This is a mixed-race boy of about four or five years old, with small flaxen-colored broken hair, fair skin with a little yellow, wearing a beige Nizi jacket, and his little hands are dragging Shi Qing's skirt, which is cute.

Two idioms came to Shi Qing's mind, bright eyes and bright teeth, red lips and white teeth.

She half-squatted in front of him and asked him, "Little friend, are you unable to find your parents?" ”

The little boy kept holding on to her, not letting go or talking.

Shi Qing thought he couldn't understand Chinese, and asked him in English: "Areyoulost?"

The little boy still didn't speak, and when he was at a loss, the little boy suddenly became frightened, threw himself into her arms and shouted, "Mother, I can find you." ”

Shi Qing was caught off guard, and just wanted to push him away, but he drilled into his arms hard, and when he turned his head, he saw several people in black looking everywhere.

She stared at the child in her arms, and the alarm bell sounded in her heart, could it be someone trafficker?

Thinking like this, she tummed the person into the hem of her skirt haphazardly, then spread out her cloak and stood in front of the sink to wash her hands.

The little boy who was pressed into the skirt looked stunned, but when he saw that she was still wearing pants inside, he immediately let go of his nervousness.

The first time he drilled other girls' skirts, he couldn't blush a little.

After Shi Qing saw the group of people leaving, he hurriedly pulled him out, and when he saw him red to the base of his neck, he smiled, "I just had an emergency, and I had to do that, what about your mother?" ”

Since he opened his mouth to call her mother in a hurry, he must be able to speak Chinese.

"I'll take responsibility for you." The little boy blushed, and he said this.

Lei's Shiqing was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, "Boy, how old are you to be responsible for me?" ”

"Mommy said, you can't look at girls, you can't lift girls' skirts, I not only saw but also drilled your skirt, so I have to be responsible for you." The little boy said something serious, and Shi Qing felt that what he said made sense.

However, the premise has to ignore the cute Taixiang who is only four or five years old.

"Mu Yunxing."

Suddenly, there was a roar of urgency, panic, and anger mixed with anger.

Xiao Zhengtai in front of Shi Qing trembled, turned his head to see someone coming, and threw his hands out and cried: "Mommy, there was a bad guy trying to arrest me just now." ”

The beautiful woman squatted and held him in her arms in fear, "Do you know what those people look like?" ”

The little boy shook his head.

"Don't get lost next time, go there and Mommy will accompany you." The mother and son hugged each other, and the scene was very warm.

His voice trembled, Chu Chu was pitiful, and Shi Qing was still in a state of confusion at any moment when he was dumped.

Hearing this sound, she came back to her senses.

The woman in front of her had big black curly hair, a white shirt, black wide-legged pants underneath, and the same beige jacket on the outside as Mu Yunxing's.

She wore her hair loosely, her makeup was exquisite, and she restrained the eagerness just now, and at this moment she exuded a faint strength.

"Mommy, she saved me and stuffed me under her skirt."

"Mommy, you said that you can't look at girls, let alone lift girls' skirts, you have to be responsible if you lift them."

"Mommy, I'll be responsible for her." Mu Yunxing tilted his head and said to the woman.

The woman looked at Shi Qing, she was wearing a costume with an ancient atmosphere, with a slight cheongsam style on it, a cyan blouse with a wisp leaf flower as the bottom, and white fluff at the cuffs, which looked very warm.