Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Except when I have a rest, I will come back to see the old man at home.

Not only Fu Jiyan, but also Su Zhixiao seldom came back here on weekdays, so the entire villa lived in the old Fu family, the eldest of the Fu family, and the younger great-grandchildren of the Fu family.

That is to say, this time the old man is still living in the nursing home, and Fu Feishen is going to go abroad on business again.

In the hall of the villa, the children were playing games with fried chicken excitedly, not paying any attention to the figure standing beside him.

Until the gamepad was suddenly snatched away.

Huh?

When seeing the person, the child's cheeks bulged with anger:

"Fu Jiyan, you pay me back!" he shouted anxiously.

Who knows, someone not only didn't pay it back, but also played it by himself.

The child jumped several times and failed to get it back, so he could only give up and stare angrily.

Someone played more naturally than his son, and killed all the monsters in a few seconds, pushed the tower, and cleared the level!

This smooth and smooth operation shocked the little guy, and there seemed to be a rare adoration in his eyes.

It's just that someone threw the handle aside after clearing the level:

"It's not difficult, it's boring!

Fu Zhizhou, don't you play these mentally retarded things at home all day long? "

The little man is very unhappy:

"Dad, you are not retarded!"

Gee.

"Not mentally retarded enough? By the way, you can't even clear such a mentally retarded game, Fu Zhizhou, don't you think you are a little stupid?"

Look, is this what a dad should say?

How can you say that about your son?

Besides, the children are only three years old, and they are not even four years old, okay?

"Come with me."

The man turned around and walked towards the dining room, while the child followed his father reluctantly, when he saw his father open the bag on the dining table:

"Dad, haven't you eaten yet?"

Fu Jiyan has already sat down:

"Well, you didn't eat?"

The little man hurriedly said:

"I have eaten porridge a long time ago."

Who knows, someone stretched out a big hand and carried his son to the chair beside him to sit:

"Eat more."

Forehead?

As soon as the lid of the disposable lunch box is opened, the smell of a pot of stew comes to the face.

The man's face and eyes were filled with unconcealed disgust.

Even the finely carved little man next to him had an expression of disgust very similar to his father.

Father and son are quite alike in one thing: their mouths are picky.

"Dad, if you're not hungry, can you not eat the porridge?" The strands of hair were refusing.

However...

"Can't!

Fu Zhizhou, do you know where these meals come from? "

How can children know?

Shaking his head.

The man smiled meaningfully:

"Ms. Su gave it, are you sure you don't want to eat it?"

"Ah? Did Mom make it? I want to eat the porridge, Dad, please fill it with porridge!"

The longest road that Xiao Porridge has traveled over the years is none other than his own father's routine.

Fu Jiyan didn't explain that these dishes were only made by the city bureau's cafeteria, but they were brought back by himself. Seriously, they really weren't given by the baby's mother.

The father and son disliked it, and even if they thought it tasted weird, they insisted on dividing the meal and finished it.

The child's concentration is not as good as the adult's. After eating, he hurriedly took a few gulps of the juice next to him.

As for Fu Jiyan, there was basically no expression on his face.

Isn't it just a cauldron, so what?

sweat...