Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Twenty minutes later, the airport staff came and knocked on the door:

"Mr. Fu, your flight is ready to board."

Zheng Bingyang hurriedly got up and dragged his luggage:

"Brother Yan, boarding the plane."

Fu Jiyan opened his eyes, his sharp eyes swept around the circle, and in a flash, he regained his indifference:

"Yeah." He answered in a low voice and stood up.

With three-dimensional facial features and a perfectly tailored suit, just this one stop is full of abstinence, and the female airport staff who recruited to notify the boarding staff stared in the eyes.

Zheng Bingyang pulled the suitcase, stretched out his hand and waved in front of the girl, and finally recovered:

"Sorry sorry."

It's not the first time this kind of thing has happened, it happens often, and I'm used to it.

It's just, I didn't expect that because of the itinerary exposure, even the VIP channel was blocked. Many fans bought tickets for the same flight, and in the first class, they were almost wrapped up by fans, and now they are blocked on the VIP channel. Yes, that part of the fans who bought first class tickets.

"Hello Brother Yan!"

"Hello, big brother!"

Although the fans blocked the passage, it was not too much.

Fu Jiyan glanced at these young girls, and stopped at his feet:

"You don't go to school? Don't you go to work?"

Otherwise, why are you so busy?

Very good, the poisonous tongue of Fu Daying has started again.

"My school will have a three-day holiday from today. Recently, it is a period of high incidence of pink eye infection. Brother Yan, you must pay attention!"

"Pink eye?"

"Yes, the eyes are red and the tears are constantly shedding. I heard that many people have been infected. Basically, all primary and secondary schools and kindergartens are on holiday."

Fu Jiyan immediately thought of that little brat from his own family, and was thinking of calling home in a while to ask, his brother's phone number had already been called from abroad.

"elder brother?"

After making a gesture of silence, the fans immediately quieted down.

"Is the porridge school on holiday?"

It seems that Mr. Fu, who is abroad, has also received news of the high incidence of pink eye infection here.

It's just that Fu Jiyan really doesn't know whether his son's kindergarten is on vacation or not.

"I don't know, I heard it was released."

On the phone, Fu Feishen was obviously angry:

"I heard? That's your own son. How did you become a father? Where are you now?"

President Fu, who is known for his steadiness and calmness all the year round, roared.

"Airport."

"What are you doing at the airport? Going out again? Who will take care of the porridge?"

Fu Jiyan didn't want to hide anything from the fans, in fact, he really didn't care what the fans thought.

Therefore, without walking away at all, fans who are close to each other can basically hear the conversation with the phone.

"His mother doesn't go to work today, she can take him."

"What about tomorrow? Who will bring it? Can you come back tomorrow?"

"No! Send it to Grandpa."

Other than that, there doesn't seem to be a better way.

After all, once his mother goes to work, she is busier than his father.

On the phone, no matter how worried Fu Feishen was, he couldn't fly back to China immediately.

"I'll call grandpa."

"Um."

When the call ended, the nearest female fan, who seemed to be sixteen or seventeen years old, looked at Fu Jiyan, and whispered a child's name from her mouth:

"Porridge porridge?"

The voice was so small that Fu Jiyan could hear it clearly because of his good ears.

From this, it can be seen that there is no malicious intent.

Fu Jiyan smiled at the little girl:

"Yes!" He directly admitted.

As for the other fans, they are all dumbfounded.

It wasn't until Fu Jiyan and Zheng Bingyang were far away that someone asked the little girl curiously:

"Hey, what did you just tell Brother Yan?"

The little girl also laughed:

"It's nothing, let's go, the plane will fly away in a while."