time. After all, you also know that our Sang brother is a top-notch person. There are several
Family endorsements and variety shows are all looking for him, so that’s it, I have another endorsement call coming in.”
"Oh, Mr. Shang, hello, do you have anything to do with me? I want to ask Brother Sang to speak for me, but Brother Sang may not have time. After all, you know now that my phone is almost full of calls, right?
A 'lightweight' brand is willing to hire Sang Ge for twice the price. I'm about to call Sang Ge to discuss something. Are you willing to pay three times the price? Hahaha, Mr. Shang is indeed a cheerful person, but I still want to talk to him.