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

Sang Wu threw away Guisong's heart in disgust and took his hand back. The remaining blood stains on it were instantly dried, leaving only a trace of misty smoke.

Guisong's body also fell down as Sang Wu's hand left. His eyes were still open, filled with the shock remaining from his life.

"What are you looking at?"

After making sure that there was no dirt on his hands, Sang Wu raised his eyes to look at the ghost cultivators who were staring at them.

The ghost cultivators also reacted, their expressions suddenly changed, and they all prepared to run away, but Sang Wu only waved his hand, and everyone, including Guisong, was reduced to ashes in an instant, leaving no trace behind.

After getting rid of the annoying guy, Sang Wu took out his phone and checked the time. It was almost time for him to go home. Without any further delay, Sang Wu disappeared directly.

A light golden feather landed not far from Jun's house, and Sang Wu's figure appeared. He arrived home a little faster than before. He unzipped his schoolbag again and walked towards the door of his house.

But when he just took two steps forward, he looked up and saw Jun Qi walking out. He also saw Sang Wu at a glance. The two looked at each other, and Sang Wu, who was originally a little irritable, suddenly had a look of confusion in his eyes. smile.

He ran straight over.

"elder brother."

Sang Wu wrapped his arms around Jun Qi's neck, clinging to him like a little bear. Jun Qi also hugged the clingy spirit tenderly.

"Sorry, the crew suddenly sent a message this morning and they didn't send you to school."

Jun Qi held Sang Wu's butt with one hand and supported his back with the other, just like he did when he was a child.

"Brother is busy with work, I know."

Sang Wu put his head on Jun Qi's shoulder and shook it, and said considerately that although he was really unhappy privately, it was better not to say these words in front of his brother, otherwise he was afraid that one day his brother would just give up his job and come back. After all, it's not like he's never done this before.

Looking at the well-behaved Sang Wu, Jun Qi rubbed his head softly. After finishing the drama, he would stop taking the script and concentrate on spending time with Sang Wu at home.

Jun Qi carried Sang Wu in. Jun's mother was already standing in front of the table, placing dishes and chopsticks. Looking at the two people who were still tired, she smiled and shook her head.

"Okay, let Sang Wu down quickly. When I have you to hold me in the evening, I'll eat right away."

"I stick to my brother."

The two had been close friends since childhood. Sang Wu had been brought up by Jun Qi since he was a child, and he couldn't even tolerate others saying something bad about Jun Qi.

Jun's mother looked at Sang Wu who ran over to help her put the dishes and chopsticks, and the smile on her lips never faded.

Sometimes when Jun Qi goes out to film, Sang Wu, a little boy in a cotton-padded jacket, accompanies her. Although he is still a junior high school kid, he is very thoughtful and good at talking, and he often makes her happy.

After dinner, Jun Qi and Sang Wu went upstairs together. Jun Qi was a little behind him and helped him carry his schoolbag. This is a habit he has developed over the years.

A certain little monkey liked to jump up and down the stairs when he was a child. He almost missed the point once. After that, Jun Qi would always keep an eye on him and become a guard on the stairs.

Jun's father was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through today's news on his mobile phone, while Jun's mother was sitting aside, eating a fruit plate and catching up on variety shows.

Jun's father listened to the two people going upstairs and asked casually, "Is Xiaoqi still sleeping with Sang Wu?"

"Yes, it's not like you don't know that they have slept like this since they were children. Sang Wu is a child who has not grown up at Xiaoqi's place." Jun's mother watched Jun's father put down the fruit plate.

"Before, Xiao Qi went out to film and left Sang Wu alone at home. He forgot to turn on the night light several times and suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. He also ran to hide it in Xiao Qi's closet. Don't you feel bad when you see him? Besides, how has Sang Wu been doing in the past two years? It's easy to be in a better state, don't think about it."

Seeing Jun's mother's reaction, Jun's father quickly put his arm around his shoulders and said, "I'm not just saying that, I thought that if the two children are so old, they should make plans in advance if they want to sleep in separate rooms."

Hearing Jun's father's words, Jun's mother rolled her eyes at him angrily, "Tell me about your memory. Originally, the two rooms were separated, but they were connected in the middle, and Sang Wu was at home."

"Later, Xiao Qi said that they wanted to sleep together, so he removed the bed and turned it into a dressing room. The study and studio are connected to the side. Anyway, that floor belongs to them, so they can sleep as they want."

Jun's mother grew up watching such a small, soft cub, and she didn't even spend as much time taking care of Jun Qi as Sang Wu. When Jun Qi was a child, he slept with them in his own crib. Later, when he got older He slept in his own bedroom without any intention of leaving them behind from the beginning to the end.

A cute boy like Sang Wu who would come looking for someone when he didn't see anyone for a while was simply not too cute, especially when he held her hand and called people with a childish voice.

"Okay, okay, I just said it casually."

Seeing his wife's behavior, Jun's father quickly agreed. He originally just thought that since the two children were so old and in their prime of life, it would be embarrassing if something happened sometimes.

The two people who went upstairs had already returned to the bedroom, and Jun Qi was waiting for Sang Wu to finish taking a bath.

In fact, there is a bathroom in the next room, but they both made a tacit agreement not to say that they were going to take a shower there, but that one would finish washing and then wait for the other.

Sang Wu squeezed a lot of shower gel and rubbed it on his hands. He only took a quick shower in order to eat. Now that he came back, Sang Wu felt so sick.

This shower gel is the one that Jun used. Sang Wu also likes to smell this smell. His own smell mixed with this smell will make him feel at ease.

After his fingers turned white from the water and started to wrinkle, Sang Wu slowly put on his pajamas, casually rubbed his hair on both sides, and then walked out with a slightly damp towel on his shoulders.

"Come here."

Jun Qi's voice was a little helpless, and he was holding a plugged-in hair dryer in his hand. This little guy took a bath ten times, but he might not remember to dry his hair eleven times.

"Oh."

Sang Wu didn't expect to face his brother as soon as he came out, and he felt inexplicably uneasy.

Sang Wu sat down on the sofa obediently and let Jun Qi rub the ends of his hair.

After drying for five minutes, Jun Qi picked up the hair dryer, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sang Wu's palms were redder than usual.

"What's wrong with my hand? Why is it so red? Does it hurt?"

Jun Qi held Sang Wu's hand and looked at it carefully. His skin was originally white, but the strange red color was obvious.

"It's okay, brother, I just accidentally touched something dirty today, so I washed it more just now."

Sang Wu didn't think it was anything. On the contrary, he was very happy. Now his hands not only smelled of shower gel, but also smelled of his brother.

Jun Qi noticed that the look in Sang Wu's eyes was unusual when he spoke, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just blew on his palm gently and said, "Don't wash so hard next time, it will hurt."

"Um……"

Sang Wu felt as if Jun Qi's blow just now was like a feather falling into his heart, tickling him and making him want to laugh unconsciously.