Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

the fact is

The child was carried downstairs by his father, and then thrown into the back seat of the car. He listened to his father's order to the bodyguard:

Xiao Si, take him to kindergarten, and don't forget to take him to have breakfast on the way.

Yes, Second Young Master.

Obviously, he didn't plan to send his son to school in person.

Turn around and enter the gate of the family courtyard, then go upstairs.

After entering the house, go straight to the room.

Although Su Zhixiao fell asleep again, he could still feel if there was anyone beside him. He opened his eyes and tried to see clearly:

Fu Jiyan, didn't you send your son to school?

Why did you come back so soon?

It doesn't feel like a few minutes!

This feeling is indeed true.

Someone send him there!

He hugged Ren'er in his arms again, and put a long leg on it.

Su Zhixiao snorted lightly:

It's heavy, take it down.

Is this heavy? Then.

Just halfway through the words, his mouth was already tightly covered by his wife.

Shut up!

How can you not know that this guy is not serious when he speaks?

The man raised his lips, stretched out his hand and easily removed the hand covering his lips, not forgetting to kiss him.

Su Zhixiao can be inspired.

Fu Jiyan!

Do you like calling your husband by his name so much?

Su Zhixiao closed his eyes:

If you can't sleep and feel flustered, go downstairs and run a few laps. Don't disturb my sleep.

Who said I couldn't sleep, I didn't sleep for three hours last night.

Um?

You don't sleep at night, what are you doing?

puff~

The man snickered:

What can I do? It's not that the brat is too weak, he can suffer from heat stroke even if he is doing well.

Heatstroke?

Well, I went to the hospital and came back at one o'clock. Then, he asked me to tell him a story!

It's just a dream!

Do you think your dad is the kind of person who can tell stories?

Su Zhixiao laughed a little:

You talked?

without!

Then, he cried.

Being a mother may be very speechless, right?

Look at these dudes?

Is it your own?

Fu Jiyan, can't you tell him a story? Tell him according to the storybook, won't you?

Don't kids love listening to bedtime stories?

When I was in the old house, I would never fall behind for a night.

So much so that it becomes a habit.

The man cut his voice:

Why do I have to tell him stories? Just because he is my son?

This, for a while, really couldn't find a reason.

never mind.

Did you deliver supper to the criminal police team last night?

Aban ordered it, and he also sent it.

Isn't that what you ordered, and Ah Ban will do it?

The corner of Su Zhixiao's mouth still smiled involuntarily.

The man asked aloud:

not going to work today?

Yes, you don't need to check in, you can go there later, what time is it?

Eight o'clock.

Then I have to catch ten o'clock.

Well, go to sleep, I'll call you when the time comes.

At nine forty, the man got up from the study and went back to his room.

Squatting beside the bed, first he poked his wife's face with his fingers in a 'bad' way.

After that, he pinched the tip of the woman's nose even more viciously.

Feeling unable to breathe, Su Zhixiao suddenly opened his eyes.

A certain person quickly let go of his hand, and stepped back in time, narrowly avoiding the kick from his wife.

Fu Jiyan!

cough.

Honey, it's nine forty, why don't you get up?

hiss~

Su Zhixiao didn't have time to argue with someone, so he sat up, lifted the quilt, got out of bed and ran outside.

As for someone, of course he went back to the study.

Otherwise, he should have gone to the company a long time ago, just to wake up his wife at some time, no, he released the pigeons of Manager Zhou again.

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