When the old lady came to pick them up, she found that little Fubao's eyes were red and his nose was sniffling. He looked like a pitiful little rabbit.
It was obvious that I had just cried.
She subconsciously thought that Sang Mizhou had bullied little Fubao. Just as she was about to educate this brat who didn't know how to care for her sister, she saw the man shaking his head at her.
The old lady was stunned, "Didn't he make the baby cry?"
Sang Mizhou: "...?" What am I doing to bully her?
The man shook his head and said no.
Only then did the old woman swallow the words she wanted to preach.
Then why is the baby crying? Are you not happy here? Is it because you are tired? If you had known better, you would have arranged for more people to do more of the work they have to do!
The old grandma wanted to ask, but she was afraid of touching her sadness again, so she had to change the subject: "Baby, you did a good job at work today. Your program team asked grandma to bring you the ingredients for dinner!"
She paused for a moment, squatted down and leaned in front of Xiao Fubao and whispered: "Grandma also secretly stuffed the stuffed cakes that grandma made herself and the dumplings that grandma just made today. I'll ask your brother to cook them for you when you go home in the evening."
, don’t let the director find out.”
A certain director who was sitting in front of the big screen watching the live broadcast with great interest twitched his lips: "..." I have already discovered it.
Xiao Fubao was not as excited as usual, but nodded obediently. Because he had just cried, his voice was sweeter and especially cute: "Thank you, grandma."
"Good boy, come here, let's drive the bullock cart back together." The old lady bent down and held little Fu Bao on the bullock cart.
Along the way, little Fu Bao was distracted. The old woman was afraid that she would accidentally fall off the cart and get hurt, so she asked Sang Mizhou to carry her to the back and sit on it.
Without the chirping little Fu Bao, it was much quieter on the way back.
When they arrived at the village gate, the old lady grabbed Sang Mizhou, who was about to go back with her.
"Male doll, what's wrong with doll?"
Sang Mizhou had a dark look on his face: "...It's okay, she just misses home." Also, can you please stop calling me that.
The old grandma frowned and thought for a while: "My baby is homesick, so why don't you all come to grandma's house for dinner tonight? Grandma's family is so lively, and there are children of the same age as the baby, so maybe you won't feel lonely!"
Hearing this, Sang Mizhou thought about it and decided to respect Xiao Fubao's idea: "Okay, then I will ask her later."
"good."
After returning home, Xiao Fubao went straight into the room.
The photography brother originally wanted to follow him in, but was stopped by Sang Mizhou: "You stay here."
The photography guy didn't force himself, he nodded and didn't go in.
The director's studio also turned its camera to the monitor.
Sang Mizhou walked into the house.
Little Fubao squatted in front of the suitcase, rummaging around for something.
Sang Mizhou let out a long sigh, walked forward and squatted next to her, taking out what she was looking for from the secret compartment of the suitcase: "Are you looking for this?"
When Xiao Fubao saw the photo, he took it with a bang: "Well, thank you brother."
[Actually, I have always wanted to ask, is this Sang Mizhou's biological sister? Why do I feel that the way the two get along seems a bit too polite? 】
[This is not Sang Mizhou’s biological sister. It is said that she is a child of a relative.]
[Yeah, I’ve never heard that Sang Mizhou has a biological sister. Even Sang Mizhou’s true identity is only scattered online, and no one knows the details. 】