Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Cen Tuo and Mo Shangyun entered the door one after the other.

The action of opening and closing the door attracted the boss who was sorting the goods, glanced at the door, and immediately showed a happy smile.

Mo Shangyun glanced at the man quietly.

A middle-aged man, about fifty years old, with a bald head, a bearded beard, a bit of a blessing, a little fatter, and a burly figure, walking on the wind.

When he saw Cen Zhuo, he suddenly showed a little more respect and shouted, "Sister Cen."

As soon as the voice fell, the person had approached and stopped in front.

Soon, a seven or eight-year-old boy came out of nowhere, stepped on his wide slippers, and ran to the boss behind him, leaned his head out, blinked his eyes in black and stared at Cen Yuanhe Ink on Jun.

"This is..." The boss apparently discovered Mo Shangyun's existence, and smiled at Cenzhuo with doubts.

"My daughter." Cen Zhuo introduced clearly.

However, he didn't even say the name.

"Huh?" The boss who hadn't waited for a while asked, the little boy behind the boss got out and stared at Mo Shangyun with a blink of an eye, and the voice was clear and loud, "Isn't she Sister Sisheng?"

"It's Si Sheng's sister..." Speaking of which, the middle-aged man noticed Mo Shangyun's badge and changed his mouth unconsciously, "Sister?"

Si Sheng?

Under the brim, Mo Shangyun gently frowned.

Where does this follow.

"His own." Cen Tuo glanced at Mo Shangyun, and added, "She is called Mo Shangyun."

"Aunt Cen, isn't sister Si Sheng your own?" the little boy asked, his eyes simple and curious.

"No."

"It's a pity if Sister Si Sheng is your own." The little boy showed a distressed expression and looked at Mo Shangyun and shook his head. "This sister...not so good."

As soon as the little boy finished talking seriously, he was directly carried by the boss who knew him before he continued to express his opinion. At the same time, he glanced at Mo Shangyun with a little regret.

It is clearly Cen's own birth, and it was said that others are more suitable to be Ceng's daughter, whoever feels uncomfortable.

However, Mo Shangyun didn't have the discomfort or black face he was worried about, shrugging at him, saying it didn't matter.

Children's words are unscrupulous...

She also felt that the little boy was not very good, just beyond the stated age.

"Sister Cen, people are here."

Feeling the slightly cool sight of Cen Tuo, the boss quickly changed the subject and just asked for a quick turn of the matter.

He knows nothing about Cen's family relationship, but anyone who says that his daughter, even a child, must be dissatisfied. But it's not been a day or two since I met Cen Tuo. I know her sturdy personality, so I dare not slack off.

"Not in a hurry."

Cen Tuo lazily spoke out, with a bit of coldness in his words.

She leaned her head and pointed towards Mo: "Come with me."

Shrugging, Mo Shangyun still followed behind Cen Tuo.

Seeing that the two of them entered the back door, the boss sweated in the palm of his hand and directly carried the little boy who was carried to the back by him.

He bent down, pointed at the little boy, and warned: "Listen, no more words like "Sister Si Sheng is more like Aunt Cen's birth", remember?"

"Why?" The little boy blinked his eyes and looked at him awkwardly.

"Why are there so many!" The boss lowered his face, his eyes angry, and he would burst out.

This little boy was picked up by Si Sheng and lost him here, even with the two people who were kept in his home, but those two people were prepared for Cen Zhuo, and this little boy temporarily left his family to live for some time.

I thought that the little boy was still a little bit of control, and it was not a hot potato.

The children of other people's families can't beat them.

"Uncle." The little boy tilted his head and thought for a while. Then he stretched out and pulled the boss's clothes and said seriously, "I'm talking about the facts. Sister Si Sheng is similar to Aunt Cen. The older sister, just not good, Not close to Aunt Cen."

"Have you seen Sister Sheng and Aunt Cen together?" the boss suspiciously.

"I've seen it! Just a few days ago, when I was at Anyi Inn, Aunt Cen came to see Sister Si Sheng." The little boy nodded, "I heard that Aunt Cen came to Sister Si Sheng when he came to Ancheng, since The older sister was also in Ancheng just now, um, which mother did not find his own daughter first?"

"..."

The boss was speechless for a while.

It seems that this little devil also makes sense...

If it weren't for an ink painting, he still thought that Cen Yuan and Si Sheng were the mother and daughter.

After all, when the two of them helped him solve the troubles the previous year, both the style and the cooperation degree were carved with a mold...

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Cen Tuo walked through a small courtyard with Mo Shangyun, and then came to an empty room.

Mo Shangyun followed behind with no hurry, and there was almost no noise along the way.

In fact, she had forgotten how to communicate with Cen Zhuo and Mo Cang.

It's okay to talk about something, it's okay, her hanger Lang, who can be in front of strangers, will not be in front of them.

"Well."

Cen Zhuo turned around and directly dropped the same item as Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and took it over with his fingers, sandwiching his fingers in the air.

That is a photo.

She narrowed her eyes. Instead of looking at the photos for the first time, she looked at Cen Tuo.

At this time, Cen Zhuo had already sat down in a chair beside him, and raised his eyes to the inexplicable gaze on the ink.

"Si Sheng photographed, a little familiar, and ask you to ask." Cen Zhuo explained.

look familiar?

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, turned the photo over, and looked down at the front of his eyes.

This look is unavoidably stunned.