Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

At the door, a figure leaned against the door and said faintly:

That brat ate too much junk food tonight.

Might be a little hot.

Hearing this, Su Zhixiao stood up, and at the same time glared at the man at the door.

The man expressed his innocence.

It’s definitely not easy to talk about anything in the room, so when you get out of the room:

So, why are you feeding him that junk food?

Sure enough, the questioning began.

Officer Su, this has nothing to do with me. The brat made the call himself. Well, you can go to the dining table and have a look.

See how much your son ordered with his mouth wide open.

Su Zhixiao looked suspiciously at the man in front of him:

Step aside.

oh.

But dare not let it go.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I really saw the thing with a large table at a glance.

Let's take a closer look, good guy, what about Chuan Chuan and Malatang?

Others, Lanzhou ramen, stinky tofu, cold noodles, barbecue

Fu! Ji! Yan!

Can you not be angry?

If she were to be any mother, she might not be able to calm down.

I was taking a shower at that time. He called himself to ask for these. Officer Su, you are so indiscriminate?

Su Zhixiao took a few deep breaths:

you

The man chuckled, stepped forward with one step, and was about to get up.

However, he was avoided by his wife.

Stand still, don't move!

Annoyed.

Tut tut.

Don't worry, I didn't let him eat much, just a little.

It's unreliable, but it's not that unreliable either!

Su Zhixiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes several times, and then pointed to a large table on the table:

You, deal with these, it's shameful to waste.

After speaking, he turned and went into the bathroom.

As for someone in the dining room, it was pretty depressing.

How can you throw any pot on your head?

Obviously that brat ordered it himself, okay?

Ah.

Isn't being a father just to take the blame?

Well, it's normal to blame your wife and son, and it's a common phenomenon in society now.

Of course, a certain master would not handle anything by himself, he only needed to put all the things on the table in boxes and bags, and the bodyguards had already received the news and were waiting outside the door.

It's dealt with.

The bodyguard reached out and took it:

Yes, Second Young Master.

Don't waste it, your young lady said, it's shameful to waste it.

The bodyguard's heart was sweating, and of course he said yes again and again:

yes!

boom.

The door closes.

Seeing that the bathroom door was still closed, he entered the study again.

Su Zhixiao was busy in the bathroom for a while, cleaned it up, and then took a shower and washed his hair.

After a while, of course I have to take good care of my skin.

I applied a mask, applied body lotion all over my body, and put on a nightgown.

Seeing that the laundry basket was already full of someone's changed clothes, her face twitched, she stretched out her fingers, and picked up the top pair of boxers.

Just, very speechless.

Wash this first, will it break your hand?

How much time can be wasted?

Have found several times.

A few times before, Su Zhixiao didn't say anything, and silently helped wash it.

But now, over and over again, it is really unbearable.

Throwing it back into the laundry basket, stepped out of the bathroom with slippers on, and rushed towards the study aggressively.

'click. '

The study door opened.

Fu Jiyan, is your hand broken or disabled? Can't even wash your pants?

After yelling, he saw the man sitting behind the desk with arms folded across his chest, looking at him with a half-smile.

And on the laptop screen in front of someone, there seemed to be several video calls connected.