Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

The mother and son moved very quickly. It took only twenty minutes to go up and down the stairs.

Su Zhixiao didn't dare to let his son go out so carelessly, so he found a mask and put it on, covering most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes.

Very good, it shouldn't be easy to be recognized this way.

There's no way, the kid's personal chat now has 600,000 followers.

It can be regarded as thirty-six lines away.

I didn't go very far, and found a private Chinese restaurant on the street not far from the city bureau.

The child is born weak, and his mother is still injured. Both the mother and the child can only eat some light food. Chinese food is the most suitable.

Mom, do you know that Dad is on a business trip again?

Sitting in the restaurant, the child asked aloud.

Su Zhixiao was looking at the menu when he heard his son's question:

Well, I know, what's wrong?

The kid frowned:

Didn't Dad quit his job?

puff.

That was before, you can't stop working all the time, right?

If you don't work, how can you support our little one?

snort.

The kid hummed:

I have an uncle!

Uncle knows how to raise porridge!

I don't care about Dad!

Su Zhixiao was almost so teased that he burst out laughing:

Baby, don't let your father hear what you say.

Otherwise, your little ass may have to suffer.

Although the child was raised by his uncle from childhood to adulthood, the living expenses and tuition fees are indeed paid by his father. This point cannot be denied.

You can't really give your son to someone else, can you?

Thanks for that?

Mother and son didn't order much, there were only three dishes in total, one meat, one vegetable and one soup.

Although it may seem like a small private restaurant, the taste is really good and the price is moderate.

While eating, a table not far from next door was suddenly lifted.

Crackling, bowls, plates, chopsticks, cups, etc. were all shattered all over the floor, and the diners around were shocked.

Looking along, good guy, there are five or six big flower arms.

What is this for?

The owner of the restaurant came out immediately, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he prayed silently in his heart: Don't fight, don't fight, the profit of the small shop is thin, but it can't afford to be smashed!

Although it is said that compensation will definitely be obtained after being smashed, it will definitely not be able to operate in the next few days, and if the other party has no money, it may not be how long it will take to get the compensation.

So, in general, the loss is still the boss!

It's no wonder that when he heard someone making trouble, he was so anxious that his forehead was covered with sweat.

What's the matter, brothers, if you have something to say, talk it out, talk it out.

Really humbled.

The five or six big flower arms actually caused friction with the guests at the other table, but I really can't blame others for being rough, it was purely caused by the guests at the next table.

What happened to the big flower arm?

What's bothering you? Or went to your house for dinner?

To actually start talking about it in front of others, even if the nose is not the same, what he said was ugly.

No wonder the big brothers are angry.

Generally speaking, big brothers don't care, okay?

But you pointed at other people's noses and said, what about being a saint?

The one just flipped, that is, the table next door.

The big brother in the big flower arm stopped the boss directly:

Boss, don't meddle in it, it has nothing to do with you.

this.

At the next table is a family of six people, two elderly people, and two middle-aged couples. The three women in this family were the ones who were talking vigorously just now.