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Chapter 279 What are you looking at in this mess?

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    I thought no one would come tonight!

    How many waves are there this night?

    However, President Fu had no intention of waiting for Fu Er to agree and hung up the phone after speaking.

    ?¡­

    About twenty minutes later, from a distance, a Bentley slowly drove over and parked outside the gate of the Municipal Bureau Family Courtyard.

    Fu Jiyan arrived early and stood waiting by the roadside, smoking a cigarette.

    After the car stopped, he threw away the cigarette butt.

    Over there, the car door opens.

    The first thing that catches the eye is President Fu¡¯s long legs. You know, President Fu is 195cm tall!

    In my arms, I was still holding the sobbing child:

    ¡°Be good, please stop crying, okay?

    you saw it!  "

    arrive?

    The child suddenly stopped sobbing and raised his head for a moment to take a look.

    When he saw his biological father with an unkind face, his little shoulders shook, and then he shouted weakly:

    "dad!"

    Very guilty.

    Ah.

    "Fu Zhizhou, what are you making a fuss about?"

    Not happy anymore.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Not to mention being woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night, I also had to go downstairs to blow in the cold air while waiting to pick someone up.

    The child hid in Fu Feishen's arms and did not dare to make a sound.

    Finally, of course it was Uncle Fu who spoke:

    "Fu Er!"

    As soon as he opened his mouth, it was full of warning and reprimand.

    As expected of Mr. Fu!

    In front of his brother, someone finally restrained himself, took the little cub and held it in his arms.

    "Okay, you go back, I'll take him upstairs."

    "How are your siblings doing?"

    "It's not a big problem, it's just a skin injury."

    "Well, I'll leave the porridge to you. Don't forget to send him to school tomorrow morning." He warned worriedly.

    Second Young Master Fu twitched his lips obviously:

    "knew!"

    ?¡­

    After the Bentley drove away slowly, Fu Jiyan entered the door with his son in his arms.

    The child was lying in his father's arms, his chin resting on his shoulder, but his eyes kept looking around. It was so novel.

    ¡°After all, this is the second time the child has grown up, and the first time he was sick and asleep.

    How could Fu Jiyan not see that furry head moving around?

    "Fu Zhizhou, what are you looking at in this mess?"

    "No."

    Finally, he stopped turning his little head.

    Ah.

    "Who are you showing off to? Tell me, why are you disturbing your uncle so late at night?"

    The kid pouted, but in the end he didn¡¯t answer.

    Go upstairs and open the door.

    ¡°Move gently, I¡¯ll beat you if you wake up my wife!¡±

    cut!

    "However, the children who went to the ground still moved much more lightly.

    When we arrived in the room, the light was not very bright, only the bedside lamp was slightly illuminating.

    But as soon as the child arrived at the bedside, Su Zhixiao opened his eyes.

    I thought I was dreaming, so I blinked several times:

    "baby?"

    The child, who had stopped sobbing for a while, couldn't hold it back and started crying again after hearing his mother's voice.

    ¡°UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuMomMom, mom~"

    This time I cried, I looked so sad and sad.

    Su Zhixiao quickly sat up, not caring about pulling at the wound, and put his arms around his precious son:

    "What's wrong? What's wrong? Mommy's little baby, stop crying."

    The child was crying hard and hiccupping. He looked really pitiful.

    ¡°Mom, I miss you so much that I can¡¯t even fall asleep thinking about it.¡±

    So, since the mother and son talked on the phone around eight o'clock, the child has been thinking about his mother and hasn't even fallen asleep in bed?

    It¡¯s very likely that it is!

    And, the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I became. In the end, I couldn¡¯t hold it in anymore, so I sat on the bed in the room and cried, right?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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