[Pfft, hahahaha! Although I had expected it, I still want to laugh! This hand is too dark! 】
[Sure enough, Sang Mizhou’s bad luck will never disappoint my expectations, hahahaha!]
[No, look at Xiao Fubao’s expression, it’s so funny, hahahaha!]
Little Fubao looked like he couldn't believe his eyes and was puzzled.
Why are my brother’s hands so dark?!
How many masters and little Fubao must make peace charms to transfer this luck?
Xiao Fubao secretly made up his mind.
When I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely make a peace blessing and give it to my brother!
Even the staff couldn't help but look at him twice.
Can anyone really be born with such bad luck?
Is he the only one?
I had just made a cup of coffee in the office of a certain criminal police brigade and was about to dive into the archives to fight until dawn. Suddenly my foot slipped and I fell directly to the ground, with coffee spilled all over me.
The other team members had long since grown accustomed to the strange situation. They glanced in Sang Yanzhou's direction and continued to immerse themselves in doing their own things.
Sang Yanzhou got up from the ground with a dark face, pretended to be nonchalant, cleaned up the coffee on the floor, and returned to the dressing room in the office to change his clothes.
After drawing lots, the staff said good night to the two of them and left quickly.
Sang Mizhou stood there for a long time before he came back to his senses and accepted this fact with a long sigh.
He walked towards the monitor, turned off the monitor with a trace of resentment, took off the microphone on his collar and threw it on the table.
Xiao Fubao felt that Sang Mizhou was not in a beautiful mood at this time, so he lay on the bed obediently and closed his eyes.
Sang Mizhou turned off the light and lay down on the bed.
The night air was very quiet. Little Fubao had helped with a lot of work today and was already drowsy.
Dimly, she suddenly heard Sang Mizhou call her: "Little guy, are you tired today?"
Little Fu Bao's sleepy eyes kept fighting, but he still managed to answer him: "Fu Bao is not tired. Fu Bao is very happy today. Fu Bao made four new friends today. It's great to be on a variety show with my brother.
Already."
Her voice was soft and sweet, filling his heart like a soft marshmallow, with a sleepy little mute.
Sang Mizhou's heart trembled slightly.
The air was silent for a long time.
Just when little Fubao was about to fall asleep again, he vaguely heard Sang Mizhou's voice: "Go to sleep, good night."
Little Fubao, however, had no energy to answer him any more, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Good night, brother.
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Early the next morning.
Xiao Fubao got up early as usual. After changing clothes and washing up, she turned on the monitor and put on the microphone. She said hello to the audience and friends, and then jumped out to find her friends.
Only Sang Mizhou's sleeping figure was left for them to see.
[Good morning, little baby! You seem to be in a good mood today! It seems like what happened yesterday did not affect the little baby! It’s so good!]
[The little baby woke up as early as ever. Look at Sang Mizhou again. He is still sleeping there with his butt stuck out. Wake up! The sun is about to scorch your butt! 】
[Hahahaha! The self-disciplined little baby and my useless brother! There is such a huge difference! Sang Mizhou, are you embarrassed? A six-year-old child gets up earlier than you! 】
Sang Mizhou: "..." Don't bother me! I'm so angry when I get up! I want to have a good sleep!