Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

A certain child was so excited that he shouted at the side:

"Come on, uncle! Come on, uncle! Uncle is the most powerful! Beat Dad!"

And his own father was being chased around by his uncle.

The elder brother is like a father!

So, it's not really that you can hide if you can't win.

Fu Da is good at it, and Ergou is not weak!

It's easy to breathe a sigh of relief:

"Brother, you can do it, just for the sake of a little brat, you actually domestically abused your own brother?"

Ah.

"Don't talk nonsense!

Get started now! "

It is impossible to take a shot. Someone turned over and went straight up the stairs:

"Don't fight, I'll go back to the study to deal with some things first."

People disappeared without a trace.

Downstairs, the little boy pouted when he saw that he had no choice but to purse his lips, obviously not having a good time.

Fu Feishen put down the sleeves he had just rolled up and walked over:

"Porridge~"

The pouting little man suddenly smiled:

"Uncle!"

He was hugged by Fu Fei deeply.

"Well, let's have breakfast."

However, before taking two bites, Fu Feishen received a call from his secretary and left.

At the dinner table, the children ate alone, at a very slow pace.

When the time was almost up, Xiao Si came in from outside:

"Little Master, it's time for us to go to school."

Going to school again?

The kids don't want to go.

Put down the dishes:

"Uncle Xiao Si, the porridge must go to Dad first!"

Xiao Si thought that the child was going to find Er Shao to take him to school.

"Good little master."

Continue to wait outside.

And the child, indeed, really got down from the chair, hummed and climbed upstairs by himself, and went straight to the study on the second floor.

squeak~

The study door was not closed, it was heavy.

Hearing the sound, someone who was dealing with the email raised his eyelids and glanced at him. Seeing that it was a little brat, he ignored it, buried his head, and continued to tap on the keyboard with his slender fingers.

"dad!"

The kid spoke up.

"What?"

The little boy had already run over, and then he climbed onto his father's lap and sat firmly.

Fu Jiyan probably rolled his eyes, intending to ignore the past directly, not thinking much about it.

However, obviously the child did not think his father meant this:

"Dad, what are you doing?" asked curiously.

"Work!"

As soon as one email is processed, there is another urgent one waiting to be processed.

The boy sighed and continued:

"Dad, why did you suddenly appear at home?"

"What? I'm going home, do you have an opinion?"

Opinions, definitely not.

The kid shook his head and asked again:

"Dad, can we go out to play?"

play?

"Go play by yourself!"

Didn't you see your father was busy?

You just don't have the slightest eyesight?

Well...

The little boy hummed:

"Dad, can the porridge go out to play with friends?"

friend?

Fu Jiyan's typing on the keyboard paused for a while:

"When did you have friends?"

Didn't you say you didn't have friends before?

The little man thinks this is a little weird.

"It's just been handed in not long ago!"

Fu Jiyan wasn't interested in his son's friendship, so he just asked casually.

After getting no response for a long time, the child's fat paws tugged at the neckline of his father's shirt:

"dad!"

Wow, I can hear that the child is angry.

Just then, there were two knocks at the door of the study:

"Second Young Master, it's time for the young master to go to kindergarten."

Fu Jiyan looked at Xiao Si at the door, looked at the little man in his arms, and finally looked at the time at the bottom right of the computer screen:

"Fu Zhizhou, you're going to be late for school!"