Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

In the bathroom, Su Zhixiao took the lead in washing his face with cold water, which made him feel much more refreshed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the clothes thrown in the laundry basket, and there was a bloodstain on the white shirt?

She twitched her brows, reached out to pick up the white shirt, and spread it out.

It was only then that I could see clearly that it was not just a lump, but there was still a lot of dried blood, especially on the sleeve.

Immediately, my heart went 'bang', and I didn't bother to take a shower, and went out of the bathroom with the blood-stained white shirt.

"Where is it hurt?"

The man who was tuning the TV channel on the sofa shook and turned his head slowly.

When I saw the white shirt in my wife's hand, I couldn't help feeling annoyed: Damn, I forgot to throw it away!

cough.

"It's okay, a little skin trauma." The tone was very guilty.

Su Zhixiao is neither stupid nor deaf, how could he not hear it?

Walking forward, the white shirt was thrown on the sofa, but his eyes were fixed on the person sitting on the sofa:

"show me!"

A little skin trauma?

What about fooling a fool?

If it was really a little bit, how could so much blood be shed?

For a moment, not only the eyes, but even the face became more serious, beyond doubt.

Someone hides a wrist behind his back and really doesn't want to take it out.

In the end, Su Zhixiao started directly, forcing his hands to the front.

Of course, before knowing exactly where the injury was, it was impossible to touch it casually. Only the one who held the man's big hand and looked threateningly in his eyes was successful.

A certain person was wearing this set of home clothes with open cuffs and trousers, and he put it straight up. Sure enough, the small arm was covered with white gauze, but the upper arm was not wrapped with white gauze. However, a scratch was very obvious. The outer layer has clearly begun to scab over.

Hiss~

"What's going on? Why are you hurt so badly?" asked again.

The man didn't move, and he didn't withdraw his hand. Instead, he comforted:

"It's really okay, little injury, don't worry."

Is it possible not to worry?

"Fu Jiyan, don't give me a second look and talk about him!"

Well.

The man is cowardly:

"Just, accident."

"Accident?"

"Well, the rear end was bruised."

These words were not fooled, the wound looked like an abrasion.

However, there was no rear-end collision. It was obvious that tens of millions of Bentleys were used to hit the Audi, and the Audi was turned 360 degrees on the spot. Well, the scratches were caused.

But, I will definitely not say this, even if I am killed!

Su Zhixiao checked the wound carefully, and found that there was indeed no bone or anything like that, and the wound was also bandaged with medicine, and the anger on his face gradually dissipated a lot.

"Why didn't you call me?" asked.

The man stretched out his intact hand and gently rubbed his wife's hair:

"Knowing that Officer Su is very busy, how dare you disturb such a trivial matter?"

joked.

Unexpectedly, the hand was slapped away.

"Small things?"

"Don't dare to disturb?"

"Fu Jiyan, who do you think I am yours? You didn't even notify me of such a big event?"

Very angry!

Even if you are busy with work, as a husband and wife, shouldn't you notify each other of such things as soon as possible?

The man drooped his head after being scolded, and didn't seem to have any intention of rebutting.

"I was wrong!"

He even offered to apologize.

Well, as long as you apologize quickly, my wife won't be able to scold me!

Sure enough, Su Zhixiao took a few deep breaths, didn't say anything to reprimand, and looked at someone's arm again:

"Does it hurt?" asked.