Fan Miaomiao, who was just angry with Zhang Leifeng, was really angry at this time, she pointed at Zhang Leifeng angrily, and she was speechless angrily. When the son saw the two of them arguing, he immediately cried loudly.

"Wow wow...... Wow wow, wow. ”

Hearing the child's crying, Fan Miaomiao hurriedly turned around and walked over and picked him up: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay, it's okay, Mom and Dad are just talking, and they didn't quarrel, don't cry." He comforted the child in a low voice.

Soon the child's crying stopped, Fan Miaomiao turned to look at Zhang Leifeng, who was still standing there, and whispered, "You go out, I don't want to see you now." With that, he closed the door.

Zhang Leifeng stood alone outside the door and had nowhere to vent his anger, he didn't know what he had done wrong? Is it wrong to tell my son about some of these real cases? Won't he grow up? Surely he will not encounter such a thorny problem in his future path? What's more, even if his son is not a policeman or a detective, it doesn't hurt him to activate his brain.

Zhang Leifeng couldn't understand why Fan Miaomiao suddenly became so serious, he had never treated himself like this before, let alone quarreled with himself like this, what was this for?

Zhang Leifeng walked to the study alone and sat on the chair in a daze, looking at the night outside the window. And Fan Miaomiao was also half-lying on the bed after Hong slept with the child, thinking about all this, she didn't understand why Zhang Leifeng wanted to instill such thoughts with the child, did she really want her child to be a detective when he grew up? Does he also want his children to always be so quick to talk to people, and never take into account the feelings of others?

Fan Miaomiao didn't want to be like Zhang Leifeng's parents, he couldn't see his son all the year round, and when he saw it, he just glanced at it in a hurry, he didn't want to live such a life, and he didn't allow his children to become Zhang Leifeng's appearance, in fact, Fan Miaomiao also knew that he couldn't control all this at all, after all, a large part of the child still inherited Zhang Leifeng's character and thoughts.

Although she can't predict it when she grows up, but now he will never allow such a situation to happen, it really can't be done, so he can only take the child to live at his father's house for a period of time, which just happens to give Zhang Leifeng some space for her to think about this problem, if he doesn't think about it clearly, then he won't come back.

Two people are thinking about the same problem across a wall, this thought is a night, the next day Zhang Leifeng made breakfast, Fan Miaomiao walked out of the room with the child in her arms, and after seeing Fan Miaomiao's eyes, Zhang Leifeng knew that she had not rested all night.

"Hurry up and eat, take a good rest after eating, and don't go to the company today." Zhang Leifeng said softly to Fan Miaomiao.

Fan Miaomiao grinned: "No need, I'll take my son back to my father's house for a few days, she has been telling me that she misses her grandson for the past few days." Fan Miaomiao replied to Zhang Leifeng.

Zhang Leifeng was stunned after hearing this: "You want to take him to your father's house for a few days?" Why? Are you just trying to separate me from my son? I originally wanted to reconcile with Fan Miaomiao this morning, but I didn't expect her to make such a request for herself, which made Zhang Leifeng's mood plummet, and he asked Fan Miaomiao with a puzzled face.

Fan Miaomiao squinted at Zhang Leifeng, sat down and replied while feeding the child: "You think too much, this is your son, how could I let you separate, it's just that my dad really misses him these days, so I took him over to live for a few days." Fan Miaomiao patiently explained to Zhang Leifeng, trying her best to act as if she didn't have any ideas, although he knew that all this couldn't escape Zhang Leifeng's eyes.

Zhang Leifeng heard Fan Miaomiao's consciousness and saw what she meant, but he didn't say anything, he just said: "Brush the dishes and chopsticks after eating." With that, he turned around and walked to the second floor.

Boom!

A moment later, the sound of the door being slammed shut was heard.

Fan Miaomiao turned her head and glanced at the stairs, helplessly Nunu.

After the child had eaten, Fan Miaomiao packed up some things and left with him, Zhang Leifeng heard the sound of the car and immediately got up and ran to the window, watching the car get farther and farther away from him, farther and farther away, and finally disappear from his field of vision.

Zhang Leifeng slapped the window with his hand, and his son was separated from him like this.

I wiped my face with both hands, and thought, let's go, I can just concentrate on one thing when you leave, walk out of the room, change clothes and come downstairs, when I pass by the restaurant, I found a piece of paper on the table, and walked over to pick it up and take a look.

Zhang Leifeng I know that you are bored at home alone, and I also know what you want to instill in your son, I just want to say that I don't want our son to have a very high IQ like you in the future, but emotional intelligence is simply mentally retarded, and I don't want to be like your parents, who can't see their son all year round, so don't blame me for everything I do, this is what I want to protect for my son as a mother.

During this time, I hope you can think about this matter, if you can do it, come to my father's house to pick me up, if you can't, then let's do this first,

After reading the letter, Zhang Leifeng shook his head, took a deep breath and threw the paper into a ball directly into the trash, muttering: "Unreasonable." ”

put on a coat and left home, drove to the Public Security Bureau, and found Xing Dongjie, who was looking at materials in the office.

Xing Dongjie was taken aback by Zhang Leifeng's sudden visit, closed the materials and frowned and asked Zhang Leifeng, "What's your situation?" Crying and sad in the morning? ”

Zhang Leifeng rolled his eyes: "Is there a case?" Xing Dongjie asked bluntly.

Xing Dongjie was stunned: "Case? Yes, but it's all small cases, what? There is no case during this time, and the hand is itching again? Half-jokingly asked Zhang Leifeng.

"If there's no case, forget it, goodbye." Zhang Leifeng got up from his chair as he spoke, turned around and walked out.

Xing Dongjie, who was sitting on the chair, was stunned one after another: "Hey, Zhang Leifeng, what is your situation?" He shouted at Zhang Leifeng, who was about to leave.

Zhang Leifeng suddenly turned around, walked quickly to Xing Dongjie, supported the table with both hands and asked Xing Dongjie: "Xing Dongjie, let me ask you, how am I?" There was a hint of anger in his tone.

Xing Dongjie was stunned, not by Zhang Leifeng's question, but by Zhang Leifeng with such a momentum and tone.