Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

When he spoke again, his voice became colder by several degrees, without any emotion at all:

Call the police! Slowly spit out two words.

Um?

Aban didn't understand:

Second young master, do you just call the police? asked.

Ah.

Call the police, let me control the person first, don't let her have a chance to slip!

Understand?

Aban instantly understood:

Yes, Second Young Master, I'll call the police right away.

Well, ma'am, how is it now?

The tone that was still cold just now, when he was concerned about his wife, the temperature suddenly rose.

Ma'am, she was very angry and slapped Miss Nan twice on the spot.

Nice job!

What else?

Gone.

It's not the shrews in the vegetable market, can they still pull their hair and wrestle with each other?

Two slaps are just a small interest.

After that, is the real home field.

I'll get on the plane right away. I'll get off the plane in about two hours. Within these two hours, Ah Ban, I want everyone in the Nan family to have no chance to go out of the northern Beijing area!

Aban had a flash of light:

yes!

. . . . . .

In the family building, the mother and son certainly don't know about the phone call at this moment.

After entering the door, I wanted to put the child on the bed to sleep.

However, the little man just didn't let go.

After opening his eyes, he cried even more:

Mom hugs, mom hugs porridge porridge, wow.

What can a mother do?

Okay, okay, don't cry, mom is holding you, okay?

Only then did the kid put away his tears, and rubbed his little head in his mother's arms several times:

Mom has to hold the baby all the time. She whispered.

Knowing that the child was frightened, of course he agreed directly:

Okay, mom promises you.

Hearing this, the child felt relieved and fell asleep again.

And this sleep was the kind that didn't wake up for two hours.

During this period, Su Zhixiao stood in front of the window with the child in his arms, changed hands several times, his arms were sore and numb, and he did not secretly put the child down.

A few minutes before eight o'clock, the door lock of the living room was turned a few times, and a few seconds later, the door opened, and the figure of a man appeared at the door, and then entered the door with a suitcase.

All the lights in the house are on, there is no one in the living room, no one in the dining room, and no one in the study, so it must be in the room.

Wife~

He didn't hear the answer, and raised his foot towards the room.

The door was not closed, there was a big gap left, and when I pushed it open, I saw a figure standing in front of the window, a woman holding a sleeping child in her arms.

He stepped forward in two steps, wanting to take the child.

But was avoided by the woman:

What are you doing?

Forehead.

Give him to me. You just had the stitches removed from your wound today, so you can't hold him.

Need not!

What's the use of talking now?

It has been hugged for so long, and the wound has long been torn open.

The man frowned, smelled a bloody smell very sensitively at the tip of his nose, and bowed his head instantly.

Sure enough, there was already a pool of bright red blood dripping on the floor.

Hiss~

Wife, be obedient, give me the child, I'll hug him, your wound is bleeding!

I said no, with such a little blood, you won't die.

Don't you know that the wound is tearing and bleeding?

Promised children is one of the reasons.

The second is self-punishment.

Fu Yingdi's eyes narrowed slightly at this moment, and he didn't know how to do it. With one hand, he grabbed the little boy and held him firmly in his arms. With the other hand, he forcibly embraced the woman:

Lie down first, I'll take a look at the wound.

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