My dad's life

Chapter 244: The Detestable Trafficker

"Miss sister, I picked this for you, do you like it?" The little guy also carried the princess house he chose to Chen Qiangwei's bed.

Unlike Huang Hao, Chen Qiangwei is very happy to receive this unexpected gift. She is only six years old this year, at the age she likes the princess.

This princess house not only has a princess special decoration inside, but also a princess doll sitting in it, which makes the little girl very happy and feels that she has got two gifts at once.

"Thank you little sister." The little girl pursed her mouth. She didn't dare to smile now, and her cheek hurt when she smiled.

The left side of her entire cheek is purple, which is more conspicuous against the white skin, and her left eye is swollen and can hardly be opened. It can be seen that the trafficker's slap is heavy and it is simply not human.

The little brother's legs were wrapped tightly just now. The little guy hadn't felt anything yet, but the appearance of the little sister had a great impact on her.

She likes to run, so she often falls, and sometimes there is a little redness and swelling, and she feels very painful.

"Miss sister, you are very painful, right? Do you want me to blow it for you? It doesn't hurt if I blow it." The little guy said innocently.

"Okay, thank you little sister." Chen Qiangwei nodded.

Hearing this, the little guy immediately supported the edge of the bed to climb up, and she couldn't reach it without climbing. Lin Weiwei, who had been standing by the bed, reached out and hugged her up.

Then the little guy put his little head close to Chen Qiangwei, shrugged his little nose and smelled it, and then said in surprise: "Miss Sister, what is the smell on your face."

"That's the smell of the potion. The doctor said that the potion will get better soon."

"Oh." The little guy stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, but quickly shrank back. She was afraid that the little sister would hurt her, so she puffed up her small mouth, blew a few breaths, and then muttered. "It doesn't hurt to blow, and it doesn't hurt to blow."

"Miss sister, do you feel better?" The little guy asked expectantly after blowing.

"Well, it's a little bit better." Chen Qiangwei scratched her head, but actually it was just a mental effect.

Lin Weiwei is a very emotional person. When she heard the words next to her, tears came out immediately. Chen Qiang hurriedly drew a few napkins to her.

"Okay, don't cry, you will break your eyes if you cry any more."

But she just couldn't stop her tears, Chen Qiangwei saw her mother cry, and her small mouth collapsed.

"Don't cry. If you cry again, your daughter will cry with you. This is not conducive to the recovery of her wound." Chen Qiang persuaded again.

Lin Weiwei immediately stopped her tears when she heard the words.

"Okay, Qiangwei doesn't cry anymore. Look at the gift that little sister brought you." Chen Qiang helped her unpack the toy box just now.

Chen Qiangwei was still young, and was quickly distracted, hugging the princess doll happily.

"Brother Fang, I have something to ask you." Just as Xinxin was talking to the little guys, Huang Yun quietly pulled him out of the ward, and Chen Qiang followed him when he saw him.

Only Wu Di was waiting outside the ward. As for Huang Hao's grandparents and grandparents, they didn't know where they were.

"Mr. Fang, I want to ask, how are the traffickers caught?" Huang Yun asked eagerly.

"Of course the sentence is to be measured in accordance with the law. Don't worry, you will definitely not get away."

"I know that the sentence must be a sentence, but if the sentence is lightened, I can't get this bad breath in my heart. Let's not talk about what kind of words our two children are typed? Those abducted families have found it, otherwise it is true. It will kill people," Huang Yun said angrily.

"Brother Huang is right. There was a mother who lost her child before and committed suicide by cutting her wrists directly. Fortunately, her husband found out in time and was rescued. Otherwise, even if the child was retrieved, there would be no mother." Chen Qiang was also there. Said beside.

In fact, after this incident, he did not dare to leave Lin Weiwei, fearing that she would also do stupid things.

"Is there anything else? I really don't know. But you can rest assured, you will definitely get a heavy sentence, not to mention the death penalty, it will definitely sit and wear it, don't think of it in this life." Fang Yuan comforted.

But Huang Yun and Chen Qiang were a little bit confused. Didn't they just say to see the court?Why is it sure to be severely sentenced now?

"On the one hand, this is Xia Jing. The crime in the imperial capital is not good, and one of the kidnapped children has a special identity, so..."

Fang Yuan didn't explain, but Huang Yun and Chen Qiang weren't fools, so they understood what he meant, so they didn't ask any more questions.

"It's really hateful that these human traffickers are targeting dolls who don't have the ability to protect themselves. The country should have a policy to shoot all traffickers within three generations. I see if anyone will dare to traffic children in the future?" Huang Yun said harshly.

Fang Yuan and Chen Qiang were speechless.

"Brother Huang, it's not in ancient times. He still afflicts the nine ethnic groups, but I don't understand why the sentence for abduction of children is so light. This should be studied like the United States." Chen Qiang said with a sigh.

There are two major organizations in the United States that must not be messed with. One is the tax agency and the other is the Child Protection Service Center.

In the former, there is no guarantee that a tank will drive directly in front of you and suddenly rush you.

the latter……

The juvenile protection bill, which is as tall as the Empire State Building, even the President of the United States will be pulled down and sent to prison.

But in China?There are not many human traffickers sentenced to death. As for the children who are abused by their parents, they usually put their parents in prison for ten and a half days, do ideological work, and then they are gone.

But this actually hurts the children even more. Who knows if they will sprinkle resentment and anger on the children again after returning.

Few people have even heard of being deprived of custody rights. If they were in the United States, they would have sat in prison.

"Okay, let's not talk about these. There are too many problems involved. The country must also have its considerations. We don't have to worry about it. I believe it will get better and better in the future. In recent years, it is not also the increase in the fight against trafficking. Has it? The sentencing has gradually increased!"

"Yes, don't say that."

Huang Yun glanced at Wu Di, who was standing next to him and had not spoken until now, then took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Fang Yuan, "This is my business card with my contact information on it. What do you need me for in the future? If you can help, just call me."

Fang Yuan took a look at it. It was printed with "Jinxin Building Materials Co., Ltd." on the back, and its business scope was printed on the back. The scope was quite wide, from wire, plate, rebar, etc., as long as it involved steel.

"I keep the business card, but I don't need any help. I don't have the capital to build my own house." Fang Yuan said with a smile.

"I don't have a business card, so just keep a mobile phone." Chen Qiang also said beside him.

They chatted for a while, and Huang Hao’s grandparents came back from outside and said to Huang Yun: “We ordered a table outside, and it’s almost noon. Let’s invite Mr. Fang’s family to have a meal. Thank him for helping us find it. The child."

"That's not okay, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I can avoid eating." Fang Yuan hurriedly declined, then returned to the ward, greeted Caiyi and the little guy to leave.

Caiyi was talking to her two mothers, and the little guy was chatting happily with the two older brothers and sisters who had just met.