Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

In the study room, the children behaved well at first, only looking but not touching.

But after that, it happened naturally.

All kinds of damage in it.

Books, document paper, envelopes, pens, and pen holders were thrown all over the floor.

The whole person climbed onto the big chair and jumped around.

Finally, he stepped on the desk.

Fortunately, the table and chairs are all made of solid wood, a child can hardly step on them.

Aunt Feng came up to look for someone, but when she saw this scene inside, her head grew dizzy:

"Young master, don't move, Grandma Feng will carry you down."

It's so high, don't fall.

Someone came, and the kid behaved again, obediently waiting for Aunt Feng to come forward and hug him.

"Grandma Feng, Porridge is waiting for Dad."

"Okay, okay, let's go down and wait, Grandma Feng just squeezed watermelon juice for you, do you want to drink it?"

"Yeah, yes."

go downstairs.

A large jug of freshly squeezed watermelon juice, the children drank two cups one after another.

Of course, this cup is not big, the kind specially for children.

If you want to drink again, Aunt Feng dare not give it.

The kid pouted, and in the end he didn't pretend to ask for it anymore, but he didn't forget to ask for it for his mother:

"Grandma Feng, Congee Congee is going to find Mom in a while, can I make a cup for Mom and take it with me?"

"Can."

Of course this will work.

The kid was overjoyed again, and followed Aunt Feng to the kitchen in a desperate manner.

Aunt Feng found a kettle, a big one that could hold two kilograms of water.

Most of the pot left in the pot must not be enough, there are so many people in the young lady's office.

Aunt Feng cut another big watermelon, peeled half of the skin, threw it into the juicer and began to squeeze it fresh.

The estimate was just right, the big kettle was full, and there was only half a cup left.

After this is done, the shower upstairs is also finished.

While wiping his hair, he came out.

I didn't see anyone, I thought the little boy was still in the study.

"Fu Zhizhou, get ready and leave immediately."

Before the sound finished, the eyebrows jumped.

How long have you been away?

The study is in a mess?

Who did it?

Searched around.

Even thinking about the toes, I can think of who did the shit!

There are no small animals that steal the house, so there is only a certain cub!

"Fu Zhizhou!"

Downstairs, the kid who was still in the kitchen suddenly heard his father calling himself, and ran out the door:

"Dad, porridge is here!" He waved his little hand.

Without even noticing, his father was already on the verge of rage.

"Fu Zhizhou, come up to me! Immediately!"

Um?

The kid shrank back, finally sensing something was wrong.

It is impossible to go up.

Are you not stupid?

It was Aunt Feng who came out with the kettle already covered, sighed helplessly, and said:

"Second young master, I will clean up the upstairs in a while, and the young master didn't do it on purpose."

Not intentional?

I don't believe it.

"Aren't you in a hurry? The juice for the young mistress has been made, and it should be put in the car, right?"

When it came to something for his wife, someone really restrained his anger:

"give it to me."

Coming down from upstairs, he cast his eyes on the guilty little man.

"Fu Zhizhou, wait for me."

I'm in a hurry now, so I don't care about you.

When I am free, I will have a good chat with you about "Stir-Fried Pork with Bamboo Shoots" whether it tastes good or not?

The kid hid behind Aunt Feng all of a sudden. He was very clever and knew how to ask for help.

Fu Jiyan snorted, and took the kettle that Aunt Feng handed over:

"Don't go? Then you stay at home."