Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Tsk.

"Which other woman doesn't want to tie a man to his belt all the time? Dear police officer Su, you are very confident and bold with your man?"

The man opened his mouth quietly.

No matter how you listen to the tone, there is a strong sense of complaint.

Su Zhixiao was quite speechless, rolled his eyes:

"Isn't it good to give you freedom?"

"not good."

The man answered decisively.

It was a woman, who stopped turning the pages of the book, looked over formally, and asked:

"Why not? Don't all men yearn for freedom?"

hum~

"It's someone else, I don't care.

I don't need it anyway! "

The earthy taste of the saying is 'Since I met you, I don't want those so-called freedoms anymore! '

How good is it to be under control?

Whether it is physically or mentally, there will be a sense of stability.

Su Zhixiao's mouth twitched twice:

"Aren't you going to go out? Still not going?"

The implication: Hurry up, don't ink!

. . . . . .

Someone who was 'kicked out of the house' by his wife finally went downstairs and got into the car waiting in the front yard.

"Go to MG."

"Yes, Second Young Master."

In the back seat of the car, someone was leaning lazily on the back of the chair, propping his chin with one hand, and for some reason, the curve of the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious, and his whole face was full of smiles.

Aban glanced secretly from the rearview mirror, and his tense scalp instantly relaxed a lot.

Well, it can be seen that Er Shao is in a very good mood today!

So, don't care how cold it is outside and how you reject people thousands of miles away.

Once home, it makes no difference.

The wife is happy, and everyone is happy.

If my wife is unhappy today, she will never laugh.

The car arrived at the place quickly all the way:

"Second Young Master, we're here."

Only then did the man in the back seat restrain his smile a bit, his brows and eyes were already a bit sharp, he hummed, opened the door and got out of the car.

What a chameleon!

After getting off the car, he was about to enter the door.

Suddenly, there were sounds from the other side of the parking lot.

Aban glanced:

"Second Young Master, there are fights over there."

Only then did Fu Er take a look around, and saw the lion's head dyed golden at a glance.

md, who else could it be if it wasn't Jinbo?

And, like last time, they were still besieged.

In an extremely disadvantaged situation, of course life-saving was the most important thing, so Jin Bo took out a dagger from his pocket.

Here, a cold light flashed from Fu Er's brows and eyes, and he said to Aban:

"Go and help."

Aban was suspicious:

"Second Young Master, do you want to help that little yellow hair?"

"if not?"

In a one-on-six situation, isn't it obvious who needs help more?

A-Ban nodded, and led a few brothers over.

However, my heart is still full of doubts: Who is that little yellow hair?

Jin Bo thought he would either be 120 or 110 this time.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed suddenly.

Jin Bo didn't even come back to his senses, the six opponents were all dealt with by the bodyguards.

Forehead?

"elder brother"

As soon as Jin Bo spoke, Aban hissed quickly, and then pointed to the other side with his eyes.

If Xiaohuangmao really has anything to do with his second young master, he wouldn't dare to take the word 'brother'.

At the back door of the MG Club, Fu Er and two bodyguards did not go in, and they were still standing there.

Judging from the figure alone, it is the kind that ordinary people can't afford to provoke.

Of course Jin Bo recognized the figure over there:

"Little Fu?"

A certain person was leaning against the waist-length railing at the moment, when he heard Jin Bo calling him, he raised his eyelids, and then stretched out his hand, making a beckoning gesture.