Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

And just when the children were about to continue, Feng Ming finally squeezed in:

"Little Ancestor, stop playing, okay? We should go back!"

go back?

"Don't, don't, don't go back for porridge and porridge, but also play, it's so fun here!"

How can it not be fun to burn RMB?

At this moment, the bodyguard appeared behind him at an unknown time and pulled Feng Ming away.

Um?

The kid recognized it:

"Uncle Afeng."

A Feng is President Fu's chief bodyguard and right-hand assistant, and he loves children from the bottom of his heart:

"Little young master, Mr. Fu said that he wants to play whatever he wants, but he only has ten minutes.

When ten minutes are up, the young master should go home and sleep.

Also, you can't drink any of these. "

After speaking, he waved to the person in charge of the clubhouse who was standing beside him sweating profusely:

"Bring a glass of white water over here."

"Yes Yes!"

The child climbed off the table by himself and looked up at A Feng:

"Uncle Afeng, is the uncle here too?"

Generally, if nothing else, there must be President Fu in the place where A Feng is.

It's just that there are too many people around the booth, and the children are limited in height and can't see the back.

A Feng nodded, and then glanced coldly at the group of bar girls wearing navel-baring outfits and lace shorts:

"You can go down."

A group of young ladies were shocked by A Feng's murderous cold eyes, and immediately retreated.

There were dozens of people in an instant, and the air was much fresher.

And the kid finally saw the person standing behind.

"Uncle!"

The little face laughed and ran over.

Fu Feishen picked up the child:

"Have you had fun?" asked.

The kid nodded:

"Well, uncle, there are so many fireworks here, so beautiful!

Then there's a lot of fog, but it's beautiful! "

Fortunately, the children are only concerned about the atmosphere props. Obviously, the children may not have seen them directly, let alone remembered the others.

Mr. Fu is still relatively pleased and satisfied:

"Well, if you like it, where did you get the card?"

Finally got the right question.

The child is a little guilty:

"That's right, I took it from the uncle's study.

Uncle, did the porridge porridge cost Uncle a lot of money? "

Fu Fei smiled deeply:

"No, not much, don't take it to heart.

Do you want to watch fireworks? "

Fireworks!

"want!"

All of a sudden, all attention was on the fireworks.

And this time, at the order of President Fu, the remaining fireworks that the children ordered before, plus Fu Feishen, added ten sets, all of which were thrown out at one time.

For a time, the entire bar was like a fairyland on earth, with a rain of colorful petals floating.

The child was lying comfortably in his uncle's arms, watching this petal rain:

"Uncle, let's go home, porridge is sleepy."

"Go to sleep, uncle holds you, let's go up and say hello to some uncles first."

"Um."

It didn't feel like three seconds before the child who was crying sleepy really fell asleep.

This human cub really doesn't need to take any responsibility!

Fu Fei put his arms around his little nephew and went upstairs.

A Feng hurriedly followed, and Feng Ming naturally followed.

The box door was opened again, and the people inside had obviously recovered a lot. The person who saw the next trip actually carried a little man up:

"Yo, where can I hold a child?"

Someone stepped forward and took a closer look:

"Isn't this your little nephew? How could he be here?"