Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

After Xue Yiluo left, Aban said:

Second young master, does this woman have something for you?

No way, I have seen a lot of this way.

Unexpectedly, the man in the back seat smiled and shook his head:

Miss Xue is not interested in me.

Aban was obviously curious:

Then she just returned

The man in the back seat slowly flicked his wrinkled cuffs before slowly answering:

Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.

Miss Xue just made a very correct choice!

Her old club was just a studio run by a third-tier artist, so it really wasn't good for Xue Yiluo's future development.

So, simply use this flower presentation to ask for a chance to enter the Harvest Bank.

It has to be said that this woman is very smart and is very good at avoiding her own advantages and disadvantages.

Of course, there must be someone with strength who dares to go to Teacher Fu in a serious manner and recommend himself.

Okay, it looks like I've misunderstood.

The man pushed open the car door and stepped on the ground with one long leg:

Go back and rest, you should be fine today.

Yes, Second Young Master.

After getting off the car, he went straight to the unit building.

I didn't go downstairs until noon.

Probably after sleeping, he recovered a lot and shaved his beard. He walked to the door and received the food delivered by the bodyguard. It was twice as much as yesterday. Obviously, it was for two people.

With one hand in his pocket and the other hand carrying the food box, he went up to the office building, walking in the courtyard, looking very comfortable, as if this is his own back garden!

When he reached the back door of the big office, he knocked on the door. Su Zhixiao, who was not far away, heard the movement immediately, and turned his head to look.

Looking at the food box in someone's hand, he knew that this person was bringing food to him, so he got up and came over.

When did you come back?

About eight o'clock.

You haven't eaten yet?

Otherwise, why did you mention two boxes?

Smart, so, Officer Su, do you want to have lunch together?

Su Zhixiao glanced at the people left in the office, there were quite a few, and then nodded in agreement:

Go over there.

I don't want to share lunch with someone in front of my colleagues. I ate in the cafeteria before. When has this person not made a fuss?

Anyway, there was no one in the forensic room.

OK.

Before leaving, I still told my neighbors that if there is an emergency, come and call me in time.

After that, the couple entered the forensic office one after the other.

When setting the table, Su Zhixiao saw something in someone's pocket with sharp eyes:

What's that bulging thing of yours? asked.

Eat first, and I will tell you after eating.

After so many experiences, Fu Er still understands it very well. Once I say it now, today's lunch can be gone immediately.

It's so mysterious?

eat first!

I can only sit down, take the bowls and chopsticks handed over by the man, and the food box is also opened. There are six dishes, one soup and a fruit platter.

Su Zhixiao has always admired Aunt Feng's craftsmanship, and she likes to eat it!

So, you're welcome.

The couple didn't talk about anything, they were doing their own food.

They should be hungry.

. . . . . .

After eating, I packed up the dishes, went downstairs to wash up briefly, and returned to the office again:

Tell me, what is in your pocket?

The man sat down beside him, and put his big arms around the woman's waist. Suddenly, he remembered something:

Honey, should you remove the stitches today?

Su Zhixiao choked:

It was demolished in the morning, tell me quickly!