Chapter 639: You can't let anyone go if you beat him to death

At the restaurant, the father and son have a meal together.

Someone who is not obsessed with cleanliness did not dislike the dishes that his own son had touched and started eating them in big mouthfuls.

If you dislike someone, you will definitely dislike someone else. How can your wife and son dislike him?

Finally, the father and son successfully cleared the dish plate on the table. The child leaned on the chair, rubbing his little hands while burping his round belly.

His father glanced at him before getting up and leaving.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Let's see your mom go!"

"Ao, I'll go to the porridge."

The round little guy immediately slid down from the chair and followed his father.

upstairs.

The father and son entered the master bedroom two times, and Aunt Feng was carrying the tidy dishes and preparing to come out.

"The Second Young Master is back?"

Fu Er glanced inside, there was no one on the bed.

Of course Aunt Feng saw it and explained:

"Mrs. Is she in the bathroom."

Really not lost.

Don't look so tightly.

Ahem.

Aunt Feng smiled and left the room and went downstairs. A child was already fine, but suddenly, his little face wrinkled:

"Dad, your stomach hurts so much!"

?

Fu Er squatted down, pulled the little boy over, and took the lead in exploring the round belly, with his eyes twitching wildly:

"Fu Zhizhou, how much did you eat today?"

My belly is full of goods, how can it not hurt?

"Woooo... Dad... I'm going to get stinky..."

"Shut up!"

He shouted and hugged the little man and went to the children's room next door.

The toilet in the children's room is a specially customized mini version for children. You don't have to hold it and pull it off, you just need to be on the side.

It's that smell, it's very scented.

Fu Er's face was completely dark at this moment.

But that little man had a relief expression on his face, and finally, he looked very comfortable.

A few minutes later:

"Dad, OK."

Fortunately, the toilet is a smart toilet.

Fu Er endured it and then wiped his own son's little butt.

Afterwards, the children were clamoring to take a shower.

I was talking wildly in my heart: biological, biological, biological...

So much so that after the father and son were both ready, Su Zhixiao had already been lying back on the big bed in the master bedroom and was continuing the phone call.

He glanced at the father and son who were wearing the same bathrobe and continued talking on the phone there.

The child ran over dudu, climbed onto the bed, and lay quietly beside his mother.

Until the phone hangs up.

"Mom, whose phone number?"

"Your Aunt Bai Yu."

"Oh, does Aunt Bai Yu not know how to work? Why do you still have to call your mother to ask?"

"No, it's my mother's problem, and I didn't explain it clearly in time."

The man only came over and sat by the bed:

"How is the wound?"

"fine."

"That's good."

"You invited Professor Zhu Jinmei to the Municipal Bureau?"

Of course, I heard Bai Yu say this on the phone. Zhu Jinmei, one of the three legendary figures in the domestic forensic industry, reached the retirement age a few years ago, but now she is still struggling on the front line.

Professor Zhu Jinmei usually travels all over the country, and many units want to hire people, but they can't find any opportunity.

Unexpectedly, the person from my family invited me to the municipal bureau.

"Well, otherwise you can rest assured and cultivate well at home?"

After all, it’s just for the sake of my wife’s health.

As for whether to owe favors or not, it's easy to say.

Su Zhixiao certainly understood this principle:

"How long have you asked me for leave?"

Forgot to ask before.

“No deadline.”

"What?"

"When will you recover and when will you go to work!"

"How can this work? At most one week!"

"impossible!"

One week?

It is impossible to let anyone go if you beat him to death.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!