Chapter 755: Male artist with two dimples when he smiles
Looking at the time, it was almost half past six in the afternoon.
Sitting up, he took a few seconds to get out of bed.
In the living room, the little guy was playing on the sofa, while his father was playing with the food just brought by the bodyguard at the dining table. Naturally, he noticed the figure here:
"woke up?"
Speaking of sleep, I didn't really slept for a long time.
Just over two hours.
But it's better than no sleep at all!
"Um!"
The child has gotten off the sofa:
"Mom Mom" ran towards his mother.
He picked up his son and hugged him in his arms. He was very tired and crooked a few times before putting him down:
"Okay, mom, go wash your face."
"Well, good mother, porridge is waiting for you."
"OK."
. . . . . .
During the meal, the case of the past two days was still discussed.
"Fu Jiyan, do you know that the shooting case at the auction house was also involved in the same shooting and murder case?"
Um?
"two?"
"Yes, and the two victims still knew each other. Once, they both stayed abroad. According to the information we have, one of them was a member of the YD organization when he was abroad."
YD again?
The man obviously frowned immediately.
During this time, has YD appeared a little too frequently?
After returning to God, he said:
"Has the murderer been caught?"
The woman shook her head while biting her ribs:
"No, it was obviously done by a foreign professional killer. This is no longer under the jurisdiction of our city bureau. G'an has taken over."
The man didn't say anything more:
"Are you still working overtime tonight?"
"No, you can go again tomorrow morning."
You can get a good night's sleep tonight.
Hope you don't call the police.
After the meal, Su Zhixiao cleaned up the dishes and dishes on the table. Of course, the little brat knows how to play all day long and can't stop for a moment.
And the man has been answering the phone for a long time.
Until Su Zhixiao came out after washing the dishes, someone's phone call didn't end, listening, it was like He Xing's business.
But the man didn't leave immediately, thinking about it, the problem wasn't too big.
I went to the bathroom and washed my face, and then of course it was time to put on the mask.
Leaning on the sofa, the kid who was playing well alone, crawled over from the sofa curiously, and looked at his **** face several times:
"Mom, what are you doing?" asked.
puff
"Oh, mom is putting on a mask, so your skin will be better."
Tell this to a little radish head, he will understand.
Curiously, he stretched out his small paw and touched it, then with a swish he retracted his hand and pursed his small mouth:
"So sticky."
Now I know that I dislike it, no one has let you touch it before.
Purely self-inflicted.
However, in the end it is real.
"Go wash your hands."
The child slid off the sofa at once, ran into the kitchen, stepped on the small stool, and turned on the faucet.
The water was flushed on the two little fat claws, but there was no sticky feeling.
At this moment, the baby's father can be regarded as having finished the phone call, and the dog skin plaster seems to be sitting beside his daughter-in-law.
Su Zhixiao glanced with half-open eyes:
"What happened?" asked.
The man shook his head:
"It's not a big problem, it's just that there was a problem with a male artist in the company, and Zhou Huan has gone to solve it."
"Who?"
Pure curiosity, mainly a little boring at the moment.
"Jing Yunhe."
"Ah, I know that he is one of the leading actors in "Zhao Hua Ling". He is quite handsome and has two dimples when he smiles?"
I didn't notice that someone beside him had sharp eyes at this moment.