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Chapter 639 It¡¯s impossible to release someone even if they¡¯re beaten to death

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    Over at the restaurant, father and son ate together.

    A person with a severe mysophobia did not dislike the dishes that had been touched by his own son, and ate them in large gulps.

    "You must be disgusted with outsiders. How could your wife and son be disgusted with you?"

    Finally, the father and son successfully cleared the dishes on the table. The child leaned on the chair, rubbing his round belly with his little hands and burping at the same time.

    His father glanced at him, then stood up and left directly.

    "Dad, where are you going?"

    "Look at your mother!"

    ¡°Oh, I¡¯m going to eat porridge too.¡±

    The chubby little guy immediately slid off the chair and followed his dad.

    ?Upstairs.

    The father and son entered the master bedroom, and Aunt Feng was preparing to come out with the dishes she had packed away.

    "The second young master is back?"

    Fu Er looked inside and saw that there was no one on the bed.

    Of course Aunt Feng saw it and explained:

    "Madam is in the bathroom."

    It¡¯s really not lost.

    No need to look so closely.

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    Aunt Feng left the room and went downstairs with a smile. A certain child was fine, but suddenly his little face wrinkled:

    "Dad, my stomach hurts so much!"

    ?

    Fu Er squatted down, pulled the little boy over, and took the lead in exploring the round belly with his big hands, his eyes twitching wildly:

    "Fu Zhizhou, how much did you eat today?"

    My stomach is full of stuff, does it hurt?

    "UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuDadI'm going to poop"

    "Shut up!"

    He yelled and carried the little man to the children's room next door.

    The toilet in the children's room is a specially customized mini version for children. You don't have to hold it and poop, you just need to watch it.

    It¡¯s that smell, it¡¯s very overpowering.

    Fu Er's face was completely dark at this moment.

    It was the little man, whose face was full of relief, and in the end, he looked very comfortable.

    A few minutes later:

    "Dad, it's okay."

    Fortunately, the toilet is a smart toilet.

    Fu Er had to endure it again and again before wiping his own son's butt.

    Afterwards, the children clamored to take a bath.

    A few words were murmuring in my heart: my dear, my dear, my dear

    So, after the father and son were done, Su Zhixiao had already laid back on the big bed in the master bedroom and was answering the phone.

    He glanced at a father and a son wearing the same bathrobes, and continued talking on the phone.

    The child ran over with a beep, climbed onto the bed, and lay quietly next to his mother.

    Until the phone hangs up.

    "Mom, whose phone number is it?"

    "Your Aunt Baiyu."

    "Oh, Aunt Bai Yu doesn't know how to work? Why do you still need to call mom to ask?"

    "No, it's my mother's problem. I didn't explain it clearly in time."

    The man came over just now and sat beside the bed:

    "How is the wound?"

    "fine."

    "That's good."

    "Have you invited Professor Zhu Jinmei to the Municipal Bureau?"

    " Of course I heard Bai Yu say this on the phone. Zhu Jinmei, one of the three legendary figures in the domestic forensic field, reached retirement age a few years ago, but now she is still struggling on the front line.

    Professor Zhu Jinmei usually travels all over the country. Many units want to recruit people, but can't find any opportunities.

    Unexpectedly, this person in the family actually invited me to the city bureau.

    "Well, how about you rest assured and take good care of yourself at home?"

    ¡°In the final analysis, I still think about my wife¡¯s health.

    ¡°As for whether I owe you a favor or not, that¡¯s hard to say.

    Su Zhixiao certainly understands this:

    "How long did you take leave for me?"

    I forgot to ask before.

    "There is no deadline."

    "What?"

    "When you recover, you can go back to work!"

    "How can this be done? A week at most!"

    "impossible!"

    A week?

    It¡¯s impossible to let him go even if he¡¯s beaten to death.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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