Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Except when resting, I will come back to see the old man at home.

Not only Fu Jiyan, but Su Zhixiao rarely came back here on weekdays. Therefore, in the whole villa, there lived three generations of the Fu family's old man, the boss of the Fu family, and the little great-grandson of the Fu family.

That is to say, this time the old man is still living in the nursing home, and Fu Feishen is going on a business trip abroad again. There is no choice but to let the second child of the Fu family come back to take care of his own son for a while.

In the lobby of the villa, the children were playing fried chicken excitedly, and they didn't notice the figure standing beside them at all.

Until, the game controller was suddenly snatched away.

Huh?

When seeing people, the child's cheeks puffed up with anger:

"Fu Jiyan, pay me back!" He shouted anxiously.

Who knows, someone not only didn't return it, but even played it by himself.

The kid jumped several times but failed to snatch it back, so he could only give up and stare angrily.

Someone played more naturally than his son, and wiped out all the monsters in a few strokes, pushed the tower, and cleared the level!

This smooth operation shocked the little guy, and there seemed to be a trace of rare admiration in his eyes.

It's just that someone threw the handle aside after clearing the level:

"It's not difficult, it's boring!

Fu Zhizhou, don't you just play these mentally handicapped things at home all day long? "

The little man was very unhappy:

"Not retarded!"

Tsk.

"Not mentally retarded enough? By the way, you can't even pass such a mentally retarded game. Fu Zhizhou, don't you think you are a little stupid?"

Look, is this what a father should say?

How could anyone say that about his own son?

Besides, the children are only three years old, and they are not even four years old, okay?

"Come with me."

The man turned around and walked towards the restaurant, while the kid followed behind his father reluctantly. When he saw his father open the bag on the dining table:

"Dad, haven't you eaten yet?"

Fu Jiyan has already sat down:

"Well, you didn't eat?"

The little man hurriedly said:

"Porridge porridge has already been eaten."

Unexpectedly, someone stretched out his big hand, and immediately lifted his son to the chair beside him and sat down:

"Eat more."

Forehead?

As soon as the lid of the disposable lunch box is lifted, you will be greeted with the smell of a pot of stew.

On the man's face and eyes, there was undisguised disgust.

Even the exquisitely carved little man next to him had an expression of disgust very similar to his father.

There is one thing that father and son are quite alike: picky mouth.

"Father, if you are not hungry, can you not eat porridge?" Hair was refusing.

However.

"Can't!

Fu Zhizhou, do you know where these meals come from? "

How can children know?

Shake your head.

The man laughed meaningfully:

"Ms. Su gave it, are you sure you don't want to eat it?"

"Ah? Mom made it? I want to eat the porridge, dad, hurry up and serve the porridge!"

The longest road Xiao Porridge has traveled in these years is none other than his own father's routine.

Fu Jiyan also didn't explain that these dishes were only made by the canteen of the Municipal Bureau, but they were brought back by him. Seriously speaking, they really weren't given by Hai'er's mother.

The father and son turned their disgust away, even though they thought it tasted weird, they still insisted on sharing the meal and finishing it.

The child's concentration is not as good as that of the adults. After eating, he quickly took several big mouthfuls of the juice next to him.

As for Fu Jiyan, there was basically no expression on his face.

Isn't it just a big pot dish, as for it?

sweat.