Seeing the little girl's eyes filled with tears and looking like she was about to cry, Ye Sicheng suddenly felt at a loss.

He hurriedly came forward and couldn't bear to pull the young man over and hugged him in his arms, and hurriedly comforted:

"Okay, okay, I won't sell you. You can call me husband if you like. Don't cry, okay?"

Ye Sicheng never realized that what he was most afraid of was children crying.

As soon as he saw the little girl's eyes full of tears and her pitiful appearance, he was at a loss.

All principles are no longer principles for her.

"My husband doesn't like me?"

The young boy being held in his arms became choked with sobs, and the questions he asked were really heartbreaking.

It seems that in her world, husband is just a title, just like she calls her daddy and mommy.

It does not mean some kind of relationship.

Ye Sicheng hurriedly let her go, looked at her tear-stained cheeks, quickly raised his hand to wipe it away for her, and said in a flattering and gentle voice: "I don't dislike you, it's just..."

He wanted to say that he just couldn't be her husband.

But he gave up the idea and quickly coaxed her and said: "It's just that you don't understand a lot of things when you are young. You will understand when you grow up."

"But what does calling me husband have to do with me growing up?" Young sobbed, blinking his big watery eyes with a look of confusion on his face.

Ye Sicheng, "..."

How should he explain to her.

Even if I explain it, she won't understand.

Forget it, children are children, why should she be unhappy because of a title.

When she grows up and understands what her husband means, she probably won't yell like that anymore.

Thinking of this, Ye Sicheng didn't care about the little girl calling him husband.

The look on his handsome face became much more friendly, and he said to the young man in a good voice: "It's getting late, would you like to go to bed?"

"Um."

The young man nodded his head obediently, but then opened his arms and threw himself into Ye Sicheng's arms, "Hug, my husband, go to sleep."

Ye Sicheng, "..."

This... is to hold him to sleep?

Why!

Thinking that the door to the room was locked by his mother, he had no choice but to stay up all night.

"Okay, hug." Ye Sicheng compromised and accepted his fate.

He carried the child to the bedside and let her sleep in his arms.

If a child is too young and doesn't understand anything, then he shouldn't think about anything and just take care of her as his own sister.

The youngster fell asleep quickly.

Ye Sicheng looked at her sleeping peacefully, and the more he looked at her, the more cute and cute she felt.

Such a cute little guy, how could he be willing to sell her?

…

Villa in Johor Bahru.

It had been a whole week, and there was still no news from his sister. Nian Yichen was lying on the bed, looking so haggard that he had completely lost his complexion.

I also lost a lot of weight.

Mingsheng walked into the room and saw that the boy still didn't touch the food sent by his servants. He got angry again for no reason.

"Do you think your hunger strike will make up for the harm you caused to your sister? Do you think your sister will come back if you starve to death?"

"Nian Yichen, you are a 15-year-old boy. Can you take some responsibility for yourself? If your sister can't be found, shouldn't you take good care of yourself, stand up, and go out to find her yourself?"

Who are you pretending to be sad for?

Ming Sheng couldn't bear to see this boy dying.

But he also knew very well that the little girl might never come back.

It rained heavily the day she disappeared, and there were several mudslides and landslides under the mountain.
Chapter completed!