Lucky Cub Cub and his brother are in the control group

Maybe it was the tingling pain in his hand, or maybe it was because Xiao Fubao didn't sleep deeply.

She slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Sang Yanzhou's face, which was very similar to Sang Lengzhou's.

"Brother?" Xiao Fubao called him subconsciously.

The voice is weak and extremely thin.

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 any pain or discomfort?"

Little Fubao shook his head weakly: "Fubao doesn't hurt anymore, where's brother?"

She looked around, but she didn't see Sang Wanzhou, and she was a little depressed.

"Is my brother angry? Fubao...is he causing trouble for my brother again...? If Fubao obediently doesn't run around...these things won't happen..."

Will mom and dad see Fubao being misbehaving on TV, so they don't want Fubao anymore?

Sang Yanzhou felt a pain in his heart.

Obviously she was the victim, her first reaction was not to be afraid, but to feel that she was causing trouble to others.

Although she is so young, she has a mind beyond her peers, all because of the environment in which she grew up.

If she stays by their side all the time.

It should be a little princess who loves to laugh, act like a baby, and clingy.

Sang Yanzhou smiled and shook his head: "No, you didn't cause us any trouble, but we didn't protect you well. I'm sorry."

There are no more than three things.

Things like today will never happen again in the future.

will never.

Sang Yanzhou secretly made up his mind.

After ten minutes, Sang Wanzhou put on clean clothes and came out with a dry towel on his head.

Seeing Xiao Fubao sitting on the bed, he unconsciously quickened his pace.

On the face, he 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 Wanzhou asked lightly.

Xiao Fubao's eyes were bright, and he was obviously agitated. He pointed to the faces of the two and said, "Brother, you look alike!"

It was only then that Sang Yanzhou realized that he was not wearing a mask. It was the first time this little guy saw himself, and it was normal to be a little excited.

After all, the two of them really look alike.

When I was a child and later went to the same school and the same class together, the classmates and teachers around me could easily confuse the two.

Only his parents didn't confuse the two of them.

Thinking about it this way, the little guy just now recognized that he was not Sang Lengzhou at a glance.

"We look so similar, how do you know I'm not from Sang Manzhou?" Sang Yanzhou asked casually.

Little Fubao took a sip of the milk, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said honestly: "Fubao doesn't know, but Fubao just feels that you are not a big brother."

The two looked at each other tacitly.

Could this be the telepathic telepathy of relatives in the legend?

Sure enough, only the closest people can tell the two of them apart.

Sang Wanzhou sat down in his seat: "You should also take a shower, and then go out and help her buy some porridge or something, you should go too."

Sang Yanzhou took out his phone and checked the time. It was already past 05:30, and he should really leave.

Then he stood up and nodded: "Okay, then you take good care of her here, and I will leave the rest to me. Don't think too much about it. No matter what the result is, just keep recording until the last day."

"Ah."