Cen Yan and Mo Shangyun entered the door one after the other.
The action of opening and closing the door attracted the boss who was arranging the goods, glanced at the door, and immediately showed a happy smile.
Mo Shangjun glanced at the man calmly.
A middle-aged man, about fifty years old, with a bald head, a beard, a little fat, a little fat, a burly body, and a windy walk.
Seeing Cen Yan, his expression suddenly became a little more respectful, and he shouted, "Sister Cen."
As soon as the voice fell, the person had already approached and stopped in front of him.
Soon, a seven- or eight-year-old boy appeared out of nowhere, stepped on wide slippers, ran behind the boss, stuck his head out, blinked his dark eyes and looked at Cen Yanhe Ink on Yun.
"This is..." The boss obviously discovered the existence of Mo Shangyun, and asked Cen Yan with a smile.
"My daughter." Cen Yan introduced simply and clearly.
However, he didn't even say his name.
"Huh?" Before waiting for the stunned boss to ask, the little boy behind the boss came out and stared at Mo Shangyun, his voice clear and loud, "Isn't she Sister Si Sheng?"
"It's Si Sheng's sister..." Having said that, the middle-aged man noticed Mo Shangyun's collar and changed his words unconsciously, "Sister?"
Si Sheng
Under the brim of his hat, Mo Shangyun frowned slightly.
Where does this go.
"My own." Cen Yan glanced at Mo Shangyun and added, "Her name is Mo Shangyun."
"Aunt Cen, isn't Sister Si Sheng your own?" the little boy asked, his eyes pure and curious.
"no."
"It's a pity, it would be great if sister Si Sheng was your own." The little boy looked at Mo Shangyun and shook his head with a distressed expression, "This sister... is not very good."
The little boy finished his speech in a serious manner, and before he could continue to express his opinion, he was directly carried behind him by the knowledgeable boss. At the same time, he glanced at Mo Shangyun apologetically.
It was clearly Cen Yan's own biological child, but it was said that others were more suitable to be Cen Yan's daughter, and whoever left it would feel uncomfortable.
However, Mo Shangjun didn't have the upset or black face he was worried about, and shrugged at him, saying it didn't matter.
It's childish...
She also felt that the little boy was not very good, he was just over the age he said.
"Sister Cen, people are here."
Feeling Cen Yan's slightly cool gaze, the boss hurriedly changed the subject, just to turn the matter over quickly.
He didn't know anything about Cen Yan's family relationship, but it was normal for anyone to say that about his daughter, even a child, to be dissatisfied. However, it's not been a day or two since I've known Cen Yan. Knowing her sturdy personality, I naturally didn't dare to slack off.
"Not in a hurry."
Cen Yan said lazily, with a bit of coldness in his words.
She tilted her head and said to Mo Shangyun, "Come with me."
Shrugging, Mo Shangyun followed behind Cen Yan as usual.
Seeing the two enter the back door, the boss's palms were sweating, and he directly took out the little boy who was carried to the back by him.
He bent down, pointed at the little boy, and warned: "Listen, don't say things like 'Sister Si Sheng is more like Aunt Cen's own' in the future, do you remember it clearly?"
"Why?" The little boy blinked his eyes and looked at him aggrievedly.
"Why are there so many?" The boss lowered his face, looking at the anger that was about to come out.
This little boy was picked up by Si Sheng and threw him here, along with the two people who were locked in his house, but those two were prepared for Cen Yan, and the little boy was temporarily left in his house to live for a while.
I thought that the little boy was a little bit more manageable, and he wouldn't be a hot potato.
Other people's children can't be beaten, it's just irritating.
"Uncle." The little boy tilted his head and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to pull the hem of the boss's clothes, and said earnestly, "What I'm saying is the truth. Sister Si Sheng is very similar to Aunt Cen. That sister just now is not good. Not at all close to Aunt Cen."
"Have you seen Sister Si Sheng and Aunt Cen together?" the boss asked suspiciously.
"I've seen it! Just a few days ago, when I was at the An Yi Inn, Aunt Cen came to see Sister Si Sheng." The little boy nodded affirmatively, "I heard that Aunt Cen came to see Sister Si Sheng as soon as she came to Ancheng. That elder sister was also in Ancheng just now, um, which mother didn't find her biological daughter first?"
"… "
The boss was speechless for a while.
It seems that what this kid said makes sense...
If it wasn't for Mo Shangyun, he would have always thought that Cen Yan and Si Sheng were the mother and daughter.
After all, when the two helped him solve troubles the year before, both their style and cooperation were all carved out of the same mold...
Cen Yan took Mo Shangyun through a small yard and then came to an empty room.
Mo Shangjun followed unhurriedly, hardly making a sound all the way.
In fact, she had long forgotten how to communicate with Cen Yan and Mo Cang.
Talk about something, it's okay, she can act like a fool in front of strangers, and she won't show it in front of them.
"Here."
Cen Yan turned around and threw the same item directly as Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and took it over, pinching his two fingers in the air.
That's a photo.
She narrowed her eyes, and instead of looking at the photo for the first time, she looked at Cen Yan.
At this time, Cen Yan had already sat down on the chair beside him, and looked up at Shang Mo Shangyun's suspicious gaze.
"Si Sheng took it, it's a little familiar, I'll ask you." Cen Yan explained.
look familiar
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, turned the photo over, and glanced down at the front.
Seeing this, he was stunned.
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