Chapter 62: How Did Her Chicken Soup Become Made for Him?
The punishment was not much better, and he almost knelt at the door of his house.
How can anyone call their uncle and aunt before they even enter the door?
And shouted so for granted!
It's easy for the elderly to misunderstand, okay!!
"Dad, Mom, this is the criminal psychology expert I mentioned on the phone, Fu Yancheng, Professor Fu." Torture Luo Xi hurriedly came over to explain.
Dad frowned suspiciously: "Criminal psychology expert? ”
"Professor?" The torture mother also froze.
Fu Yancheng bowed politely, "Yes, I passed the professor title evaluation with the highest standards three years ago, and now I am a visiting professor of criminal psychology at the University of Maryland. ”
"Maryland...... That's the highest school of criminal psychology. Dad's face turned cloudy in an instant.
Fu Yancheng nodded humbly: "Yes." ”
"Xiao Fu is really young and promising!" The torture mother smiled and said, "Oh, don't pestle the door, come in!" My aunt knew that you didn't have dinner, so she specially cooked ginseng chicken soup! ”
Torture: "......??? ”
How did her chicken soup end up cooked for him?
"Xiaofu, you sit in the living room for a while, and the supper will be good immediately!" The smile on the face of the criminal mother couldn't be stopped, and as she spoke, she dragged away the criminal father who still wanted to say a few words.
Punishment: "......!!! ”
Didn't Mom and Dad see her???
Thinking so, two chirps came from the kitchen.
"Luoxi, you greet a good little master!"
"Use the tea leaves in the small box under the table, Dad just bought it a while ago, and the tea is more mellow!"
Xing Luoxi inexplicably felt as if she had fallen out of favor.
Although she couldn't figure out why that was at all.
Just when she was still standing at the door in a daze, Fu Yancheng had already put on her shoe covers.
The slender legs walked slowly and methodically, walked to the sofa in her living room, sat down very dignifiedly, and leaned over slightly, as if looking for the tea that her father had just bought.
Xing Luoxi came back to his senses suddenly, closed the door with a "bang", quickly kicked off his shoes, and rushed over like slippers.
"Fu Dashen, this is my home! You are a guest, just sit down, I'll pour tea! ”
……
Xing's house is a small home with three bedrooms and two living rooms, the space is relatively narrow, and the living room is not as big as the bathroom of the Fu family.
A 26-inch ordinary color screen TV, a small table with paint off the corners, an old fabric two-seater's sofa, a small round stool, and an entire bookshelf full of honor.
Trophies, certificates, medals, so many that they can barely be placed on top of each other.
Fu Yancheng stood in front of the bookshelf, his eyes fell on one of the medals, and the teacup in his hand turned, "The city's outstanding people's public security commendation...... This is uncle's? ”
Xing Luoxi followed, in the tone of the master's family, "It's not just this, these medals are my father's." He waved his hand heroically, and his words were full of pride.
"Team Teng is not wrong, my uncle is indeed admirable."
Fu Yancheng's tone was sincere, his eyes swept over one by one, and he said, "What are the other trophies and certificates?" ”
"It's all the honors my mother got when she was in the Chinese painting class."
Hearing this, Fu Yancheng stared at the tea leaves floating in the teacup, thought for a moment, and raised his eyebrows slightly slightly.
"No wonder you are sharp, sharp, but not a little angry, even if you fight with people, your words and deeds are full of an elegant temperament, it turns out that you have been exposed to it all year round......"
Xing Luoxi was stunned when he heard it.
Fu Yancheng turned around slowly, looked at her, his thin lips opened lightly again, and his dark eyes were secretive.
"But little girl, don't you feel very tired if you want to inherit your uncle's wishes and live like your aunt?"