Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

However, comrades in the police are actually gossiping like this?

Of course, the police are mortals too!

Su Zhixiao shook his head lightly, and silently turned a corner from the side, so as not to meet him head-on, which would be too embarrassing.

As for the current fate of the Nan family, there is really no sympathy at all.

If you have to say it, let me describe it in one word: self-inflicted!

Leaving aside personal grievances, who in the circle doesn't know a thing or two about what the Nan family has done these years?

When the old man of the Nan family was here, the Nan family was fine, but since the death of the old man of the Nan family, the Nan family has gone downhill visibly with the naked eye.

He has no business acumen, is stupid, has soft ears, and actually listens to an old woman at home!

What can this old woman know?

As long as they are smarter, it is impossible to defeat the Nan family as they are now.

. . . . . .

After Su Zhixiao went to work, both father and son got up.

At the strong request of the children, Aban came to send the clothes back to the old house for cleaning in the middle of the night last night, and sent them back this early in the morning.

After washing up and having breakfast, the father and son changed clothes in the room at the same time.

Soon, the parent-child outfits were worn on the two of them. The clothes and pants were exactly the same, and even the faces were so similar. Isn't it just an enlarged version and a reduced version?

"Father, porridge is ready." The voice was a little buzzing.

His father's scalp instantly went numb:

"Fu Zhizhou, do you have a cold again?"

The kid shook his head:

"No!"

"There is no buzzing at all?"

"Yeah, I have a sore throat."

really!

Originally, it was his father who went to Fu's, and then sent the little man back to the old house first.

Now, the time to go to the company can only be postponed, and the kid must be sent to the hospital to have a look.

Every time, as long as the little boy had the slightest sign of getting sick, his father would be terrified.

Who makes it the lowest end of the biological chain at home?

The child is disobedient, it's the father's fault!

If the child is sick, it is the father's fault!

Anyway, it's not just once or twice.

Grandpa hurried downstairs and got into the car.

In the back seat, the kid is in good spirits:

"dad!"

"Fu Zhizhou, shut up and stop talking, okay?"

It hurts to hear that buzzing voice.

Only then did the kid shut up obediently, and Ah Ban drove the car so fast that it took him twenty minutes to reach the hospital.

It's a traffic jam in the morning rush hour!

In the hospital, Gu Qingmo waited at the door again ahead of time, and only stepped forward when he saw his father get off the car.

"Little porridge, good morning."

"Morning, Uncle Gu."

"That's uncomfortable?"

"Here, the throat." He said and pointed.

Gu Qingmo hugged the child up:

"Okay, Uncle Gu will show you when he goes in."

"Then, Uncle Gu, can you not take medicine or get injections?"

Thinking about it makes me terrified.

Gu Qingmo smiled:

"Well, we can only make a conclusion after uncle has seen it. If it's not serious, it's unnecessary."

The children don't know whether they should be completely relieved.

Go upstairs to the office.

"Come on, sit down, Uncle Gu, let's listen to our porridge belly, okay?"

"Um!"

As long as it is not an injection, anything is fine, and they cooperate very well.

After listening for a while, I took off the stethoscope and picked up the cotton swab again:

"Come on, open your mouth, ah~"

"Ah~~"

"Okay, you can close it."

Fu Er, who had been silent all this time, asked:

"what's the situation?"

"No big problem, just a little inflammation of the tonsils, not serious, let's drink some granules first.

These days, I have to avoid eating. "