Maybe he felt the stinging pain in his hands, or maybe Xiao Fubao didn't sleep deeply.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw Sang Yanzhou's face that was very similar to Sang Yanzhou's.
"Brother?" Xiao Fubao subconsciously called him.
The voice was weak and extremely tinny.
But it was very clear in this empty and quiet ward.
Sang Yanzhou put away the container and looked up at her: "Are you awake? How do you feel? Is there anything else that hurts or feels uncomfortable?"
Little Fubao shook his head weakly: "Fubao doesn't feel any pain anymore, where is my brother?"
She looked around and saw no sign of Sang Mizhou, feeling a little depressed.
"Is my brother angry? Fu Bao...has he caused trouble to his brother again...? If Fu Bao had been obedient and not run around... these things wouldn't have happened..."
Will Mom and Dad see Fu Bao being misbehaved on TV and stop wanting Fu Bao?
Sang Yanzhou felt a pain in his heart.
It was clear that she was the victim, but her first reaction was not to be afraid, but to feel that she had caused trouble for others.
Although she is so young, she has a mind that is beyond her peers. This is all due to the environment in which she grew up.
If she had stayed with them.
She should be a little princess who loves to laugh, act coquettishly, and be clingy.
Sang Yanzhou smiled and shook his head: "No, you didn't cause us any trouble, it was us who failed to protect you. I'm sorry."
Everything is said to be true.
Things like today will never happen again in the future.
never.
Sang Yanzhou secretly made up his mind.
Ten minutes later, Sang Mizhou put on clean clothes and walked out with a dry towel on his head.
Seeing little Fubao sitting on the bed, his steps speeded up unconsciously.
His face remained calm.
He took out the milk that he had warmed for her from the microwave, opened the lid and handed it to her.
But he found that she was looking back and forth between him and Sang Yanzhou with piercing eyes.
"What are you doing?" Sang Mizhou asked calmly.
Xiao Fubao's eyes were bright and he was obviously a little excited. He pointed at their faces and said, "Brother, you look alike!"
Only then did Sang Yanzhou realize that he was not wearing a mask. It was the first time for this little guy to see his appearance, so it was normal to be a little excited.
After all, they two really look alike.
When we were young and even later we went to the same school and the same class together, the classmates and teachers around us would easily confuse the two.
It was only his parents who hadn't confused the two of them.
Thinking about it this way, the little guy recognized at a glance that he was not Sang Mizhou.
"We look so similar, so how do you know I'm not from Sang Yanzhou?" Sang Yanzhou asked casually.
Little Fubao took the milk, took a sip, tilted his head, thought about it, and said honestly: "Fubao doesn't know, but Fubao just feels that you are not his brother."
The two looked at each other in tacit understanding.
Is this the legendary telepathy of relatives?
Sure enough, only the closest people can tell them apart.
Sang Mizhou sat down and said, "You should also take a bath, and then go out to buy some porridge for her later. It's time for you to leave."
Sang Yanzhou took out his cell phone and looked at the time. It was already past five-thirty, and he really should go.
He stood up and nodded: "Okay, then you take good care of her here and leave the rest to me. Don't think too much. No matter what the outcome is, just record well until the last day."