Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

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The old lady has come out, huh?

A certain person turned his ears, and glanced at the little man at his feet who was eavesdropping:

"Officer Su, don't be so excited, I think, I can explain."

On the phone: "What else do you want to argue?"

Depend on!

The man bit his cheek: "Officer Su, do condemned prisoners still have a last chance to appeal?"

"Okay, you say."

Another deep meaning in the words is: I see you continue to make up!

"First of all, your son doesn't really stand under the sun, so he can cover even ten sun umbrellas.

Secondly, he needs to drink water for three minutes and fruit juice for five minutes. Do you think he still has a chance of heatstroke? "

Of course, Su Zhixiao didn't know the specific situation here, and now he heard what the man said, and swallowed the reprimand in his throat:

"Fu Jiyan, Congee Congee's physical condition, I think, I don't need to repeat it to you."

Children born in less than a month, even if all the data in the physical examination are up to standard, but once they really get sick, they will be more severe and urgent than other children born in full-term, and they will not recover so quickly.

These years, how precious is the Fu family raising children?

But if the old man is here, or Fu Feishen is there, there is absolutely no chance for someone to pull the kid out to bask in such a scorching sun.

To put it bluntly, Su Zhixiao was worried about his son's physical condition.

Of course, Fu Jiyan is also aware of this, and knows that this consequence is inseparable from himself:

"Understood, I will pay more attention."

Su Zhixiao is not the kind of person who catches and never lets go:

"Don't give him ice cold water and juice, ice cream and the like."

The little man doesn't know that his source of happiness will never be there again.

Of course Fu Jiyan has no objection:

"Well, besides this, is there anything else?" I really want to know.

"Yes, you can ask Big Brother or Xiao Tao, they should know better than you and me!"

There are not many people who are parents for this kind of sake.

Fortunately, the child was well taken care of by the old man of the Fu family and Fu Feishen, so Su Zhixiao could feel at ease and hand over his son to the Fu family.

Fu Jiyan lowered his voice, and spoke again. Before he could make a sound, the phone was hung up by the other side.

Tsk.

A certain person's complexion was naturally not very good, and the little man who was eavesdropping, also cleverly took two steps back, as if the person who eavesdropped just now was not him.

However, I didn't hear anything anyway.

"come over."

Fu Jiyan beckoned.

The little guy is a little cowardly:

"Father, is your name porridge porridge?"

"Now I know I'm afraid? Why didn't you realize it when you complained to your mother?"

This is it.

"Hurry up, come here."

Your own father has never been so patient.

The little man shrank his neck cowardly, and walked over in small steps.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, Fu Jiyan squatted down, and put a big hand on the little man's forehead:

"Is there any discomfort there?" asked.

That woman was so worried, Fu Jiyan didn't dare to be like before.

After all, although he never said anything about his son's premature birth, he felt very guilty in his heart.

It's not a child of another family, but this is my own seed!

Every time I think back to that scene back then, this little fart is just a little bit close, and it may not be saved, and it will wake me up from sleep.

This is true of being a father, not to mention how it feels to be a mother!