Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

wow~

The kid pursed his mouth and looked at his mother with aggrieved eyes.

It wasn't until his mother nodded that he lowered his head with a sigh.

The small appearance is quite good.

"Okay, you two hurry up and take a shower, I'll clean up this."

"Don't mess with it, just put it there, I'll clean it up later."

Su Zhixiao rolled his eyes:

"I don't need to wash the dishes or wash the pot. I have already taken painkillers before, so it doesn't hurt."

It's the most irritating thing to keep still.

Of course Fu Er was no match for his wife, so he could only agree:

"If you can't, don't be brave, you know?"

"Um!"

After that, the father and son went back to the room twice to get a change of clothes, and then went into the bathroom.

At the dining table, Su Zhixiao carefully and slowly packed the things on the table.

After packing everything, I took out a few wet paper towels to wipe the table.

After I was done, I went to the kitchen to wash my hands.

He waited for the father and son in the bathroom to come out, because only when they came out could he go in.

Men, the speed is relatively fast, unlike women, generally at least half an hour.

The two of them came out, wiping their hair, and their movements were very synchronized.

The two faces with a high degree of similarity, one big and one small, are really pleasing to the eye.

"Officer Su, do you need help?"

"unnecessary!"

"Are you sure? Keep the wound away from water."

It seems that Mr. Fu's face obviously has an expression of wanting to 'help others'.

Unfortunately, police officer Rensu refused without consideration.

"Need not!"

went straight away.

There were two men, one big and one small, and the young one clicked twice:

"Dad, Mom seems to dislike you!"

Hiss~

Brat, what are you talking about?

"Rub your hair now!"

Why are you talking so much?

"oh."

The kid snickered.

At night, it was almost eleven o'clock, and both mother and son were sleepy.

"Good night, Mom."

"Good Night, Darling."

The child said goodnight, and as soon as the words fell, he fell asleep.

His mother pulled herself together, got up, got out of bed,

In the study room, the man was wearing only a pair of pajama pants and was shirtless.

It looks like a wild wolf and very lazily sitting on the single sofa.

There was still a notebook on his lap, and he had a stern face and deep eyes.

Hearing the movement, he raised his eyes and looked:

"Why aren't you asleep?" He asked out loud.

Su Zhixiao stood at the door:

"Are you done yet?"

The man hooked his lips:

"Well, I'm a bit busy tonight, you go to bed first."

Of course, Su Zhixiao didn't want to disturb anything:

"Early."

"OK!"

The woman just turned around, but after a while, she came in with a glass of milk:

"Remember to drink it when it gets cold."

"Don't wait a while, drink now."

Put the notebook aside and stand up.

The tall man at 192 directly covered the figure of the woman.

"What are you doing? Let go."

"Don't let it go, just hold it for a while, can't you?"

As he spoke, he took the milk from the woman's hand.

Su Zhixiao can't help it, he struggles and can't let go, let him hug him.

Two minutes later, the man finally let go:

"Go and rest."

"Um."

. . . . . .

After the woman left, the man continued to sit on the sofa, typing on the keyboard with his ten slender knuckles.

After an unknown amount of time, in the dead of night, the cell phone thrown not far away vibrated twice.

The man stopped typing on the keyboard, reached out and touched the phone to see a message sent from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.