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

As soon as he opened the door, Jun Qi saw Sang Wu pulling his hat down low and wiping something on his face with his hands.

"what happened?"

Jun Qi walked over quickly and picked up Sang Wu. His nose and eye sockets were red, his long eyelashes were sticky with tears, and there were still unwiped tears on his chin. , seeing Jun Qi looking at him, he quickly covered his face with his hands.

"Dont look at me."

Sang Wu was extremely depressed. How could his tear ducts be so developed when he was a child? Moreover, when he heard his brother's voice just now, his nose felt sore again. If he hadn't wiped it quickly, he would have cried again.

"Okay, I won't look at you."

Jun Qi pressed the man on his shoulder very understandingly, letting him slowly calm down.

Seeing Jun Qi carrying the person out, Lin Quan asked the camera to readjust the direction and angle, so that only Jun Qi would be photographed while eating, and Sang Wu would not be photographed.

"Sorry for the long wait."

Jun Qi looked at the camera first and made sure that there was no problem before he sat down with Sang Wu in his arms and wiped his face carefully with a wet tissue.

"What's...what's going on?" Lin Quan couldn't help but ask. He remembered that the child was fine before going in, but why was he in such a low mood after coming out.

Fans in the live broadcast room are also very concerned about Sang Wu's condition, and the comments are flowing very fast.

【What happened? Who made my Internet brother unhappy? 】

[Brother Qi is getting wet wipes. Could it be that he is crying? 】

[You can’t look down a little bit with this lens. I can only see the shark horn above my brother’s head. 】

[My younger brother is an amateur and cannot show his face. My family please understand. 】

…………

Jun Qi has a lot of fans, so a live broadcast like this naturally has big fan comments, and they basically suppressed it before there were more comments about his brother.

"He is quite clingy to me. I just went to cook without him, so I was a little unhappy."

There was a smile hidden in Jun Qi's words, and he explained to the others seriously. After wiping Sang Wu's face, he put him into the child's seat next to him.

Sang Wu glanced at the chair below him that was just big enough for him to sit on, took a deep breath and endured it. After all, if he didn't sit here, he would have to stand on the stool to eat.

Jun Qi's explanation, not to mention Lin Quan who was present at the scene, was not believed by the fans in the live broadcast room.

[Hahahaha, I laughed so hard. This is called a bit unhappy. What are you using a tissue to wipe your nose for? 】

[This is a bit direct in quotation marks. You all should laugh a little lower. Don’t our brothers be shameless? 】

[But it’s really cute to cry when you miss your brother. It’s hard for my brother to call me “sister” in a soft voice. 】

[Sure enough, all my well-behaved brothers belong to other people’s families. The one in my family directly raised my blood pressure, and he was still laughing and joking. 】

……

The chat in the live broadcast room was lively, and Sang Wu had adapted to the chair that made him feel ashamed, and started to use chopsticks to eat.

Seeing Sang Wu start, Jun Qi also picked up chopsticks and started eating. Previously, a crew member broke the news that watching Jun Qi eat was very enjoyable. Now the fans in the live broadcast room really felt it.

[How can someone have such beautiful hands holding chopsticks? ! 】

[I’m also eating noodles at the moment, so we’re in sync! 】

[No, no, no, I can’t cook noodles, I’m going crazy. 】

[Can I ask Brother Qi about his food preferences? If possible, please ask Director Lin. If not, forget it. 】

"Teacher Jun, your fans would like to ask you if you have any preferences in food?"

Lin Quan happened to see the barrage while watching the live broadcast data, so he asked casually.

Jun Qi was stunned for a moment when he heard Director Lin's question. In fact, he has never paid attention to his own preferences in so many years. It seems that he can have a little of everything and eat enough, which is the difference between one more chopstick and one less chopstick.

"Brother doesn't like it...it will make your mouth smell bad if you eat it."

Sang Wu naturally understood Jun Qi's preferences, but as soon as he said those words, he remembered that he shouldn't know so much now. After a short pause, he changed his words.

Hearing Sang Wu's words, Jun Qi also remembered that he was indeed a little unable to accept dishes that would leave a lingering taste in his mouth after finishing them. Even at home, he hardly ever touched his chopsticks.

The serious and clear child's voice reached everyone's ears, and even Lin Quan and Peng Yan were stunned for a moment.

They had filmed so many episodes of the program, and saw that the expression on Jun Qi's face just now was obviously thinking, which meant that he didn't know much about it himself. However, he was actually told by his younger brother who was sitting there chattering, and Jun Qi looked like that You should be right.

[If I read it right, Brother Qi probably didn’t know it just now, but it turned out that my younger brother actually knew what kind of fairy brother he was. 】

[At the beginning, some people in Weibo Square said that Jun Qi specially found a child to put on a show, just to increase his popularity with the public. Now his face must be swollen. 】

[Can I ask my brother what color sack he likes? My sister will take you home to play for two days. 】

……

"Since my brother has already told everyone, I don't need to say more."

Jun Qi also used every opportunity to fool this problem, and prepared to solve the problem as quickly as possible.

After breakfast, Jun Qi took Sang Wu upstairs to change clothes. Lin Quan and the others went outside, saying they wanted to shoot some material that could be edited and played later.

"I'm so exhausted. When will I be done?"

As soon as he returned to the room, Sang Wu lay face down on the bed, his shark hat was pulled off by him, and he was holding his mobile phone in both hands and not knowing what he was browsing.

Jun Qi had just finished changing his clothes and came out of the cloakroom when he heard Sang Wu's words and walked over to move his head.

"I know you endure it hard, why don't you just play in the room for a while and stop going down?"

"That's not possible. What if someone on Weibo says something about you if I suddenly stop going?"

Sang Wu sat up from the bed with his mobile phone. On his bright screen, there happened to be a topic about Jun Qi's show. The live broadcast on Weibo was very popular, and he accounted for one-fifth of the discussion. .

"It's normal for me to experience these things as a star. You don't have to put so much pressure on yourself. Besides, you are just a three-year-old kid now. Get up and change your clothes first."

Jun Qi pinched Sang Wu's soft cheeks and said helplessly.

"It won't be anymore soon. Today is already the third day, and the transformation period will be over soon."

Sang Wu retorted while taking off his clothes, and soon he was only wearing a pair of underwear.

"Let's talk about it after it's over, but your transformation period doesn't seem to have changed much..." Hua.

"Fuck!"

Before Jun Qi finished speaking, Sang Wu let out a cry of surprise, and a white light burst out all over his body, and his body instantly returned to its previous appearance.

Sang Wu got under the quilt with lightning speed, leaving only a pair of ripped underwear outside.

Jun Qi was still a little confused, but after he realized what he was doing, he couldn't help but laugh.