Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Fu Jiyan directly covered his son's fleshy face with his big palm, and seemed to sweep the garbage aside before answering the phone with a smile on his face:

"Wife~"

"What happened to you my son?" asked.

Someone squinted at the little man who was eavesdropping with his ears pricked up, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly:

"I don't care about your precious son, he is the one who is touching me, your man!"

Isn't it just touching porcelain?

"what happened?"

Su Zhixiao didn't know what happened to the father and son. The kid was so sad that he didn't want to ask more questions.

No, I can only question his father.

A certain person was lazily sitting on the armrest of the sofa, knocking on Erlang's legs, and said slowly:

"What else can happen? Why don't you just build a chimney that will collapse if you touch it, saying it's for your castle, and if it really collapses, you'll touch him and me.

It won't work to help him pile up another one, and it won't work to pay him ten more. No, I will call you to complain. "

On the phone, Su Zhixiao couldn't help but raise his lips in joy when he heard it:

"You ruined his castle, and you still have the nerve to say that someone touched you?"

Kid, don't you just admit death?

Moreover, children, as long as you find the right method, it is still very easy to coax.

"Okay, don't say that his castle is ugly like a chimney anymore, just build another one with him, and then praise it more, won't it be enough?"

"No, I don't like to lie to people!"

The ugly ones are the ugly ones, and the ugly ones are called good-looking, which is really against my will!

"Then don't complain about his fuss, hang up, someone is here."

"Hello"

Beep beep, the call was still hung up by the other party.

Slap.

Putting the microphone back to its original position, someone swished another glance at the little brat beside him.

"Fu Zhizhou, I give you two choices. One, I will accompany you to make another one. Two, Ma slips back to the room to sleep."

There is no third option!

Children are used to crying once, crying twice and crying three times.

No, it started again.

As for Fu Jiyan, this is what he can't stand the most.

"Shut up! If you dare to cry again, I will beat you!"

The kid was really scared, and the sobbing suddenly became much quieter.

However, at this moment.

"Fu Er, who do you want to beat up?"

Huh?

"Uncle?"

Seeing Fu Feishen, although the kid was still dropping golden beans, his two chubby legs had already run towards the door.

"Uncle, Uncle, Uncle!" shouted several times in succession.

Fu Feishen hugged the little man:

"Tell uncle, is your father bullying you?"

Fu Feishen is one of the children's two major backers at home, and now he doesn't look a little cowardly:

"Uncle, Dad is bad, and Dad even threatens Porridge!"

Sure enough, Fu Feishen glanced at his younger brother very unkindly.

Moved the butt off the arm of the sofa:

"What? Your uncle is back, you think I have a backer, so I can't deal with you, right?"

Think beautifully!

It is absolutely natural for a father to beat his son!

However, just talking about it, I never really did it once!

Fu Fei put his little nephew in his arms and walked a few steps forward. When he passed by someone, he took a deep look:

"You go to the study and wait for me."

Then, he went upstairs with the little man in his arms.

The super dad is back, it seems that there is no need to be tortured tonight.

No need to tell stories, no need to hug for a while and feed water or something, and no need to coax her to sleep.

Damn, it's simply a joy from the bottom of my heart!