Lucky Cub Cub and his brother are in the control group

Chapter 249
Go back to the dormitory prepared for him by the program team.

Two men in suits showed up in his dormitory.

The photographer brother didn't panic, but looked them both up and down first.

When the two heard the movement at the door, they turned around in unison.

When he saw the man sitting on the chair, the photographer brother froze for a moment.

The man sitting on the chair and looking at him with a stern face was none other than Sang Yanzhou who was at Zhou Dong's house a few hours ago.

After he came out of Zhou Dong's house, he went straight to the airport and bought a first-class ticket and flew over.

The photography team immediately guessed his identity.

"Mr. Sang Wanzhou's brother?"

The big photographer who has been following the two of them naturally knows what they said like the back of his hand.

And keep it in mind.

The man nodded slightly: "Hi, my name is Sang Yanzhou, the director should have called you just now, and I was the one who handed over to you."

Even the voices of people are almost exactly the same.

If they all dressed and had the same hairstyle and stood together, no one should be able to recognize them, who is the elder brother and who is the younger brother.

The photographer quickly calmed down.

"What's your purpose?"

Sang Yanzhou spread his hands: "I'm sorry, I have no comment, but I'm Sang Manzhou's elder brother. I have my own reasons for doing this, and I won't hurt them."

So the eldest brother naturally believes that he will not hurt them, after all, there are cameras everywhere in that store.

He is more curious.

Since they are a family, why can't it be resolved in private?

You have to pretend to be a photographer to approach them.

But since they didn't say anything, he couldn't continue to ask, so he had to tell them everything they should do tomorrow.

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Early the next morning, the two of them got up early to clean up and make preparations just like yesterday.

According to the quantity sold yesterday, Sang Lengzhou specially adjusted the quantity of various buns.

Make sure nothing is out of supply or sold out today.

Of course, he also set aside a few for Xiao Fubao to give to the homeless man.

The shutter door opened.

A man about the height of Sang Lengzhou stood at the door with a camera on his shoulders. He wore a black hat on his head, a mask on his face, and a sweater that didn't look too cheap, and he couldn't hide it. Price limited edition sneakers.

Especially those peach blossom eyes.

Sang Wanzhou recognized who the man in front of him was with just one glance.

Sang Wanzhou: "..." Do you think I won't be able to recognize you if you wrap yourself up like a rice dumpling?

Xiao Fubao ran down from the upstairs holding the stool, and was taken aback when he saw the strange man standing at the door.

Sang Yanzhou seemed to have felt the displeasure of Sang Haozhou's eyes.

Coughed lightly: "That... the original photographer is sick today, so I asked for a day off. I'm here to lead the class."

Xiao Fubao didn't recognize his voice, but when he heard that the photographer brother was sick, he ran to Sang Yanzhou nervously.

He raised his head and looked at him worriedly: "Is uncle sick? Is it serious? Did you go to the doctor?"

Sang Yanzhou coughed dryly again: "Uh...it's not serious, it's just a cold, just take a rest and you'll be fine."

After speaking, he lowered his head and looked at Xiao Fubao very carefully.

The more I look at it, the more I feel that she looks too much like them.

Especially the eyes.

Just like their mother's.

Little Fubao heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that the photographer brother was not seriously ill, and turned his head to look at Sang Wanzhou: "Brother, let's go and see Uncle after selling the buns, okay?"

(End of this chapter)