Little Fubao didn't cry or make a fuss. He shook his head obediently and asked, "Uncle, it's okay, Fubao doesn't hurt. What's wrong with Brother Duole? You need to see a doctor quickly to get better!"
When he mentioned this, Ji Yucheng stood up, sighed, looked at the expressionless Sang Wanzhou and explained to him: "On weekdays, my wife and I are busy with work and don't pay much attention to him. When we find out,
He has become silent, often locking himself in a room alone and not knowing what he is doing, and unwilling to talk to us."
[Oh my god, isn’t this autism? 】
[This is too pitiful. No wonder Duo Le doesn't like to talk and treats Fu Bao like that. Patients with mental illness cannot control themselves. 】
[Too many parents today are only giving birth to children but not raising children. Children are getting more and more precocious and become less and less able to communicate and talk with their parents. 】
"We took him to see a psychiatrist and they said he might have autism, so my wife signed us up for this variety show." Ji Yucheng spread his hands, looking helpless.
After learning the truth, the live broadcast room viewers began to sympathize with Ji Xiaoheng.
[No wonder I saw that Xiao Dole seemed to be taking some medicine when it first aired. It turned out to be medicine to treat autism. I felt so distressed.】
[Our little Fu Bao is also great, okay? He was pushed down and his elbow was bruised, but he didn’t cry or make a fuss. He also cared about little Dole’s condition. He is simply an angel baby! 】
[Parents have a really great influence on their children. I also suffered from autism when I was a child, but because my parents divorced when I was a child, both sides ignored me. As time went by, I became less talkative and liked to keep myself alone.
It’s in the house.]
After listening to his words, Sang Mizhou's frown showed signs of loosening. He didn't say anything. He picked up Little Fu Bao in one hand and sat in the car.
Then I got a small medical kit from the program crew and carefully sterilized her and applied medicine.
His movements were gentle and meticulous to the extreme, and he also blew cool air on her wounds from time to time.
Natural and not artificial.
Little Fubao is also very well-behaved and obedient. Except for the pain when she was disinfected with alcohol and her eyebrows knitted together, she neither cried nor fussed.
"Does it hurt?" Sang Wanzhou raised his eyelashes and looked at her and asked.
The voice is as gentle as the spring breeze, blowing straight into people's hearts.
Everyone in the live broadcast room was in an uproar. No one could believe that this was Sang Wanzhou, who had a stinky face every day and said bad words to a young actor.
Little Fubao shook his head obediently: "Fubao doesn't hurt, Fubao is very brave!"
The corner of Sang Wanzhou's mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.
At this moment, another group of guests also got on the bus.
"Oh, what's going on?"
The two looked around. Song Nanchen walked up wearing a white T-shirt and flowery pants, holding a cute little girl in his right hand. When he took off his sunglasses, he saw the treated wound on Xiao Fubao's right elbow.
Xiao Fubao's somewhat disappointed mood at being rejected by a child disappeared instantly. He immediately forgot about the unpleasantness just now and went to the two of them to introduce himself: "Hello! My name is Xiao Fubao!"
Song Nanchen lowered his head and looked at the energetic little guy in front of him, and couldn't help showing a trace of envy in his eyes: "Hello, little Fubao. Little cotton-padded jacket, please say hello to my sister!"
Song Shengsheng lowered his head to meet her eyes, snorted coldly, turned his head and hugged Song Nanchen's neck tighter.