She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

The brother and sister were controlled from the upper body by the powerful women, but they still wanted to kick each other with their feet and cursed non-stop.

The picture has an inexplicable sense of humor in a nonsensical movie.

"How dignified! How dignified!"

Mrs. Mo pointed at her children, her face turned red and her fingers trembled slightly.

Nanny Xin next to her hurriedly stepped forward, letting Mrs. Mo lean on half of her body, and supported her back, "Ma'am, please be calm..."

Then he winked at a pretty maidservant beside him.

The maid understood and walked out quickly.

After a while he came in with a tea tray.

Mrs. Mo took a sip of warm tea from Nanny Xin's hand and felt relieved.

But when he looked up, he saw a pair of sons and daughters hostile to each other like enemies in the previous life, and their hearts clashed again.

She clutched her chest and said bitterly: "What sin did I commit in my previous life to give birth to you two!"

Mo Tingjin stiffened his neck and wanted to argue, but Mrs. Mo knocked him back.

"Go back to your yard. You are so sure that I can't deal with you, right? You actually dare to hit your sister. Well - just wait for me and let your father come back to deal with you!"

Mo Tingjin immediately shrank his neck and became frightened.

Before Mo Yuying could show her proud expression, Mrs. Mo pointed her finger at her again.

"And you, you are the eldest son, the eldest son, and the eldest grandson of the Duke of Dingguo! If you marry, you will be the future clan wife! Do you think the Duke of Dingguo wants you so much?! Because the saint personally intervened in this marriage, It’s a foregone conclusion now, and I won’t allow you to say whether you want to marry or not. You have to marry whether you want to marry or not. Even if you die in a head-on collision, your memorial tablet must be given to me!”

After saying that, without looking at the two of them, his cold eyes swept over the maids standing aside.

"Keep an eye on Miss, if anything happens again, every one of you will be counted as one -" Before he finished speaking, everyone trembled, "No one is allowed to reveal anything about what happened today. You bastard, don’t blame me for leaving the person to the master’s disposal.”

Mrs. Mo felt remorseful.

I had received a message from my husband before, so I hurriedly came to tell my daughter the good news, hoping to reassure her.

I thought it was a happy event, but I didn't expect it to develop like this.

Although the people brought here are all ordinary people waiting around, but after all, there are many people with mixed opinions.

If the message goes to Duke Dingguo's Mansion...

The maids and servants hurriedly knelt down to answer.

It is widely rumored that Mrs. Mo Wu is the most famous tigress in the Dashun Dynasty, the kind who can leave her name in history.

Mr. Mo is a handsome man with a rich family background, and he is the youngest pavilion elder in this dynasty, but he is so henpecked that he does not even have a concubine to have sex with him.

There are also rumors of romance.

It is said that Mr. Mo had a concubine and a common room in his early years.

Later, he was sold by the Wu family and killed with a stick. There is controversy as to whether he was sold or killed with a stick.

It is also said that Mr. Mo also built an outer room, but no one was alive and no corpses were seen.

It is said that he has a nose and eyes, which seems to be true. The Wu family is said to be like an evil Shura ghost, extremely vicious.

In fact, Wu was born in a rural area.

Although he doesn't read much, he is fair and kind.

He rarely beats or scolds his servants, and those who have a screwdriver that is outrageous are only sold out without taking any lives.

But like this, no one dares to deceive her about her good intentions, and she is willing to do it in a positive and negative way, all because of Master Mo.

When Mo Yuying turned fourteen, it was the first time that her mother scolded her so severely.

Not daring to speak for a moment, he lowered his head to hide the resentment in his eyes.

Although Mo Tingjin was not convinced, he did not dare to play tricks with his mother.

But those tiger eyes that were very similar to Wu's were staring at Mo Yuying like fire.

But Xiong didn't last more than three seconds before Wu twisted his ears and dragged him out, shouting "Hey, hey" all the way, "Mom, please be gentle, your ears are about to fall off——"

A group of servants filed out following Wu.

A few maids from Xuefuyuan hurriedly stepped forward to help Mo Yuying, who was weak.

The stuffy air finally began to flow.

Qiao Zhenzhen waited for a moment, "Can you speak now?"

Ten Wan jumped off the table, did a standard cat stretch, and then spoke slowly.

"Don't you think this scene is familiar?"

"How can it be!"

Qiao Zhenzhen's first reaction was to deny it. After thinking about it, she said, "Could this be my previous life?"

Ten Thousand looked at him with squinting contempt, his expression a bit unbeatable.

"What are you thinking about? This is the world you built, the plot you built, and you don't remember anything!"

Qiao Zhenzhen was stunned and pointed to herself, "Is this a novel I wrote?"

She was still in shock, and all she could hear was the maid's soft cry of pain.

Then there were scoldings, and the two maids beside her carefully helped her lie down on the bed.

Qiao Zhenzhen's conversation with Ten Wan was temporarily interrupted and she looked over there.

There were four waiters in total, three young men and a woman in her forties.

The maids lowered their heads and tried to reduce their presence. Only the woman adjusted the pillow for the girl to make her sleep more comfortable.

He smoothed her messy hair, covered her with a quilt, and assigned her tasks.

"Dongxiang is going to get the lady a glass of water, Chunxiang is going to get warm water, and Xiaxiang is going to make some medicine."

Several people quickly walked out of the door, their movements silent.

Seeing everyone exiting, Sun's mother knelt down in front of the bed and begged in a low voice, "Nanny knows the pain in your heart, but things have become like this. Girl, just, just..."

Mo Yuying felt dizzy and hot, and her heart was full of hatred, sorrow and pain. She lay on the edge of the bed and cried bitterly.

"Nanny, I don't want to get married. I don't know him at all. Why is mom forcing me? Isn't she afraid that I will really seek death?!"

"Madam has always favored girls, so how can she harm you? That person..." She paused, "You'd better forget it!"

Before she finished speaking, Mo Yuying pushed her away, "I don't! You all come to force me, but I don't want to do what you want!"

At this time, there were footsteps outside, and Sun's mother quickly stood up and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Dongxiang came into the room carrying a lacquered tea tray.

Mo Yuying only took a sip and then smashed the cup on her face, "Are you trying to burn me to death, you despicable whore!"

I don't know whether he was scolding the servant or someone else.

"Alas--"

Ten Thousand is calm and relaxed, after all, it is the cat who masters all the plots.

"What's wrong with her? She's a bad person. Besides, aren't these all characters in your works? You have to take full responsibility for what she does."

"Warning, character behavior does not rise to the author's level."

Ten Thousand shook his generous head.

Dongxiang's hair was wet and stuck to her face, and her front was wet.

She covered her forehead, but her expression was calm, even numb.

Mother Sun couldn't bear it, and pretended to scold her, "Why are you so clumsy and make the girl angry? Go and change your clothes and serve her again."

Dongxiang bowed her head and retreated.

Chunxiang came in with a copper basin.

Mother Sun was afraid that Mo Yuying would vent her anger on the maid again, so she twisted the handkerchief and wiped her face.

Mo Yuying really lost her strength this time and felt uncomfortable, so she closed her eyes tightly and lay back.

Qiao Zhenzhen continued to search for memories.

After a while, I still couldn't remember whether there was such a character.

She shook her head.

"I really don't remember. Are you sure this is my book? Are you looking for the wrong person?"

After ten years of coding career, she considers herself small and transparent.

There are about a hundred main characters created, and Mo Yuying's name is not familiar at all.

Ten Thousand summons an electronic screen in the void that only it can see.

Pupu pretended to spit on his claws twice and scrolled through the pages.

"That's right, it's you. This is the first story you created in your life, but you fooled me."

Qiao Zhenzhen was shocked and immediately stopped.

That huge pit!

The only stain in her coding career - "Rebirth: The Cultivation of the Black Lotus"