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Chapter 387 Is your hand broken or disabled?

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    At the door, a figure leaned against the door and said faintly:

    "That little kid ate too much junk food tonight."

    Maybe a little bit angry.

    Hearing this, Su Zhixiao stood up and glared at the man at the door.

    The man expressed his innocence.

    It¡¯s definitely not easy to talk about anything in the room. When I got out of the room:

    ¡°So, why are you feeding him that junk food?¡±

    Sure enough, the questioning started.

    "Officer Su, this has nothing to do with me. The kid ordered it all on the phone. Well, you can go to the dining table and have a look."

    Look at how many your son ordered.

    Su Zhixiao glanced at the man in front of him suspiciously:

    "Step aside."

    "oh."

    But I dare not refuse.

    When we arrived at the restaurant, we immediately saw a large table set up.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Good fellow, where are the chuanchuan and malatang?

    Others, Lanzhou ramen, stinky tofu, cold noodles, barbecue

    "Fu! Ji! Yan!"

    Can you not be angry?

    ¡°Any other mother would probably not be able to calm down.

    "I was taking a shower at that time, and he called to ask for these himself. Officer Su, you actually indiscriminately do it?"

    Su Zhixiao took a few deep breaths:

    "you"

    The man chuckled, stepped forward, and started to move.

    However, he was avoided by his wife.

    "Stand still, don't move!"

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    "Don't worry, I didn't let him eat much, just a little."

    Although it is unreliable, it is not that unreliable!

    Su Zhixiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes several times, and then pointed to a large table on the table:

    "You, deal with these, it's a shameful waste."

    After saying that, he turned around and entered the bathroom.

    As for someone in the restaurant, he was extremely depressed.

    How come you can blame everything on yourself?

    It was obviously the little kid who ordered it himself, okay?

    Ah.

    ??????????????Aren¡¯t you the one who takes the blame when you¡¯re a father?

    ¡°Well, it¡¯s normal to take the blame for your wife and your son. It¡¯s a common phenomenon in society now.

    Of course, a certain man will not handle anything himself. He only needs to put everything on the table in boxes and bags. The bodyguard has already received the message and is waiting outside the door.

    "It's taken care of."

    The bodyguard reached out and took it:

    "Yes, Second Young Master."

    "Don't waste it, your young lady said, waste is shameful."

    The bodyguard was sweating in his heart, and of course he responded:

    "yes!"

    boom.

    The door is closed.

    Seeing that the bathroom door was still closed, I entered the study again.

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    Su Zhixiao was busy in the bathroom for a long time, cleaning it before taking a shower and washing her hair.

    It¡¯s hard to find some time, so of course you have to take good care of your skin.

    I put on a facial mask, applied body lotion all over my body, and put on my nightgown.

    Looking at the dirty clothes basket that was already piled with someone's clothes, I felt a twitch on my face, stretched out my fingers, and picked up the top pair of boxer briefs.

    Just, very speechless.

    If you wash this first, will it break your hand?

    How much time can be delayed?

    I have discovered it several times.

    A few times before, Su Zhixiao didn¡¯t say anything and silently helped wash it.

    But now, over and over again, it¡¯s really unbearable.

    He threw it back into the dirty clothes basket, stepped on his slippers and walked out of the bathroom, and rushed to the study room in an angry manner.

    ¡®Click.  ¡¯

    The study door opens.

    "Fu Jiyan, is your hand broken or disabled? You can't even wash your pants?"

    After he finished yelling, he saw the man sitting behind the desk, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at him with a half-smile.

    And on the laptop screen in front of someone, there seemed to be several video calls connected.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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