Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

It depends on whether your mother will listen to you after knowing the reason?

If it's other things, it's certain that your mother is protecting you, but now that you are sick and don't take medicine, that's not necessarily the case.

On this point, Fu Jiyan thought he knew his wife very well.

Therefore, I have no fear at all.

Aban, come and give me a hand.

Okay, Second Young Master.

Now, a certain kid is no different from a fish on the chopping board, he can't move his hands and feet, his chin is caught by his father's two fingers, and he can't move his neck even if he wants to.

Then, the small mouth was forcibly opened, and the bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Liquid was about to be poured down directly.

Fortunately, Director Jia next to him spoke out in time:

Young Master Fu, you can't do this, you will choke on the young master.

Children's throats are inherently thin, and if they choke, accidents are easy to happen.

Fu Jiyan was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncomfortably before he moved, and then asked softly:

What needs to be done?

Director Jia made gestures:

In this way, it can be done diagonally, and the speed can't be too fast.

Someone nodded:

good.

For a moment, the entire ward was filled with the cries of children, which was miserable.

However, his father was still unaffected and continued to pour.

Until, a bottle of potion was poured down.

A Ban handed over the already cold and warm water in time, and Fu Jiyan was about to feed the cub after taking it.

Then, most of the glass of water was thrown out directly.

I don't drink, you go! I don't want you! Bad dad!

Whoo!

Fu Jiyan's pajamas were wet in the front, and when he stood up, his eyes sharpened instantly:

Fu Zhizhou, try to make trouble again!

Get used to it!

Forehead.

The kid's face was full of tears, saliva and snot. He raised his head and looked at his father pitifully.

In the final analysis, it is still cowardly.

Dad seems really angry?

You poured a glass of water all over your dad's clothes, what do you think?

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

After calling twice in succession, he hugged his father's waist again, and buried his little head in his father's stomach.

No matter how big the anger was, it almost dissipated at once.

He stretched out his arms to hug the little boy, and at the same time asked the doctor beside him:

Director Jia, we can go back now, right?

Well, yes, don't forget to feed the child more water when you go back.

Fu Jiyan nodded:

Okay, trouble.

It should be.

After entering the elevator, Ah Ban received a message from his companion:

Second Young Master, there are quite a few paparazzi outside the hospital.

Really, dedicated enough?

Fu Jiyan glanced at the little man in his arms, and then pressed the little boy's head into his arms:

Fu Zhizhou, don't show your head before getting in the car!

oh.

With a ding, the elevator door opened.

Sure enough, a lot of people were already blocked outside the door.

There are family members, and many children.

This, in the face of adults, you can leave with a cold face and ignore it, but with a group of children, you can't do it.

Wow, uncle, are you a real uncle? I saw you on TV!

Yes, I've seen it too, and I've seen it several times!

A-Ban was protecting the father and son, but it wasn't really protecting them, he was just clearing the way ahead.

Come on, Rang Rang, Rang Rang, thank you.

When Fu Jiyan passed in front of the group of children, he stopped, and then smiled at the children:

Goodbye, rest early.

Good uncle.

Goodbye, uncle.

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This article is purely fictitious!