Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

"They, shouldn't they be following me?"

Dimple narrowed her eyes and shrugged her shoulders at the same time:

"if not?"

Looking at it this way, the vigilance has indeed become a little bit worse. Along the way, no one was followed behind.

However, it's not a big problem, and I don't care much about it.

"It doesn't matter!"

Dill took back the phone, picked up the teacup again and drank:

"Okay, you said it doesn't matter, then I won't worry about it.

By the way, the king of the land asked me to bring it to you. "

A file package was handed over from the opposite side.

I saw that someone didn't open it to take a look, and took it directly:

"When will it be?" he asked.

"It's in a hurry."

In a hurry?

That has to be quick.

"Okay, I see, you will be in City C from now on?"

"No, no, no, I've finished my private affairs. I'll give you this thing. I'll fly back in the afternoon."

For people like them, they dare not really stay in country Z for a long time.

Well, you could get caught at any moment!

In general, it is still comfortable abroad, so you don't have to be so nervous all the time.

"In such a hurry?"

"Can this be my fault? I can't help it?"

Someone glanced, put down the teacup, and immediately rang the bell.

Soon, the waiter came in:

"Mr. Fu, what do you need?"

"Bring me the menu."

"OK."

In this kind of place, even the menu is very delicately made, the paintings outlined by gold powder and silver powder, and the name of each dish is inscribed by the master of Chinese studies.

The menu was delivered, and Fu Er immediately gave the menu to dimple:

"Eat whatever you want."

Dill is not polite:

"Success, it's quite rare for you to invite a guest once."

After all, they haven't seen each other for several years.

"Fu Zhizhou, come here."

The child didn't know what to explore outside at the moment, but when he heard his father calling him again, he ran back quickly.

"dad!"

His father beckoned:

"Come here, get ready to eat."

It's noon, it's already time for dinner.

After the children were seated, Dimple handed over the menu:

"Little porridge, see what you like to eat, order whatever you want, your father will pay for it today!"

Forehead.

The kid was stunned for two seconds, then decisively took the menu.

If you look at the good-looking ones in the album, you can click directly. As for the series of numbers on the suffixes of those dish names, you don't care at all.

At least, they are all four digits, and some even have five digits.

But, children who are less than four years old, how can they understand this?

Anyway, I chose it after looking at the beautiful pictures.

Of course, in the end, his father still eliminated a lot of things for him, only keeping two things.

It's not that I'm afraid of spending money, I just don't want to waste too much.

During the meal, Xiao Porridge and Dimple finally got acquainted, mainly because this uncle can tell stories.

Children, they all like to listen to stories, so naturally, they will please them.

As a result, when dimples are about to leave after eating, the children are reluctant:

"Uncle, why don't you go to our house to play!"

puff~

"Little porridge, are you inviting uncle to your house?"

"Hmm, yes, yes, yes, yes."

He squatted down again, stretched out his hand and scratched the child's nose:

"Uncle has received the invitation from Little Congee. Thank you very much. However, Uncle has something urgent to go back. When Uncle finishes his work, he must go to your house to play with you, okay?"

Why.

I saw Xiaopeng sighed very old-fashioned:

"All right."

Dimple still couldn't hold back, rua grabbed two handfuls of the children's hair before leaving.