Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

As soon as these words came out, Xia Bai'an's nose was full of pantothenic acid.

He stared at Mo Che aggrievedly for a while, then turned his face away to ignore him, and just shrank sullenly, not wanting to communicate with him.

And Mo Che felt that the night wind had cooled down a bit, and hugged the person in his arms tighter, and kissed her hair in a vague place where she didn't see it.

She still cares about this matter.

So when it came to cakes, he ran away, and when he had no choice but to divorce, he wanted to marry Mo Lanxin by himself.

The darkness in Mo Che's eyes disappeared without a trace, replaced by helpless tenderness.

He didn't know how to hold the heart of the bird in his arms, but the bird didn't necessarily understand why it left this time, but it wanted to return to this branch of him.

There is no reality of husband and wife between the two of them.

The two have never promised each other forever, nor have they promised to walk side by side.

A mere secular marriage contract.

How can you restrain the birds that are waiting for the wind to blow.

Mo Che closed his eyes, but the possessive desire in Danfeng's eyes gradually became stronger. He gently stroked the other's cold shoulder with his fingertips, and he quickened his pace and walked into the main room.

I don't know when this bird will be enlightened.

Xia Bai'an didn't hear Mo Che's reply for a long time, but the man's chest became the only source of heat in the cool night wind. She subconsciously curled up her cold toes and slowly leaned into his arms, but she was afraid that Mo Che would underestimate him. Feeling so unsteady, he muttered something.

"I deserve it!"

Mo Che couldn't hold back his laughter, and hummed vaguely.

Xia Bai'an blushed slightly, only felt that the heat source was too warm, and he was too sleepy, his usual self-control and resistance fell apart on the road, leaving only the sweet dreams rushing over, bringing the faint ink on Mo Che's body. Fragrance, wrapping her in it airtightly.

When he returned to the room, Xia Bai'an had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Mo Che gently put her down, took a hot handkerchief, and carefully cleaned all the dust and mud on her feet. He didn't bend down until the bed curtain was lowered, and greedily and carefully left the dust under her skirt. falling flowers.

Naturally, he wanted to wait until Xia Bai'an became enlightened.

It's just that Xia Bai'an is always so defenseless in front of him, with his skirt slightly open, and his fingertips still hooking his skirt, like an invitation.

The dormant beast in Mo Che's heart carefully retracted its fangs, and could only get some proper sweetness.

When he finished arranging Xia Bai'an's clothes, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss the corner of Xia Bai'an's mouth, and said: "I deserve this too."

A good night's sleep.

Xia Bai'an slept until the sun was up until he woke up.

The sleep she had lost for many days was made up. She got up refreshed and washed and changed her clothes. The two maids saw the traces when they were changing her clothes.

Xia Bai'an didn't notice it, and after changing his clothes, he ordered the kitchen to cook some good food: "Didn't Wang Mang and the others not come yesterday, it seems that they should come today, it's always right to prepare."

"Yes, ma'am."

The maids all retreated one after another, each of them feeling strange.

"Last night, the madam and the master quarreled and everyone in the yard woke up, but today they seem to be fine."

"Not only is everyone fine, but the two of them shared the same bed overnight. I just saw that Madam's collarbone is still..."

"Cough-cough-"

Wu Yue coughed violently, and the maidservants came back to their senses, and they didn't dare to continue talking about the master, so they hurriedly fled the scene.

Wu Yue led Mo Xue who was looking for books in the warehouse, and asked, "You didn't understand what they meant, did you?"

"I'm just a child." The corners of Mo Xue's smiling eyes curled up, and she rushed towards Xia Bai'an, still calling sweetly: "Mother."

"..." This is clearly understood!

Wuyue is really about to kneel down to this little ancestor, her face changed like a book, a five-year-old doll on the outside, but a 15-year-old woman on the inside, she can be a nobleman in their tribe who oppresses the people no matter what in the future.

Xia Bai'an's heart melted when he heard his daughter's mother.

The matter of being abandoned by Xue'er yesterday was forgotten in an instant.

She embraced Mo Xue happily, and kissed her tender face.

"Remember to return the pillow to me."

"Mom, you only care about your own pillow, don't you care if I sleep well?" Mo Xue pursed her mouth.

"You only hug the pillow, you don't hug Mother, don't you care if Mother is cold?" Xia Bai'an pretended to wipe away tears.

Mo Xue immediately widened her eyes.

"How do you learn how to speak from me?"

"You still imitate my nonsense." Xia Bai'an pinched her nose again with a smile, and the mother and daughter went to the hall while laughing.

Mo Che and his two sons seemed to have just returned from practicing martial arts in the front yard, and they all came in dressed in black.

The two people met each other, Xia Bai'an stared at Mo Che, then stuffed Mo Xue into his arms: "Wait a minute."

Mo Xue and Mo Che looked at each other, both puzzled.

Until they were seated, Wang Mang and Li Fugui came to the door with gifts, thanking Xia Bai'an for their kindness in recommending them, and then said that they would pay back the money from the broken finger, making a lot of noise.

Mo Che didn't like it, so he left everything to A Yuan and A Gao to solve it.

The three children were used to dealing with these people, and happily walked around the table.

After a while, Xia Bai'an came back out of breath, greeted a few people hastily, and put the two bags in front of Mo Che.

Mo Che raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"The first batch of cakes in the morning market are still hot. I'll bring you a piece of cloud cake, osmanthus cake, jujube cake, and any other weird cakes." Xia Baian sat beside him and took a sip. water.

When the people nearby heard the commotion, they all quieted down and sat down to look over.

Sitting next to Mo Che, Mo Xue poked her head and poked the bag: "There are so many, Daddy can't finish it."

"Enough to feed him for eight nights." Xia Bai'an lifted his chin triumphantly.

Mo Che looked coldly: "Don't eat."

But Xia Bai'an pushed the pastry towards his eyes, and said seriously: "If you don't eat it now, I'm sure you won't eat it at night. You take these two bags with you to bed at night, and eat when you're hungry. Don't bother me to sleep."

"..."

Mo Che had the urge to throw away all the pastries.

This woman really has an elm head.

His face was slightly cold, and he gave the pastry to Mo Xue: "You eat."

"I won't fight with dad...I'll eat it." Seeing the change in Mo Che's eyes, Mo Xue quickly hugged the pastry bag.

Daddy usually loves her the most, but every time he is in front of Xia Bai'an, he is so strict with him.

Angry.

Xia Bai'an saw it, and poked Mo Che with his elbow: "You can't give children so many sweet things."

"Can I eat that many sweets?" Mo Che glanced coldly.

"I don't mind if you eat so many sweet rotten teeth and get diabetes, as long as you don't hinder my sleep." Xia Bai'an grinned at him, "The sky is big and the earth is big, sleeping and eating are the biggest."

Mo Che's forehead had bulging veins, and a spoonful of porridge blocked her mouth tightly.

Xia Bai'an's eyes widened and he was about to speak when a servant came from outside the door: "Master Cen Hanshan came to the door and wants to see Madam."