Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

He was swayed by the little brat and pulled into the door. From a distance, he could see a pile of strange-shaped things on the carpet not far away, like chimneys used for burning fire in the countryside.

"Dad, look!"

Um?

The children can excitedly point to the 'chimney' on the ground.

Fu Jiyan's mouth trembled slightly:

"You piled?" asked softly.

"Yes, Dad, isn't porridge particularly good?"

That's it, great?

Fu Jiyan shook his legs, let go of his son's claws on his trouser legs, stepped forward, and squatted down.

Seeing this, the children also squatted down likewise:

"Dad, this is the castle where the porridge is piled up. Mom is the princess who lives in the castle!"

Wait, this chimney is a castle?

Fu Jiyan wondered if his eyes were hallucinating, but he looked at it carefully and carefully, how could there be a castle?

Isn't it still a chimney?

He stretched out his finger and touched it lightly.

Who knows, the crumbling chimney suddenly collapsed.

For a time, the child's eyes widened.

The corners of Fu Jiyan's lips twitched stiffly, and just as he was about to speak, the child's loud cry of "wow" rang out in his ears.

"Wow...the castle of porridge, daddy the villain, destroyed the castle!"

The man raised his eyebrows a few times:

"What kind of castle are you? I can look a hundred times better than you with my eyes closed!"

Ah.

"Wow~~" there was another burst of wailing.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, how about helping you stack another one?"

I saw the child crying and shaking his head constantly:

"No! Just the one just now!"

hiss~

"Fu Zhizhou, do you think I'm the old man? That's how you can pile up such ugly things!"

Not only has the hard work been completely destroyed, but now it is also disliked by all kinds of people. The children can't cry because they can't help themselves, and the boss is sad.

"Stop! Stop crying, you say, what should I do? I'll pay you one, ten new ones?"

The little man shook his head again and sniffed:

"No, no, just that one!"

I want to punch someone!

"Then you can dream."

Absolutely impossible.

I didn't intend to be patient with coaxing little kids or anything. I stood up and went upstairs to go back to the room.

Who knows, after the little brat wiped two tears, he ran directly to the landline, picked up the microphone and dialed a series of numbers skillfully.

The phone was answered in seconds:

"Hey?"

"Mother!"

"Baby? Why are you calling mom at this time?"

Su Zhixiao is only on the second night shift tonight, and after that, he has to work three consecutive night shifts before he can rest for about half a day.

When his son called, Su Zhixiao was looking at the documents.

The child sniffed and sniffed, and when he heard it, he cried again.

"Mom, bring the police uncle back and arrest Dad! He's a big bad guy!"

Someone who was halfway up the stairs stopped abruptly, turned around, and came downstairs again.

The child didn't know that his father was already behind him, and Barabara and his mother made various complaints on the phone.

Su Zhixiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but how did that stinky man provoke his precious son?

So angry that his son called and asked him to take someone to arrest his father?

cough.

"Baby, where's your dad? Give him the phone."

The little boy then turned his head to look around, and when he saw it, he stood behind him with his chest crossed, staring at his figure with a half-smile, pouted his mouth, and then handed over the phone:

"Hmph, bad dad, here it is!"