He returned to the dormitory prepared for him by the program team.
Two men in suits appeared in his dormitory.
The photographer did not panic, but looked at the two of them up and down first.
When they heard the movement at the door, they both turned around.
When he saw the man sitting on the chair, the photographer was stunned for a moment.
The man sitting on the chair and looking at him with a stern face was none other than Sang Yanzhou, who was at Zhou Dong's house a few hours ago.
After he came out of Dong Zhou's house, he went straight to the airport, bought a first-class ticket and flew over.
The photography team immediately guessed his identity.
"Mr. Sang Mizhou's brother?"
The photographer who had been following the two of them naturally knew what they said.
And I kept it in mind.
The man nodded slightly: "Hello, my name is Sang Yanzhou. The director should have called you just now. I am the person you are talking to."
Even their voices are almost identical.
If they all stand together with the same clothes and hairstyle, no one would be able to tell who is the older brother and who is the younger brother.
The photographer quickly calmed down.
"What is your purpose?"
Sang Yanzhou spread his hands: "I'm sorry, I have no comment, but I am Sang Yanzhou's brother. I have my own reasons for doing this, and I will not hurt them."
So the eldest brother naturally believed that he would not hurt them. After all, there were cameras everywhere in the store.
What he was more curious about was.
Since they are a family, why can't they resolve it privately?
You have to pretend to be a photographer to get close to them.
But since they didn't tell them, he couldn't continue to ask questions, so he had to tell them everything they should do tomorrow.
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Early the next morning, the two of them got up very early like yesterday to clean up and make preparations.
Based on the quantity sold yesterday, Sang Mizhou specially adjusted the quantity of various steamed buns.
We guarantee that nothing will be in short supply or sold out today.
Of course, he also left a few little Fu Bao for the homeless man.
The rolling shutter door opened.
A man about the same height as Sang Mizhou stood at the door with a camera on his shoulder. He wore a black hat on his head, a mask on his face, and a sweatshirt that didn't look too cheap, and couldn't hide it.
Limited edition sneakers at affordable prices.
Especially those peach blossom eyes.
Sang Mizhou already recognized who the man in front of him was at just one glance.
Sang Mizhou: "..." Do you think I can't recognize you because you're wrapped like a rice dumpling?
Little Fubao ran down from upstairs holding a stool, and was stunned for a moment when he saw the strange man standing at the door.
Sang Yanzhou seemed to have felt Sang Yanzhou's displeased gaze.
He coughed lightly: "Well... the original photographer is sick today and has taken a day off. I'm here to take charge."
Little Fubao didn't recognize his voice, but when she heard that the photography brother was sick, she ran to Sang Yanzhou nervously.
She raised her head and looked at him worriedly: "Is uncle sick? Is it serious? Have you seen a doctor?"
Sang Yanzhou coughed again: "Uh... it's not serious, it's just a minor cold. Just take a rest and it'll be fine."
After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at little Fubao carefully.
The more I looked at her, the more I realized she looked a lot like them.
Especially these eyes.
It's exactly like their mother's.
Xiao Fubao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the photography brother was not seriously ill. He turned his head and looked at Sang Mizhou: "Brother, let's go see your uncle after selling the buns later, okay?"