Fu Yue: "..."
Her eyes lit up, and she immediately pursued her victory and asked, "Then where do you live? What is your mother's phone number?"
The child was beaten to death again.
Fu Yue: "...! @#%*?! @#"
Just outrageous.
Is this a selective answer?
Fu Yue stood in the doorway of the Internet cafe in funeral and acted as the door god, until the police came and took them all to the Public Security Bureau.
...
"I really don't know this kid, the policeman, I just came out of the Internet cafe to go home, and I was entangled by this kid. I really am not kidnapping a child!!!"
The policeman whispered: "I didn't say you abducted children either."
Fu Yue: "...Don't deny it, I saw it from your eyes."
The policeman was silent for a while.
"I can't help you if you think so."
As for Fu Xingchen's little milk bag, he took the lollipop bought for him by the police sister and bit slowly, his beautiful big eyes were crystal clear and wet and pitiful.
He stood next to Fu Yue, with a small hand grabbing the corner of her clothes, as if he was afraid that Fu Yue would run away.
This little appearance was stunned to see a policewoman next to her being overwhelmed by maternal love. She knelt down, her eyes were level with Fu Xingchen, and asked softly.
"Kid, then tell me what is your relationship with this little brother? Why are you pestering others?"
Fu Xingchen pursed his small lips and did not speak.
But seeing the policeman pointed at Fuyue.
He blinked slowly, then stretched out a hand to hug Fu Yue's leg, and slowly revealed a soft smile. When he spoke, Xiaohu's teeth were pointed.
"mom."
Milky voice.
Fu Yue: "..."
Policewoman: "..."
Policemen: "..."
The blond boy froze there, as if it had become a sculpture that would drop scum when touched.
There was a dead silence in the police station.
Then burst into a fierce laughter.
"Hahahahahahahahahaha, look at the face of this little brother, no, I really laughed at me."
Fu Yue stretched out her hand and picked up Fu Xingchen's back collar, and barked her teeth at him sadly.
"Child, you say it again?"
The policeman next to him hurriedly rescued Fu Xingchen from Fu Yue, and then held Fu Yue to comfort her, "Eh eh eh, don’t get excited, little brother, don’t be jealous, hahaha. Let’s talk about little brother, you’re sure She looks more beautiful than a girl, so it's no wonder that this kid will admit his mistakes."
Fu Xingchen seemed at a loss.
The child's long curled eyelashes blinked, and the red lips opened slightly, "Mom?"
Fu Yue was furious.
He speaks no words.
"Even if it is, Lao Tzu should be your father, not your mother?!"
After receiving the notice, Lian Jue hurried to the police station to pick up his little cousin. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the boy's furious roar.
Lian Jue: "......?"
Slowly type a question mark.
He raised his slender fingers and knocked on the open door, his voice clear and calm.
"Hello, I am Fu Xingchen's parent."
In an instant, everyone raised their eyes and looked at the door.
Including Fu Yue.
After going through the formalities and confirming his identity, even Jue was going to take Fu Xingchen away, but the child was helplessly dragging Fu Yue to death and did not let go.
The child cried to Fu Yue for his mother in tears.
The blond boy had a black face for a moment: "..."
Even Jue raised his hand against his lips in a little embarrassment, and coughed twice.
"Fu Xingchen, don't mess around."