Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Gu Qingmo caught the little man who was rushing towards him, and held it upside down in his hand:

Heavier a lot, tell uncle, what delicious food did you eat?

The kid giggled and laughed:

No no.

Are you sure you didn't eat something delicious? Then why did you grow so much flesh?

The child was lying in Gu Qingmo's arms, with his arms tightly wrapped around:

Fatty grew it by itself!

Okay, then it will grow by itself, where is your father?

Papa and Mama are upstairs.

Can Little Porridge help uncle lead the way?

Uh-huh.

. . . . . .

After Gu Qingmo finished the inspection, she directed her playful eyes at someone.

Really. I don't know how to describe it for a while.

Proper wife slave!

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the wound, and the stitches and gauze that were stitched up before are still in good condition.

As a result, Master Fu suddenly called Director Gu who was working in the hospital.

Forget it, taking people's wages is a matter of loyalty.

As the current family doctor of the Fu family, Gu Qingmo's annual fee is not low.

Gu Qingmo's family, starting from his grandfather's grandfather, is an imperial physician who specializes in treating the emperor's concubines. There are many secret prescriptions handed down from the court.

Of course, the Gu family is still headed by Gu Qingmo's father, and many secret recipes are only handed down to the patriarch.

Coming down from upstairs, Fu Er escorted people to the door.

Okay, Fu wife and slave, let's go here.

Tsk.

Gu Qingmo, what kind of nickname did you pick up?

Aren't you?

Get out!

Don't tell anyone!

Gu Qingmo laughed several times:

Are you going to Rongxi's place tonight?

Even Gu Qingmo has been notified, what exactly is Boss Rong going to celebrate tonight?

go.

No matter how bad it is, take some time to show up.

Two days ago, I bothered the boss once.

Sure, see you then.

Um.

It was nearly five o'clock in the afternoon, and the appointed time was seven o'clock.

No more, no less, almost the same.

After Gu Qingmo left, someone went upstairs to accompany his wife.

Anyway, no matter how his wife drove him away, she didn't drive him away.

It's annoying.

Fu Jiyan, go to the study and get me a book.

The doctor said to rest more.

Rest more doesn't mean sleep more. If you don't understand, just look it up online.

Well, I was rejected again.

stand up:

What do you want to see?

casual.

As long as you don't sleep, it's fine to pass the time.

Someone obediently went to the study room and came back with two books, one about military affairs and one about medical science.

Su Zhixiao took the thick medical book, and glanced at the one in someone's hand:

Are you interested in the military? asked.

good.

show me.

Want to see what's really cool?

Why do men like this in their bones?

Someone paused inadvertently before handing over the book in his hand.

Su Zhixiao probably turned a few pages, but was really not interested in reading further:

Repay you.

The man laughed out loud:

Sure?

if not?

Women really don't know that much about guns, cannons, rocket tanks, and the like, and they're not that interested.

After that, the couple read books quietly.

Until, around half past six.

The man closed the book in his hand, and looked at the time on the watch:

Honey, I'm going out and I'll be back soon, an hour at most.

Su Zhixiao raised his head:

Why tell me so much? When did I stop you?

sweat.

Isn't this a routine report!

Our master is still very self-conscious about this.