I looked at the time and saw that it was almost half past six in the afternoon.
He sat up and waited for a few seconds before getting out of bed.
In the living room, the little guy was lying on the sofa playing, while his father was playing with the food just served by the bodyguard at the dining table. Naturally, he noticed the figure here:
"woke up?"
Speaking of sleeping, I actually didn¡¯t sleep for long.
More than two hours.
But it¡¯s better than not sleeping at all!
"Um!"
The child has got off the sofa:
"Mom, mom~" He ran towards his mother.
He picked up his son and held him in his arms. He leaned for a few times before putting him down:
"Hey, mom, go wash your face."
"Well, okay mom, the porridge is waiting for you."
"OK."
During the meal, we still discussed the cases of the past two days.
"Fu Jiyan, do you know that the shooting at the auction house also involved a similar shooting and murder case?"
Um?
"two?"
"Yes, and the two victims knew each other. They had both stayed abroad. According to the information we have, one of them was a member of the yd organization when he was abroad."
It¡¯s yd again?
The man obviously frowned immediately.
During this period, did yd appear too frequently?
After regaining consciousness, he said:
"Has the murderer been caught?"
The woman bit her ribs and shook her head:
"No, it's obviously the work of foreign professional killers. This is no longer under the jurisdiction of our city bureau. The g security has taken over."
The man didn¡¯t say anything more:
"Then you still have to work overtime tonight?"
"No, you can go again tomorrow morning."
You can have a good sleep tonight.
I hope the police won¡¯t be called.
After eating, Su Zhixiao cleared away the dishes and dishes on the table. He is a little kid, of course he plays all day long and can't stop for a moment.
And the man has been answering the phone for a long time.
Until Su Zhixiao finished washing the dishes and came out, someone¡¯s phone call didn¡¯t end. It sounded like it was about He Xing.
But the man didn¡¯t leave immediately. Thinking about it, the problem wasn¡¯t too big.
I went into the bathroom and washed my face, and then of course I took the time to apply a facial mask.
Leaning on the sofa, the kid who was playing well alone crawled over from the sofa out of curiosity and looked at his face several times:
"Mom, what are you doing?" asked.
Poof~
"Oh, mommy is applying a facial mask, so her skin will be better."
¡°Tell this to a little carrot head, it¡¯s strange that he understands.
Curiously, he stretched out his little paw and touched it, then withdrew his hand and pursed his mouth:
¡°It¡¯s so slimy.¡±
Now you realize that you are disgusted, but no one has let you touch it before.
It¡¯s purely self-inflicted.
But, it¡¯s his biological child.
"Go wash your hands."
The child suddenly slid off the sofa, ran into the kitchen, stepped on the small stool, and turned on the faucet.
The water splashed on the two chubby paws, but there was no sticky feeling anymore.
At this moment, the child¡¯s father had finished the phone call and sat down next to his wife like a dog-skin plaster.
Su Zhixiao glanced with half-open eyes:
"What happened?" asked.
The man shook his head:
¡°It¡¯s not a big problem, it¡¯s just that there was a situation with a male artist in the company, and Zhou Huan has already gone to solve it.¡±