In the evening, after a lot of persuasions, she was finally released from the police station.
When she walked out of the gate, she saw her little son waiting at the roadside from a distance.
There were two street lamps at the gate of the police station, which pulled his figure long. He looked very pitiful.
When Fu Jingzhe saw her, he walked up to her and asked, "Mommy, are you okay?"
Qiao Xi rubbed his little head. Although she was unlucky today to meet a crazy man, her son, who had been autistic for many years, suddenly spoke and stayed with her so cute. This was more than anything else to make her happy.
"Mommy is fine. Let's go home."
Qiao Xi held Fu Jingzhe's hand and said, "Mommy will take you to eat hot pot tonight, okay?"
Fu Jingzhe's eyes lit up when he heard the hot pot.
When he was abroad, he heard how delicious the hotpot was, but his father and grandfather didn't allow him to eat it.
It seemed that was right to pretend to be a brother and lurk around the aunt, he would not leave.
"Okay."
Fu Jingzhe looked at her carefully and said, "I want the spiciest food."
Qiao Xi frowned in confusion. She knew her son well.
She liked spicy food, but her son had a light taste and couldn't eat spicy food.
But…
She had always been careless, so she didn't care about such trifles.
Autism could open his mouth and change his taste. What's the big deal?
She patted Fu Jingzhe's head and praised, "You deserve to be my son. You have my style!"
In the Fu clan's villa, Qiao Yannian sat in the high-end and luxurious living room, feeling wronged.
Facing the red dishes on the table, he frowned and looked up at the man opposite.
Why didn't this uncle take him to see his mommy? Did Mommy have something important to do and let someone else accompany him?
But…
Didn't Mommy tell this uncle that he couldn't eat spicy food?
Sitting opposite Qiao Yannian, Fu Qinyu felt a little guilty when he thought of his son who had been waiting for him for a few hours today.
In the past, for the sake of his son's health, he would never allow Fu Jingzhe to eat such spicy food.
Today... Just take it as a chance for him to indulge himself with his son.
But when he saw his son sitting opposite him and eating the rice, he thought he was a picky eater.
So, with a straight face, he said in neither too cold nor too warm tone, "What else do you want to do? If you don't eat these, you won't be able to eat them tomorrow."
The hand holding the rice paused, and he felt sadder.
'Emm, this uncle is so horrible and fierce...'
But he really couldn't eat much spicy food.
Finally, he hesitated for a while, reached out his chopsticks, picked up a few pieces of fish, and put them in his bowl unhappily.
Seeing him eating obediently, Fu Qinyu's face softened and thought--
'Little boy, you just need to be taught a lesson!'
Chen Mo, his assistant, stood aside and looked at the dishes in his boss's bowl, sweating.
Mr. Fu always had a stomach. He didn't like spicy food and cold food when he was in social activities.
To keep young master company, Mr. Fu risked his life!
It could only be said that... Father's love was more than anything!