Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

He was dragged into the door by the little cub, and from a distance, he saw the pile of strange-shaped things piled up on the carpet not far away, like a chimney for fire in the countryside.

Dad, look!

Um?

The children excitedly pointed to the 'chimney' on the ground.

The corners of Fu Jiyan's mouth trembled slightly:

What did you pile? asked softly.

Yes, Dad, isn't congee porridge particularly powerful?

That's it, still great?

Fu Jiyan shook his legs, let go of his son's claws on his trouser legs, stepped forward, and squatted down.

Seeing this, the children also squatted down in a similar manner:

Dad, this is the castle of Porridge Porridge, and Mom is the princess who lives in the castle!

Wait, is this chimney a castle?

Fu Jiyan wondered if his eyes were hallucinating, but he looked carefully and carefully, how could there be any castle?

Isn't it still a chimney?

He stretched out his finger and touched it lightly.

Unexpectedly, the crumbling chimney collapsed with a 'wow'.

For a moment, the child's eyes widened.

The corners of Fu Jiyan's lips twitched stiffly, and just as he was about to speak, a child's loud cry of 'Wow' sounded in his ears.

Wow porridge's castle, Dad is a badass, he destroyed the castle!

The man raised his eyebrows a few times:

What kind of castle are you? I can look a hundred times better than you with my eyes closed!

Ah.

Wow~~ There was another burst of crying.

Okay, okay, don't cry, how about helping you make another one?

I saw the child crying while shaking his head constantly:

No! Just the one just now!

hiss~

Fu Zhizhou, do you think I'm you? That's why you piled up such an ugly thing!

Not only was the hard work completely ruined, but now it is also rejected by all kinds of people. The children couldn't help crying, and the boss was so sad.

Stop! Don't cry, you said, what should I do? Pay you one, ten new ones?

The little man shook his head again, sniffing:

No, not at all, as long as the one just now!

I really want to punch someone!

Then you can dream.

Absolutely impossible.

He didn't plan to coax the little kid patiently anymore, so he stood up and prepared to go upstairs to his room.

Unexpectedly, after the boy wiped away his tears, he ran directly to the landline, picked up the microphone and dialed a series of numbers skillfully.

The call was answered almost instantly:

Hello?

Mother!

Baby? Why are you calling mom at this time?

Su Zhixiao is only on the second night shift tonight, and then he has to work three night shifts in a row before he can rest for about half a day.

When his son called, Su Zhixiao was flipping through the files.

The child sniffled, and when he heard it, he cried again.

Mom, quickly bring the police uncle back and arrest Dad! He is a big villain!

A certain person who was halfway up the stairs suddenly stopped, then turned around and came downstairs again.

The kid didn't know that his father was behind him, and Balabala complained to his mother on the phone.

Su Zhixiao couldn't laugh or cry, but how did that smelly man provoke his precious son?

His son was so angry that he called and asked him to take someone to arrest his father?

cough.

Honey, where's your dad? Give him the phone.

The kid then turned his head and looked around, and when he saw it, he stood behind him with his chest crossed, staring at his figure with a half-smile, pouted his little mouth, and then handed over the phone:

Hmph, bad dad, here you are!