Chapter 639: You can't let people go even if you kill them.
In the restaurant, the father and son had a meal together.
Someone who is not good at cleanliness, but did not dislike those dishes that were touched by his own son, and ate them in big mouthfuls.
Disgusting must have disliked outsiders, how could the wife and son dislike it?
In the end, the father and son successfully emptied the dishes on the table, and the child leaned on the chair, rubbing his chubby belly with his little hands and burping at the same time.
His dad glanced at him, then got up and left.
"Where are you going, Dad?"
"Look at your mother!"
"Ow, porridge and porridge are also going."
The chubby little guy immediately slid off the chair and followed his dad.
upstairs.
The father and son entered the master bedroom, and Aunt Feng was preparing to come out with the packed dishes.
"Second Young Master is back?"
Fu Er looked inside, and there was no one on the bed.
Of course Aunt Feng saw it and explained:
"The lady is in the bathroom."
Really not lost.
Don't look so hard.
cough cough.
Aunt Feng smiled and left the room and went downstairs. A certain child was fine, but suddenly, her face wrinkled:
"Dad, my stomach hurts!"
?
Fu Er squatted down, pulled the little brat, and took the lead to probe the chubby little belly with his big hand, his eyes twitching wildly:
"Fu Zhizhou, how much did you eat today?"
The stomach is full of goods, can it not hurt?
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu better—"
"To shut up!"
He roared 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 need to hold the toilet, you just need to watch it.
It's that smell, it's very smoked.
Fu Er's face was completely black at this moment.
On the contrary, the little man had a relieved expression on his face, and in the end, he looked very comfortable.
After a few minutes:
"Dad, it's alright."
Fortunately, the toilet is a smart toilet.
Fu Er endured and endured, and then wiped his own son's ass.
Afterwards, the children clamored for a bath.
In my heart, I muttered a few words: my own, my own, my own...
So much so that after both father and son were done, in the master bedroom, Su Zhixiao was already lying back on the big bed and was answering the phone.
Glancing at the father and son who were wearing the same bathrobe, they continued to talk on the phone.
The little boy ran over, climbed into the bed, and lay quietly beside his mother.
until the phone hangs up.
"Mom, whose number is it?"
"Your aunt Baiyu."
"Oh, doesn't Aunt Baiyu know how to work? Why do you still have to call and ask mom?"
"No, it's my mother's problem, and I didn't explain it in time."
The man came over just now and sat beside the bed:
"How's the wound?"
"fine."
"That's good."
"You invited Professor Zhu Jinmei to the city bureau?"
This is of course what Bai Yu said on the phone. Zhu Jinmei, one of the three legendary figures in the domestic forensic field, reached retirement age a few years ago, but she is still fighting on the front line.
Professor Zhu Jinmei usually runs all over the country. Many units want to hire people, but they can't find the opportunity.
Unexpectedly, the family was invited to the city bureau.
"Well, otherwise you can rest assured and cultivate well at home?"
In the end, it's still for the sake of the wife's body.
As for whether to owe favors or not, it is easy to say.
Of course Su Zhixiao understood this:
"How long have you been on leave for me?"
Forgot to ask before.
"There is no deadline."
"what?"
"When will I recover and when will I go to work!"
"How does this work? A week at most!"
"impossible!"
a week?
You can't let people go even if you kill them.