Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

When I left the gate of the pediatric emergency department, there was a strong gust of cool wind blowing towards my face.

Fortunately, I just took a blanket from the hospital to wrap the little man in my arms.

The paparazzi who were waiting outside immediately surrounded them:

Film Emperor Fu, are the children at home sick?

Is it serious?

.

Fu Jiyan didn't shy away from these paparazzi taking pictures of him, anyway, the little boy in his arms was very protective.

No big problem, just heatstroke.

Also, don't you all go to get off work?

It's more than twelve o'clock in the morning.

cough.

Speaking of which, paparazzi are also workers who run around every day to make a living!

As for the profession of paparazzi, there is no such thing as going to and from get off work.

If there is news, you have to follow it immediately.

24 hours on standby.

Every day, it is also wind, food and camp, exposed to the sun and rain.

For a while, he smiled wryly.

Fu Jiyan didn't continue to ask, just asked casually.

All the bodyguards outside have come over to separate the paparazzi.

After the child was carried into the car by his father, he couldn't hold back any longer. He tore off the blanket covering his head, his little face turned red, and he gasped heavily:

Dad~

He shouted resentfully.

The corners of Fu Jiyan's lips twitched uncontrollably:

Well, what? asked back.

The kid hummed:

I almost couldn't breathe just now.

Yeah?

right!

Then drink more water.

A small bottle of room temperature mineral water, the cap has been unscrewed, handed over.

The kid was indeed a little thirsty, and had spilled the water before, so he didn't have anything to drink.

At this moment, he took it bluntly and drank it with a gulp.

Originally, the medicine stinks to death, but it smells bad.

When the kid was almost drunk, he returned the bottle:

Dad, it's all right.

Fu Jiyan squinted his eyes, reached out to take it, screwed on the lid again, and then told Ah Ban:

Go back to the family courtyard.

yes!

It doesn't have to be fast.

Anyway, I'm not in a hurry, it's better to be steady.

Okay, Second Young Master.

Along the way, the kid didn't seem to feel much sleepy, and kept lying on the car window looking out the window.

Dad, can't Mom go home tonight?

Um.

pouted:

I miss my mother so much.

Fu Jiyan didn't respond, he was replying to his brother's message on WeChat.

Fu Da:

How do you take care of your child? Why are you in the hospital again?

Apparently, there is already Reuters on the Internet.

However, because of Fu Da's previous order, Weibo has been suppressing the heat.

Therefore, it didn't rush to the hot search all at once like the previous few times.

Fu Er:

Can you blame me for heat stroke?

Do you want to be so partial to one another?

After all, he is still your own brother!

Fu Da:

Won't you give the baby extra water every now and then?

Look, Fu Da's dad is really not kidding these years.

As soon as you hear that your child has heat stroke, you know that the adults didn't give you enough water to drink.

Fu Er:

Be careful next time.

Otherwise, what else can we do?

Things have happened, who has the ability to turn back time?

Fu Da:

Want to have a next time?

Next time, don't come back.

Hey, is this the rhythm of driving out of the house?

The corner of someone's mouth twitched a few times, and when he put away his phone, he saw that the little brat was actually eavesdropping.

Fu Zhizhou!

Sit down instantly.

Oh, Dad?

What about being a thief?

Be a thief?

No, Dad, don't talk nonsense!