Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

It was clearly a meaningful look, and the child sneered, and the ice cream cone in his hand became stale in an instant.

Another little hand stretched out:

"Just one."

I was so guilty that I lacked confidence.

"Oh? Are you sure about one?"

Could it be that I have a problem with my eyesight, and I can't see how many ice cream bags are in the trash can?

It's not impossible to make small calculations, but wouldn't it be better to destroy the corpse first?

The child caught his mother's gaze, and from the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the trash can not far away, took two deep breaths, and his little face also shriveled:

"Mom, I made a mistake just now, it's two that I've already eaten."

"So, with this one in hand, you've eaten three ice creams today, right baby?"

Um.

Responding in a very low voice:

"right."

The little heart was pounding.

Su Zhixiao put away the smile on his face and became serious. He took more than half of the remaining ice cream cone from the kid:

"Honey, did you forget the last time you had a stomachache?"

Standing in front of him was a little fellow who was barely above the base of his thigh, shaking his head again and again:

"I didn't forget, Mom, the baby was wrong."

The sparkling eyes looked at his mother flickeringly. Now, who can really bear to reprimand him?

"Stand still and don't move, mom will go to the kitchen."

Wrong is wrong!

It's not a mistake, just apologize again and you'll be done!

Su Zhixiao went to the kitchen, and when he came out, he held a small bowl in his hand, and in the bowl was the ice cream cone that had already started to melt.

It's such a big one, and it's not cheap to sell, so you can't just throw it away, right?

So, put it in a bowl first, and put the bowl in the refrigerator for a while, it won't break, and you can still eat it tomorrow.

The little guy has been reflecting on the spot for about two minutes. Seeing that his mother has not come, he is a little nervous and scared. I rubbed it a few times.

Su Zhixiao was about to blow-dry his hair, and the clothes on his body were dripping wet, making him really uncomfortable.

Who knew, the little guy jumped up from behind.

Gently pull the child in front of you with your backhand:

"What's wrong?" asked.

I saw the child's lips move several times before he said softly:

"Mom, porridge will never be there again, mom, don't be angry, okay?"

angry?

Not really angry, just worried a little more.

After eating two ice creams, this little guy might not have a good night.

Things have happened, what else can I do?

Of course, everything is prepared in advance!

Rubbed the little guy's hair:

"It's fine if you know you're wrong, go and play with yourself for a while, and mom will blow your hair."

"Um."

"Do you know if you feel uncomfortable and tell your mother in time?"

"good."

I don't know if the little guy has improved his physical fitness recently, but he didn't roll around in pain like last time, but just had diarrhea twice in a row.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the children were tired because they had diarrhea twice, so they had already gone to bed early.

Su Zhixiao simply cleaned the house, took a shower, and was about to go back to the room, when he heard someone outside the door holding a key to open the door.

Sure enough, within two seconds, someone was seen.

You don't need to get close at all to smell the alcohol smell from the other person.

Frowning:

"How much did you drink?"

The man was not so completely drunk, except that his body was a little weak, and his rationality was still intact, and he smirked at the woman in the room.