Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

In the dining room, the father and son had a meal together.

Someone with a cleanliness obsession didn't dislike the dishes touched by his own son, so he ate them in big mouthfuls.

If you dislike it, you must dislike outsiders. How can your wife and son dislike it?

In the end, the father and son successfully cleared the dishes on the table. The child leaned on the chair, rubbing his chubby belly with his little hands, and hiccupping at the same time.

His father glanced at him before getting up and leaving.

"Where are you going, Dad?"

"Look at your mother!"

"Oh, porridge porridge is going too."

The chubby little guy immediately slid off the chair and followed his father.

upstairs.

The father and son entered the master bedroom, and Aunt Feng was preparing to come out with the packed dishes.

"The second young master is back?"

Fu Er looked inside, there was no one on the bed.

Of course Aunt Feng saw it and explained:

"Ma'am is in the bathroom."

I really didn't lose it.

Don't look so closely.

cough cough.

Aunt Feng smiled and left the room and went downstairs. A certain child was fine, but suddenly, her little face wrinkled:

"Dad, my stomach hurts so much!"

?

Fu Er squatted down, pulled the cub over, and probed the round belly with his big hand first, with the corners of his eyes twitching wildly:

"Fu Zhizhou, how much did you eat today?"

The stomach is full of goods, can it not hurt?

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

"Shut up!"

While yelling, he hugged the little man and went to the children's room next door.

The toilet in the children's room is a custom-made mini version for children, so you don't need to hug and pull the toilet, you just need to watch it by the side.

That's the smell, very smoky.

Fu Er's face was completely black at this moment.

It was the little man, with a relieved expression on his little face, and in the end, he looked very comfortable.

A few minutes later:

"Dad, it's all right."

Fortunately, the toilet is a smart toilet.

Fu Er endured and endured, and then wiped his own son's ass.

After that, the children clamored to take a bath.

A few words frantically muttered in my heart: my own, my own, my own.

As a result, after the father and son were both done, in the master bedroom, Su Zhixiao was already lying on the big bed, answering the phone.

Glancing at the father and son who were wearing the same style of bathrobe, they continued to talk on the phone.

The little boy ran over beeping, climbed onto the bed, and lay quietly beside his mother.

until the phone hangs up.

"Mom, who's calling?"

"You are Aunt Baiyu."

"Oh, Auntie Baiyu doesn't know how to work? Why do you still have to call and ask mom?"

"No, it's my mother's problem, I didn't explain it clearly in time."

The man came over now and sat by the bed:

"How's the wound?"

"fine."

"That's good."

"Have you invited Professor Zhu Jinmei to the Municipal Bureau?"

Of course, Bai Yu said this on the phone. Zhu Jinmei, one of the three legendary figures in the domestic forensic field, has reached retirement age a few years ago, but is still fighting on the front line.

Professor Zhu Jinmei usually travels all over the country. Many units want to hire people, but they can't find opportunities.

Unexpectedly, he was actually invited by the family to come to the city bureau.

"Well, otherwise, you can rest assured and cultivate yourself at home?"

In the final analysis, it is still for the sake of his wife's body.

As for whether you owe favors or not, that's easy to say.

Of course Su Zhixiao understands this reason:

"How long did you take me off?"

Forgot to ask before.

"There is no deadline."

"What?"

"When will you recover and when will you go to work again!"

"How can this work? A week at most!"

"impossible!"

a week?

It is impossible to release people even if they are killed.