Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

It is the child who speaks first:

"Mother!"

All with tears.

Su Zhixiao suddenly heard his son's voice, and when he looked up, he saw that his son was about to hold back and was crying.

He ran forward a few steps and took the water bottle from his son's arms.

It's not too light to carry.

How many kilos.

"Baby, why are you here? Also, what is this?"

The child gasped for a few breaths, but he was relieved:

"It's the watermelon juice squeezed by Grandma Feng, and the porridge is specially brought to my mother."

Su Zhixiao felt relieved, sweeter than drinking honey.

"Ah, is the porridge porridge specially brought to my mother? Thank you porridge porridge, my mother likes it very much."

The child laughed suddenly, quite embarrassed, and threw himself into his mother's arms.

Su Zhixiao held the kettle in one hand and hugged his son back to his workstation with the other.

Then he asked in detail:

"Baby, shouldn't you be in kindergarten?"

It's only two o'clock, so kindergarten can't leave school so early, right?

The little boy just reported to his mother screechingly, and he didn't miss anything. Even his father yelled at him and threatened him to wait. He told his mother one by one.

He was the only one who didn't mention the fact that he was doing damage in the study by himself.

Finally, when he arrived, his father gave him the kettle and asked him to carry it up to his mother.

The corners of Su Zhixiao's mouth twitched, and she wanted to punch someone a few times in her heart.

Why do you always bully your son like this?

"Damn, if your father dares to beat you, mother will beat him first!"

The sky and the earth are big, and the son is the eldest.

Husband, stay where it is cool!

The child was so happy that she didn't forget to jump down and pull her mother to sit down:

"Mom sit down, mother drink it quickly, the watermelon juice squeezed by Grandma Feng is delicious, so sweet and icy."

Su Zhixiao pinched his son's face a few times:

"Okay, good, mother drink, but mother can't finish drinking such a big pot, let's share it with uncles and aunties, okay?"

The children have no opinion:

"it is good!"

"Then you go over there and get the paper cups, count how many people there are in total, and take as many cups as you want, do you know?"

"Um."

After going back and forth in the office, I went back and forth a few times, and finally I figured it out:

"Mom, there are nine people."

"Are you sure there are only nine?"

The child was suspicious, and confirmed it again before nodding:

"Uh-huh!"

Su Zhixiao laughed and couldn't help scratching the tip of his son's nose:

"Baby, did you forget about yourself?"

Forehead?

This seems to be true.

but....

"Mom, I don't drink porridge. I've already drank it at home. Grandma Feng said I can't drink it any more. I'll have stomach pains."

"That's good, then go get a cup."

"it is good."

There are more than half boxes of paper cups in the corner. The child found one that had been opened, then counted nine cups out of it, and ran back to his mother.

"Mom, here are nine."

"OK."

Everyone in the office stopped their work and looked at the little man with a smile.

This little baby is too cute and sensible, right?

Real name envy!

I really don't know how Sister Su and brother-in-law Fu gave birth to such a cute little cute person?

cough cough.

How else can I live?

Aren't they all born that way?

Is it possible, is there any other way?

It's over, it's yellow.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, shake your head.

Here, the mother and son cooperated very happily. The child held the paper cup while his mother carried the kettle and poured watermelon juice into it.

"Mom, it's alright."

"Go, give it to aunt first."

Ladies first.