When the old grandmother came to pick them up, she found that Xiao Fubao's eyes were red and he was snorting, and he looked like a poor little rabbit.

It's obvious that I've just cried.

She subconsciously thought that Sang Wanzhou had bullied Xiao Fubao, and when she was just about to educate this stinky boy who didn't know how to love her sister, she saw the man shaking his head at her.

The old grandmother was stunned, "Didn't he bully the doll into crying?" ”

Sang Wanzhou: "......? "What am I doing to bully her?

The man shook his head and said no.

The old grandmother swallowed the words that had just come to her mouth and wanted to preach.

So why is the doll crying? Aren't you having fun here? Is it because you're tired? If I had known, I would have arranged for more people to do more of the work they had to do!

The old grandmother wanted to ask, but she was afraid of touching her sadness again, so she had to change the topic: "Doll, you are doing well at work today, but your program team has asked grandma to bring you the ingredients for dinner!" ”

Her voice paused, squatted down in front of Xiao Fubao and whispered: "Grandma also quietly stuffed the pies made by grandma herself and the dumplings that grandma made today, go back at night and ask your brother to cook for you, don't let the director find out." ”

The corner of the mouth of a director who was sitting in front of the big screen watching the live broadcast with relish twitched: "......" I have already found out.

Xiao Fubao's interest was not as high as usual, but he nodded obediently, because he had just cried, and his voice was more milky, which was particularly cute: "Thank you, grandma." ”

"Well, come on, let's drive the ox cart back together." The old woman bent down and hugged Xiao Fubao on the ox cart.

Along the way, Xiao Fubao was absent-minded, and the old grandmother was afraid that she would fall off the ox cart and hurt herself, so she asked Sang Wanzhou to carry her to the back and sit.

Without the chattering little Fubao, the way back was much quieter.

When they arrived at the gate of the village, the old grandmother grabbed Sang Wanzhou, who was about to go back with her.

"Male doll, what's wrong with the doll?"

Sang Wanzhou's face was black: "...... It's okay, she's just homesick. "Also, can you please stop calling me that.

The old grandmother frowned and thought for a while: "The doll is homesick, then why don't you all come to grandma's house for dinner tonight, grandma's family is so lively, and there are children of the same age as the doll, maybe you won't feel lonely!" ”

Hearing this, Sang Wanzhou thought about it for a while, and decided to respect Xiao Fubao's idea: "Okay, then I'll ask her later." ”

"Okay."

After returning home, Xiao Fubao went directly into the room.

The photographer originally wanted to follow in, but was pulled by Sang Wanzhou: "You stay here." ”

The photographer brother was not reluctant, nodded and did not go in.

The studio also turned the camera to the monitor.

Sang Wanzhou walked into the house.

Xiao Fubao squatted in front of the suitcase, not knowing what he was rummaging through.

Sang Wanzhou sighed, stepped forward and squatted next to her, and took out what she was looking for from the secret compartment of the suitcase: "Are you looking for this?" ”

Xiao Fubao saw the photo and took it with a "snap": "Well, thank you, brother." ”

[Actually, I've always wanted to ask, is this Sang Wanzhou's own sister? ] How do you feel, the way the two get along seems to be a little too polite. 】

[This is not Sang Wanzhou's own sister, it is said to be a relative's child. 】

[Yes, I haven't heard that Sang Wanzhou has a sister, and even Sang Wanzhou's true identity is only a few traces on the Internet, and no one knows the specifics. 】