Sang Yanzhou thought it was fun to tease children like this.
Especially when he saw her shocked expression, her eyes were widened and her eyes were fixed on the mask covering his face, with a look of disbelief on her face.
His piercing eyes seemed to really want to see his face under the mask through the mask.
However this is impossible.
After watching him eat a few dumplings without really seeing his face, Xiao Fubao had to give up.
Huh, cunning brother.
After lunch, little Fubao obediently went upstairs to take a nap.
On the entire second floor, only Sang Yanzhou and Sang Yanzhou were left sitting face to face.
Yesterday, Sang Mizhou could still pack a pack of siomai to pass the time, but all the siomai had been packed yesterday. There was nothing to do today, and he didn't have a mobile phone, so he could only sit in a daze.
The scene wasn't too embarrassing.
Because Sang Yanzhou has been dealing with something, either staring at his mobile phone, or running to the toilet to answer a sudden call, which lasts for ten or twenty minutes.
Looking at Sang Yanzhou who had just returned to his position.
Sang Mizhou said: "You are so busy, why don't you come over."
"Don't you know why I came here? I have a few more important cases on hand recently. I will stay until 6 pm at the latest, and then I have to go back."
[Case? What case? Does the photography brother have a side job, or is photography his side job? 】
[Those who talk about the case are usually lawyers, agents and police. I don’t know who the photographer is?]
[I feel like the photographer's identity is so mysterious! Not only did he not show his face, but he kept running to the toilet when he answered the phone so that we wouldn't listen. But the more you didn't let us listen, the more curious we became! 】
Director: "..." What are you curious about? What are you curious about?
He is the new captain of the criminal police brigade at Yicheng headquarters!
He was able to climb directly to the position of captain as soon as he took office without using any connections, which shows how powerful he is.
I heard that he had solved countless extremely brutal murder cases abroad. When the overseas headquarters heard that he was going to return to China, they raised his salary to try to keep him, but he still decided to return.
Sang Mizhou was really bored, so he took off all the bun wrappers he would use tomorrow and kneaded them out, then rolled them flat, folded them and put them in the refrigerator.
It was almost time, but the rain outside the window still showed no tendency to stop, and there was still lightning and thunder.
But it's time for them to go out.
Sang Mizhou washed his hands and went upstairs.
In the slightly dark room, little Fubao was not seen, only a bulging ball on the quilt on the bed.
Sang Mizhou walked over and lifted up the quilt to take a look.
Little Fubao's little body was curled up together, his brows were slightly furrowed, his little hands were covering his ears, and he seemed to be sleeping very uneasily.
But she would rather get into bed and cover her ears than go downstairs and ask him to come up and sleep with her.
For some reason, Sang Mizhou felt that this scene hurt his eyes, and he felt inexplicably sorry for this young girl who was much more sensible than her peers.
What kind of growing environment can lead a little girl to be so sensible?
But what if she is really his sister.
It was all because of him that she became so sensible. She should have had the warmest family, with parents who loved him, and two brothers who doted on him.