Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

Wen Mosheng had a bitter face, his brows were tightly knitted, like twisted into a knot. He said helplessly: "How can I get out of this weird situation!" There was a hint of complaint in his tone, and some helpless self-mockery, as if he was very annoyed with his current appearance. His mouth was slightly pouted, his eyes revealed a hint of embarrassment, and his hands unconsciously grasped the quilt tightly, as if he wanted to hide himself deeper.

Feng Qin ignored his complaints and went straight to his closet. She squatted down, her movements light and graceful, like a dancing butterfly. Her slender fingers gently picked up the clothes thrown aside, carefully picked them up one by one, and then put them neatly in the closet.

Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she was treating a precious treasure. Then, she slowly scanned the clothes in the closet with a focused and serious look, carefully selecting them, and finally picked out a light blue shirt suit and handed it to Wen Mosheng.

The shirt was soft and fresh, as if it carried the breath of the morning. After doing all this, she smiled gently, like the warm sunshine of spring, and said to the cubs, "Let's go out and wait for the bad dad."

After that, he led the kids out of the room, leaving Wen Mosheng alone in the room staring at the clothes. His eyes revealed a hint of hesitation and helplessness, as if he was thinking about how to deal with this sudden "fashionable look".

Coming to the picturesque Shenxian Mountain, the lush trees are like loyal guards, tall and upright, their branches and leaves stretching out wantonly, interweaving a dense shade.

Under the canopy of trees, laughter and joy rose and fell like jumping notes. The laughter included the crisp sounds of children playing and the hearty laughter of adults, interweaving together like a joyful symphony in the mountains and forests.

The golden sunlight is like a fine golden thread, passing through the gaps between the branches and floating down. Each ray of light seems to have been carefully filtered and cut by the magical artist of nature, forming colorful strips of light.

These light strips are like living spirits, jumping happily in the air, adding a dreamlike and beautiful color to the people who are swinging on the swings in the woods. The color dances on people's faces and bodies, as if they are wearing a gorgeous dress woven with light and shadow.

Feng Qin was like a lively little antelope, her eyes sparkling with excitement, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She held the trumpet and Pian Pian's soft hands tightly, and trotted all the way to the swing as if she was stepping on a spring.

She stood in front of the swing, her eyes full of anticipation, and said to them in a clear and loud voice: "Come, let's swing!" Feng Qin said as he bent down, looking at Xiao Laba intently, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing his white teeth, and opened his arms to hug Xiao Laba, wanting to hold him steadily on the swing.

"Hmm!" Little Laba twisted his body like a naughty kitten. His chubby little face was wrinkled, but his eyes showed a cleverness.

She said coquettishly, "I'm tired of this. I want my aunt to go up and swing on it! My aunt must have never played it before!" He pointed his little hand at Feng Qin and shook his finger in the air, as if to emphasize his idea.

"I want to swing?" Feng Qin had a hint of surprise in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a helpless smile. She pointed at herself and asked with a smile: "Then, can you push me, a big person like me?" Her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, like black silk dancing in the wind.

At this moment, Tuntun and Wen Mosheng walked over slowly. Tuntun walked with his short legs, hopping and skipping, with a bright smile on his face.

Wen Mosheng walked leisurely with his hands behind his back, a gentle smile in his eyes.

Little Trumpet's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new world. He pointed at Wen Mosheng with his little hand and said in a sweet voice, "Since our bad dad is pushing us, let's go over there and play on the seesaw!" He pouted his little mouth and looked cute.

"How can this be possible?" Feng Qin frowned slightly, her eyes full of worry. She stared at the children closely, her hands unconsciously clenched, like a hen protecting her chicks, she was worried about these children playing by themselves.

Tuntun curled his lips nonchalantly. He stretched out his chubby little hands and forcefully pushed Wen Mosheng to Feng Qin's side.

Wen Mosheng staggered after being pushed, with a helpless smile on his face. Tuntun, like a little adult, put his hands on his hips and said seriously: "You adults play adult games, and we kids play kid games!"

After saying that, his eyes sparkled with confidence, and he turned around, held his head high and led his two sisters towards the seesaw. The two sisters followed behind Tun Tun, their pigtails swinging, their steps brisk and full of expectation.

Feng Qin blushed slightly after hearing what Xiaola said. She was beautiful, with curved eyebrows like a crescent moon in the sky, and her slightly raised eyebrows were lively and playful.

A pair of big eyes, like a deep lake, clear and bright. The eyeballs are like two black gems, sparkling with smart light under the sunlight. The corners of the eyes are slightly upturned, and when she smiles, it seems as if there are stars hidden in them. The long eyelashes are like two small fans, flickering with the blinking of the eyes.

Her nose was straight, standing like a mountain in the middle of her face, adding a sense of three-dimensionality to her features. Her lips were like delicate rose petals, and when they were slightly pouty, they looked even more innocent. The color of her lips was a light pink, like the color of cherry blossom petals in full bloom in spring.

She has a standard oval face, and her skin is fair and delicate, as if water could be squeezed out of it. There is a faint blush on her cheeks, like the sunset on the horizon, revealing a healthy beauty.

I used to play on this swing when I was a kid. Back then, life was simple but full of carefree happiness.

She always sat on the simple but warm swing in her yard, with her skirt fluttering in the breeze. That was her best childhood memory. But it was different when she grew up. For the sake of life, she was like a spinning top, driven by various trivial matters and responsibilities.

As soon as the first ray of sunlight shines in the early morning, she has to get up in a hurry, wash up simply, eat a few bites of breakfast, and then rush to work.

At work, she has to face mountains of documents, her eyes fixed on the computer screen, her fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard, and she is busy for hours without even having time to drink a sip of water.