Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

hiss~

On the contrary, the children on the sofa fell down:

"Mom, porridge will be picked."

run over.

Then, he was stuffed full of celery by his father.

"Pick it."

Don't you mean you can pick it up?

I've seen a picker, but I've never seen someone who can pickle it so fast!

Su Zhixiao recovered, took the celery from his son's arms, and stuffed it into someone again:

"Pick!"

The pick was unsuccessful, so someone had to pick the celery silently.

It's that look that shoots at his own son from time to time.

Children are not afraid, there is a mother.

In the end, Su Zhixiao took his son back to the living room.

Both mother and son were sitting on the sofa, the older one was wiping his hair while the younger one continued to watch cartoons.

cough.

Looking at it this way, it seems that someone is really pitiful.

Resentment, grievance.

However, you can only continue to work obediently.

Finally, all the vegetable leaves have been picked.

"Wife, I'm done picking."

Su Zhixiao's hair was half dry, and he was preparing to blow a few times with a hair dryer:

"Where to put it first."

"okay."

I went to the kitchen to wash my hands and sat back on the sofa.

From the angle that his wife can't see, he kisses his son several times fiercely.

The kid moved straight to the side, but in the end, he was hooked.

"Stinky boy, just saw your old joke, didn't you?"

Forehead...

After struggling a few times, seeing no use, lie down directly.

"Dad, they don't have one."

No?

"What about when your old man is blind?"

Don't worry, your father's eyesight is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Su Zhixiao, who was blowing his hair, probably heard the movement behind him and looked back.

But he didn't say much, someone, just a bit of a vicious tongue, in fact, he never made a move.

So, let their father and son fight.

It can also enhance the feelings.

It didn't take long for my hair to dry out.

Put the hair dryer on the cabinet, tied a ponytail casually with the rubber band on the wrist, and went to the kitchen.

Today, it is rare to get off work so early, so I can make some food for my son.

After looking at the food I bought, I have already matched it up in my mind:

You can make tomato and egg soup, then stir-fry a broccoli, and then stir-fry chicken wings with king oyster mushrooms. You can stir-fry meat with celery, and cucumber and green bamboo shoots can be combined with shredded salad.

Exactly, four dishes and one soup!

Su Zhixiao doesn't usually cook by hand, so it's impossible to think how good the craft is.

Anyway, it can be cooked, and the rest depends on the will of God and luck.

You can't always order takeout, or go out to eat, right?

Adults don't care, children, it's better to eat less of the outside, which is not good for your health.

I just hope it doesn't roll over too much.

In the living room, someone didn't intend to stay with the little brat, so he got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Officer Su, do you need help?"

Su Zhixiao looked up:

"unnecessary."

That stuff, probably, is just a disservice.

Might as well not help!

Fortunately, someone still had self-awareness and didn't insist on doing anything. He leaned against the door and watched with a smile.

Su Zhixiao was very uncomfortable watching:

"Can you not stand there?"

"why?"

"An eyesore!"

Ah.

Do you know how many women out there can't even ask for a look from someone?

"That can't be!"

The answer is decisive enough.

hiss!

What else can Su Zhixiao do?

You can't be as shameless as someone, can you?

Keep peeling, only if someone doesn't exist.