Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Second Young Master, we're here!

Unexpectedly, there was no movement in the back seat.

Sneaking a peek from the rearview mirror, damn it, I was almost scared to death!

Which one who doesn't have eyesight has offended his young master again?

That expression is so strong that it wants to kill the other party!

The next moment, a gloomy voice sounded:

Aban, check the contact number of Ningyuan Group immediately.

Yes, Second Young Master!

He quickly took out his cell phone and made a call.

Before waiting for two minutes, the contact information of the boss of Ningyuan Group was sent.

Not only the phone number, but also WeChat, email, and the specific address where you live now, including family information, and the information of the illegitimate child mistress outside, everything that you expect to find.

Second Young Master, I got it.

Hand it over respectfully.

The slender and beautiful hand took Aban's mobile phone, glanced at it, and threw the mobile phone back.

It's just a string of numbers, just a glance is enough to remember.

Enter the number until you get through, all in one go.

The connection over there was quick. After all, the private number is basically only known by family members or close friends.

Hello, who is it?

It can be heard that there is some noise on the phone, as if they are drinking, the sound of clinking and clinking.

In the back seat of the car, the man frowned coldly before he said:

Boss Ning.

The person on the phone froze for a moment before continuing:

Who are you? This is a personal call. Where did you come from, you brat?

Tsk.

Oh, my surname is Fu!

Fu?

Turning around, he asked the people beside him if anyone knew someone named Fu?

What? The surname Fu? I don't know me, I don't know me.

I don't know it either, this surname is not common.

President Ning, is this someone you know?

President Ning's voice sounded again:

I don't know!

At this moment, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed:

Fu? I seem to know that there is a family whose surname is Fu, but

He glanced at the people around him with horrified eyes, and finally, he looked straight at the middle-aged greasy man with a beer belly who was no different from a nine-month pregnant woman.

impossible!

How could it be the Fu family?

Is it okay to have a relationship with eight poles?

The people around were joking:

Who is who?

The man swallowed his saliva, and said with some difficulty:

Fu! Shi! Ji! Tuan! As he spoke, he pointed to the top of his finger.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room stopped.

Fu?

Is it the imagined Fu Shi?

Ning was always the first to react. The phone almost fell off, but fortunately, he caught it in time.

When he spoke again, his tone was not as arrogant and forceful as before?

Humble no:

Mr. Fu Fu? Is there any order?

The person on the other side of the phone seemed to be very patient:

It's not an order, I just want to discuss with Mr. Ning about 'experience in educating children'!

Forehead?

What?

Mr. Ning's eyes are definitely dark at the moment, and he doesn't know what's going on.

Why is it involved in educating children?

cough cough.

Mr. Fu, well, the problem of children's education is... how to educate them.

Oh, is it so?

Mr. Ning was in a daze:

Yes, it is!

On the phone, the man snorted coldly:

It seems that Mr. Ning still has a way to educate his children!

Full of irony.

But Mr. Ning himself didn't hear it.

General, general.

Beads of sweat were already on his forehead.