Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

The study room on the second floor is very large, about 60 to 70 square meters. What is even more spectacular is the rows of books on the shelves in the study room, which is comparable to a library!

The office area is in the middle, which is the area where you enter the door.

Behind the desk, there are two safes.

Not long ago, I happened to meet Mr. Fu opening a safe.

In addition to the prepared emergency cash and a box of large yellow croakers that can be cashed out at any time, everything else is the company's documents.

ding~

The safe door popped open, and Su Zhixiao himself had already squatted down.

The cabinet was not much different from the last time I saw it. The cash, jewelry, and large yellow croaker hadn't been moved.

Of course Su Zhixiao didn't move, but turned over the documents in the safe.

Downstairs, the children stopped the game punctually when the hour was up.

"Sister Xiaotao, I'm not playing anymore."

"Good young master, I'll take it."

The kid nodded:

"Well, thank you, sister Xiaotao."

After thanking him, he ran upstairs.

However, when he got to the room, he didn't see the fucking figure.

"Mommy mommy?"

I even searched the bathroom and the cloakroom.

Finally, he came out of the room and went to the study.

The door of the study room is not closed, and under normal circumstances, no one will bother you. Except for the maids who come to clean the second and third floors every morning, they will not come up the rest of the time unless there is something to do. The areas with frequent activities are all in the same room. building.

So, when Su Zhixiao heard his son's voice suddenly, Su Zhixiao was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned his head, and saw the little guy had already thumped over.

"Mom, so you are here, and people are still looking for you everywhere." He said aggrievedly.

How could Su Zhixiao not know that his son was acting like a baby on purpose?

Putting down the documents in his hand, he hugged the little guy:

"Aren't you playing games?"

The kid snorted:

"Games are not fun."

Compared with my mother, what is the most fun game?

"Mom, are you looking for something? Porridge help you find it!"

Su Zhixiao shook his head, then stretched out his hand to rub his son:

"No need, mom just has a look, it's getting late, how about taking a shower and going to sleep?"

"don't want!"

Resolutely refuse.

"Why?"

"It's not sleepy!"

Sleeping hard when you are not sleepy is uncomfortable.

"Then what should we do? Or, you can play by yourself for a while, and then mom will look at these."

In this regard, although the child was a little reluctant, he agreed.

"All right."

After that, it was Huo Huo's father who had won those trophies over the years.

Su Zhixiao has gone through no less than 30 important documents, and there are no problems.

Going any further is just a waste of time.

Obviously, the things in this safe are of no use to him.

He shoved the things back into the cabinet and closed the door.

After getting up, he wandered around the rows of bookshelves.

I didn't pay close attention to this before, and I didn't realize that in the innermost row, 80% of the books on the bookshelves were about firearms.

There are even some military aspects, both at home and abroad.

I am very puzzled, after all, it is impossible for ordinary people to have so many firearms books in their homes, right?

There must be hundreds of copies.

Teacher Fu is very interested in firearms?

I took out a book at random and flipped through it. After flipping through a few pages, I found that there were obvious creases on the footer, and there were several crease marks.