Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

If you want to talk about why the fans are so calm, especially when someone had a live interaction before.

Attributed to two points: First, the people's police must not be offended!

Second, the entertainment industry belongs to the Huo family, and Huo Yu has already issued orders!

Without the rhythm of the Heizi marketing troupe, just fans, in fact, really can't make a fuss.

After all, those who are brainless are only a very small part, and the vast majority of fans are normal.

Moreover, porridge porridge is so cute, why would you want to hurt such a cute kid?

True fans, it's too late to like it.

Even, there is already a personal super chat of Congee Congee on the Internet, with 100,000 fans, who would let children not have Weibo?

This news was not known until Manager Zhou brought it up after the father and son got into the car.

"What?"

Is the kid talking too much?

Zhou Huan nodded with a smile:

"That's right, it's also because Congee Congee doesn't have a personal Weibo. If there is one, there must be more than this few fans."

It's not enough for the hundreds of millions of fans of Fu Dayingdi to climb over some walls at random!

Children look left and right:

"Dad, what is Chaohua?"

"nothing."

"Oh, Dad, Porridge wants to sleep."

Fu Jiyan touched his son's forehead, but he didn't have a fever.

"Sleep, I will call you when I get home."

The child nestled obediently in his father's arms, and did not speak in the car. Soon, the child fell asleep.

Maybe it's because I didn't take a nap, and I'm tired from flying.

Half an hour later, the car drove into the gate of Xiangzhou International Villa.

I was planning to wake up the little man in my arms, when I touched it, I felt the child's forehead was so hot that I could cook an egg.

Just as Zhou Huan opened the car door to get out of the car, the man in the back seat had already said:

"Go to the hospital!"

Um?

Zhou Huan sat down again and looked at the back seat:

"What's wrong?"

"I have a fever."

"Ah? Didn't you touch it just now, didn't you have a fever?"

Yes, who would have known that he would have a fever again all of a sudden? Still burning so hot?

The car that had just been turned off started up again, and the speed was much faster than before.

"porridge?

Fu Zhizhou?

Wake up? "

Someone yelled several times in succession before the kid slowly opened his eyes:

"dad?"

There was no response, but his father was frightened.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" The tone was much softer.

The child's face, forehead, and neck were all hot, and the breath he exhaled felt a little hot.

"It's all so uncomfortable." He said wearily.

He stretched out his arms and hugged the little man in his arms:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier if you were uncomfortable?"

Forehead.

"Didn't Dad just wake up Porridge?"

Confused before co-authoring?

"Aban, drive faster."

"Yes, Second Young Master."

Although it is not okay to dislike his son usually, but seeing that his son is really sick, a certain person is still worried.

The kid seemed to have fallen asleep again, but he was still holding his lollipop tightly in his hand.

Fu Jiyan wanted to take it away, but he couldn't break it.

Forget it, let's go to the hospital first.

The hospital received the news in advance, and the VIP ward was also packed in advance.

The child was placed on the hospital bed, a small lump, very pitiful.

The director of pediatrics is seeing a child.

"Mr. Fu, you have to wake him up first."

Fu Jiyan frowned, stepped forward, sat by the hospital bed, stretched out his hand, and patted lightly:

"Fu Zhizhou, wake up."

After calling several times in a row, the child was finally woken up.

However, when the child opened his eyes, he saw doctors, uncles and aunts in white coats, and cried with a 'wow'.