Song Nanchen did not forget to help little Fubao put on a sand-proof hat, sunglasses and gauze before letting her get out of the car.
Although the sun was strong outside, the wind was also strong. The sand was blown everywhere by the wind, and the air was very cold, making people shiver.
The little cubs who had not seen their parents all night returned to their camps one after another.
Sang Mizhou's expression softened when he saw his little cub.
He knelt down and helped Xiao Fubao adjust the position of the gauze scarf, covering her mouth and nose to prevent her from inhaling too much sand.
Don't be too gentle in your movements and eyes.
But the man who said nothing in the car just now was in sharp contrast.
[Sang Mizhou, do you dare to treat one person more favorably than another? The difference in your treatment is too obvious! You really don’t even pretend to be someone else!]
[That’s right! You looked like you hated children just now, why are you so gentle to children now?! You really have two sides! 】
【Oh, man. Men are fickle!】
Sang Mizhou didn't care what others thought of him, he only had eyes for his own little boy.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
Little Fu Bao nodded: "Well, Fu Bao slept very well, and the breakfast uncle made for Fu Bao this morning was also delicious!"
As soon as he heard what she said, Sang Mizhou raised his eyebrows, and his desire to compare immediately came to him.
"Which one is better, the breakfast made by my brother or the breakfast made by my uncle?"
[Hahahaha! Sang Mizhou, do you have to ask such an obvious question? Can’t you see our little baby is starting to get confused? 】
[Don’t get me wrong, what our little baby is struggling with is not which one is more delicious, but whether to tell the truth or a lie.]
[Hahahaha! The little baby said: It’s too difficult for me. If I don’t tell the truth, I’m afraid my brother will be angry. If I want to tell the truth, I can’t escape my heart. 】
In the end, after weighing the pros and cons, little Fubao decided to coax his brother: "Fubao thinks my brother's cooking is delicious!"
Of course, she said this in a suppressed voice.
really.
Hearing her words, Sang Mizhou's gloomy mood all night and all morning suddenly became clear.
"Did your brother sleep well at night?" Xiao Fubao asked him.
Before Sang Mizhou could answer, he heard her next question: "Brother Duole is so gentle and attentive, he must be very well-behaved! I must be able to get along well with him!"
Sang Mizhou: "..." Be good? I don't see how he is so good.
He didn't answer, and Xiao Fubao didn't ask further and continued to ask.
Ji Yucheng also took out a simple large tent to block the wind and sand and set it up.
"Children, please go in first. Let's start cooking quickly. The children should be hungry."
And the children he mentioned also included Sang Mizhou and Lu Zhaoxi.
The two older children were also invited into the tent to take care of the younger children.
Xiao Fubao took out the Monopoly to play with them again.
This time Lu Zhaoxi was also added.
As a result, there was one more person among the group of people who died the fastest.
There is one more person who has been tortured by little Fubao's good luck and has doubts about life.
Lu Zhaoxi looked at the entire map, which was almost entirely filled with little blessings, and fell into deep thought.
Is this still useful for fun?
With this kind of luck, it would be a pity not to buy lottery tickets.
With the good luck of Xiao Fubao, a few people have no gaming experience at all when playing Monopoly.
Either stepping on the ground or punishing, or on the road of stepping on the ground and being punished.