The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 42 The super-sexy women's clothing boss (42)
The little head was raised, and the milk voice was still crying weakly: "Really?"

"Of course it's true!" Cen Mu wiped away the tears on his face, "A man can't cry, if you cry again, sister won't go."

A Bao wiped away his tears immediately, and nestled in Cen Mu's arms obediently.

Oh, the child is so cute, what if I really want to find a little girl to marry and give birth to a child?
Cen Mu hugged A Bao and didn't want to let go, with a happy smile on his lips.

Xiao Zifan on the side also smiled slightly, his dark eyes locked tightly on Cen Mu, and anyone could see the love in his eyes.

If Abao is their child...

Xiao Zifan raised his brows slightly, propped his chin and said to A Bao, "Can A Bao not be called Sister Cen Mu?"

A Bao asked suspiciously: "Then what should I call my sister?"

"How about calling me a godmother?" Xiao Zifan patted Abao's head, "When we bring you home, tell your mother that I will be your godfather, and he will be your godmother."

Cen Mu's face was wrinkled, why... Labor and management are already giving this guy a lot of face for being able to change into women's clothing today, but it's still... too much!
Cen Mu: "...A Bao, don't listen to him, just call me sister."

Abao nodded earnestly: "My sister doesn't smell like a mother, nor is she soft. My sister's chest is still hard."

Cen Mu: "..." Lost it, lost it, this child is gone.

Xiao Zifan smiled heartily at the side, watching Cen Mu's face darken.He also secretly glanced at Cen Mu's chest, reckoning that there were no steamed buns today, which is indeed a bit unsatisfactory.

The two of them were like ordinary couples with their children in the inn, and Cen Zhengde was not idle, and took people to the corner of the street to find traffickers.

I don’t know if I don’t check. There are quite a lot of children begging in that area. The beautiful ones just tore their clothes and let them beg on the street. I guess the boys want to sell them to people who can’t have children. Girls I am afraid that when I grow up, I will be sold to a brothel.

As for those who are not good-looking, some of their legs have been broken, and they are begging on the street, and the wounds on their bodies are unbearable to look at.When Cen Zhengde, who had been in the military camp for decades, saw those wounds, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Many children still had signs of whipping on their bodies, their wounds were smeared with inferior medicine, and their wounds were rotten and inflamed.If they died, I'm afraid they would just be buried anywhere by those heartless people.

Cen Zhengde took them to Ji Zhengqing's government office, and after Ji Zhengqing settled them down, he also sent people to search together.

Cen Zhengde couldn't tell how he felt when he saw the pair of big eyes on the dinner table looking at them with fear.

After returning to the inn, Cen Mu was playing with A Bao in his arms, and bickered with Xiao Zifan from time to time.Cen Zhengde was in a better mood. He stared sourly and smiled a little, trying to make himself look better in front of the child.

Cen Mu's eyes were sharp, and he could tell at a glance that his father's expression was wrong, so he hurriedly poured a cup of tea: "What's the matter, father? Are you tired after going out?"

Cen Zhengde took the tea, feeling mixed emotions in his heart, "Mu Mu, dad has been outside the customs for so many years and ignored you, do you hate dad?"

Cen Mu smiled and said: "How could it be? You are a great hero who protects our people, the great general of the town, and carries the commander's seal. I, the young lady of the Cen family, is also honored by my father, and the people also like me very much."

Xiao Zifan looked up at them, then continued to pat A Bao who had just fallen asleep.

Cen Zhengde sighed: "Father is getting old, so when he returns to Beijing this time, he will stay in the capital to accompany you and choose a good husband and son-in-law for you."

Xiao Zifan cast another glance, Cen Mu didn't look at him, and only answered Cen Zhengde's words: "I'm not in a hurry, you just came back, why don't I stay with you for a few more years?"

Cen Mu lowered his eyes, changed his style of painting, and continued: "There are many talented people in the capital, and my daughter has just been divorced. I'm afraid it's not easy to find someone to marry..."

(End of this chapter)