The poor little phoenix I picked up turned out to be the big boss behind it

Sang Wu's eyes fell back on Jun Qi. How should I put it, they were sticky, as if they were shining with soft stars, and there was only room for him in his eyes.

Jun Qi's appearance gradually overlapped with that of the person he had seen in his dream. Could they be the same person?

Jun Qi waved his hand in front of Sang Wu's eyes, "I've come back to my senses. What are you looking at?"

"Of course he is my most beautiful brother."

There was a smile in Sang Wu's eyes and his eyebrows were curved, as if he had completely forgotten the question he had just been thinking about.

"Don't be poor, why did you fight with them today, and why did you get hurt?"

Jun used the newspaper next to him to gently fan Sang Wu's wound, hoping that the ointment on his arm would dry faster. He knew that Sang Wu didn't like the sticky feeling.

"Uh..." Sang Wu's eyes rolled in his sockets, and he knew at a glance that someone was trying to get away with it.

"Don't lie."

Jun Qi still didn't know what he was thinking. He glanced at Sang Wu pretending to be serious and stopped fanning his hands.

"Brother, I was wrong. I just happened to bump into them when I was going to the toilet. They didn't like them and I was a little annoyed. Then they provoked me and they took action."

Sang Wu carefully recounted the story with half truth and half lies. Seeing Jun Qi's eyes loosen, he immediately hugged his arm and shook it, "I didn't mean to hurt myself. After all, they also fought. When it comes to me, if I don’t even have any wounds, they will think I’m a monster.”

The second half of this sentence touched Jun Qi's heart. He rubbed the back of Sang Wu's head distressedly, "I don't blame you. Our Sang Wu is the cutest little spirit beast, but you will feel pain if he is injured. Next time Don’t do this again, everything is up to you.”

Over the years, Jun Qi has seen Sang Wu's true form several times. Because he was growing up and in a state of mimicry, every time Jun Qi saw him, he looked like a black and red angry bird.

Not only is it round and easy to explode, it will spit fire when it is angry. When it is sad, it rarely drops small pearls, but it will spit fireballs.

Jun Qi still remembers the time when Su You accidentally ate the sandwich carefully made for him by Sang Wu when he was seven years old, although he was glad that it was not him who ate it that time.

At that time, he was packing clothes to go to the set upstairs. Sang Wu went to the small garden to pick strawberries for him to take with him to eat on the road, and the sandwich he had made was placed on the table.

Su You happened to be having breakfast at that time, and he immediately fell in love with the sandwich with bacon and lettuce. He thought that since there was more than just that one on the table, he should have no problem eating one.

So, when Sang Wu came back, he saw Su You who had drank all the milk on the table in one go, and the sandwich that had been chewed.

He made it for his brother, and now it was eaten by brother Su You.

This blow seemed fatal to Sang Wu at the time. Jun Qi was about to go out for filming, but the sandwich he finally made was eaten by someone else. He wanted to cry without tears.

When Jun Qi finished packing his things and went downstairs, he saw Su You, who was so hot that he had runny nose and tears, coaxing the black dumpling sitting on the wine cabinet at a loss.

"Xiao Sangwu, please come down first. Brother Su You will make you a sandwich right away, okay?"

Sang Wu didn't say a word, just swallowing the fireball in front of him. He remembered that his brother said he couldn't play with fire casually, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to burn something whenever he was irritated.

So, Sang Wu thought that as long as he didn't let the fireball fall to the ground, it would be fine, and the scene in front of Jun Qi appeared.

"what happened?"

Jun Qi walked over slowly. It seemed that Su You had made the little guy unhappy. He was not in a hurry to let Sang Wu come down. Instead, he asked the reason first.

Seeing the arrival of the savior, Su You quickly told him that he accidentally ate the sandwich Sang Wu had made for him.

Jun Qi's focus was on the fact that Su You was so spicy that he drank three glasses of milk in a row. Su You also reacted to Jun Qi's question. Yes, he just took a bite of the sandwich and why was he so spicy? .

So, the two and a half-year-old boys didn't have time to pay attention to the fried bird sitting on the top of the wine cabinet. They opened the first layer of bread of the sandwich. Well... it was a very fresh piece of lettuce, no problem.

However, Jun Qi discovered something was wrong when he uncovered the second layer. What was this green sauce? Shouldn't the sandwich be ketchup or salad dressing?

Su You looked at the green sauce that had soaked the bread and let out a milky burp.

"Sang Wu, please come down first and tell me what kind of sauce you used for the sandwich, okay?"

Although Sang Wu was a little unhappy, he always listened to Jun Qi's words, so he quickly flapped his little wings and flew down.

"I saw that the chefs in the kitchen all used salad dressing to make sandwiches, so I wanted to make something different for my brother, so I used another bottle of matcha sauce, which looks better than salad dressing."

Sang Wu, who was like a ball, flapped his wings as he spoke. Jun Qi could already imagine him dancing and telling the story to him.

"Well, we Sangwu are very creative."

Jun Qi patted Sang Wu's head encouragingly, making the originally unhappy little bird feel happy instantly.

Su You, who was standing by and listened to everything, saw three black lines running down his head. He stared at Jun Qi with a numb face, "Tell me, the sauce that almost blew his nose off is called matcha."

Also, someone’s meaty sandwich uses matcha sauce, which is darker than dark cuisine.

"I originally wanted my brother to try the sandwich I made."

After Sang Wu was happy, he saw the man taking a bite of the sandwich, and he felt a little depressed again. Although his separation anxiety was slowly improving, Jun Qi's departure still made him upset.

"Brother still prefers salad dressing. Can Sang Wu make it for me next time?"

"Hmm, let's give this sandwich to brother Su You. Brother said, don't waste food at will."

Sang Wu readily agreed and was already thinking about what kind of sandwich to make for Jun Qi next time.

Looking at Jun Qi, who was not prepared to speak for him at all, Su You was completely petrified. If he couldn't waste food, could he waste his life? !

Their food is all made from the best, and that little bit of mustard is as much as a box of other people's. If he eats this sandwich, he won't be able to give it a 120.

He didn't want to be the first man in the world to eat mustard and die.

But Jun Qi didn't really let Su You continue to eat the sandwich that he should have felt.

"How about we go wash the strawberries together?"

"it is good."

Finding a way to divert Sang Wu's attention, Jun Qi held a basket full of strawberries in one hand, with the mimic Sang Wu sitting on his shoulders. With his other hand, he gestured to Su You behind him to hurry up.