Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

As he watched, he scratched the back of his head with his hand, running his fingers through his hair, making it a little messy. He slowly squatted down, bending his knees very slowly, as if he was afraid of making any noise and disturbing Wen Mosheng.

Tuntun stood at the front, leaning forward, her little face flushed with nervousness, her eyes fixed on Wen Mosheng, worry in her eyes, her brows tightly locked together.

He clenched his hands tightly together in front of his chest. The base of his hands turned white due to the force. His body was as motionless as a statue, only his chest was rising and falling slightly, showing his inner tension.

After a while, a miracle happened, and Feng Qin was rescued. She seemed to be awakened from a nightmare, and sat up suddenly, with both hands firmly supported on the grass, her palms pressed hard on the grass, her fingers deeply sunk into the grass, and the cracks between her nails were stained with mud. She gasped for air, and every breath seemed to use up all her strength, her chest rose and fell violently, with a large amplitude, like surging waves.

Her eyes were still filled with the fear of drowning. They were wide open with a hint of panic. Her eyeballs were like two black marbles moving restlessly in their sockets. There were beads of sweat on her forehead, which slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the grass. Her hair was also a little messy and scattered on her face. A few strands of hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Her lips were trembling slightly, as if she was trying to control her emotions.

After she sat up, her body was still shaking slightly, as if she had not yet recovered from her weakness, and the grass under her buttocks was flattened by her.

"Wake up! Wake up! I wonder if the girl can accept this reality!" A young man shouted while raising his eyebrows. His eyebrows were raised high, with a look of watching a good show in his eyes, and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. There was a bit of cunning in that smile, and curiosity and expectation flashed in his eyes.

As he spoke, he leaned forward, his body slightly bent like a curious shrimp, his neck stretched out like a giraffe's long neck, as if he had imagined a big drama in his mind.

He felt that the sister-in-law would definitely slap the brother-in-law. In his opinion, this kind of thing violated ethics and morality, and any girl would be angry. He rubbed his hands unconsciously, and his fingers rubbed against each other, making a slight "rustling" sound.

But I never expected——

When Feng Qin saw that the person who saved him was Wen Mosheng, his face immediately turned red, like a ripe apple, his cheeks flushed, and the blush spread from his cheeks to his ears. His eyes were instantly filled with shyness, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. The corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a sweet smile, with an indescribable joy in his smile.

She immediately fell into Wen Mosheng's arms, her movements were quick and natural, like a bird that had found a safe haven. When she pounced on Wen Mosheng, she stretched out her hands forward, her arms drew an arc in the air, and she immediately hugged Wen Mosheng's neck, holding her hands tightly, fingers crossed, her body pressed tightly against him, her chest heaving slightly, and she could feel her rapid heartbeat.

There was a hint of shyness and surprise in her voice as she said, "Thank you, Brother Mosheng!" Her voice was soft and pleasant, like the crisp sound of a mountain stream flowing over rocks.

The people around were all confused, their eyes full of doubt, their mouths slightly open, their expressions very funny. Some people's eyes were wide open, their eyeballs almost popped out, their faces full of disbelief, and there was a hint of shock in their eyes.

He leaned back as if he was hit by something, and he unconsciously took a small step back, stepping on the instep of the person behind him, who let out a slight cry. Some people scratched their heads, frowning tightly, with confusion in their eyes, as if they were solving a complicated math problem.

He scratched his head and turned around in a small circle, trampling the grass under his feet. Others were talking quietly, with curiosity in their eyes, trying to guess the story behind it.

Some of these people were whispering to each other, their bodies leaning very close to each other, their heads almost touching, their ears almost touching each other's mouths, speaking softly, afraid of being overheard; others stood there with their hands on their chests, shaking their heads, their bodies swaying from side to side like a pendulum, and their eyes occasionally glancing at Wen Mosheng and Feng Qin.

Some people witnessed this dramatic scene, and a malicious smile slowly appeared on the corners of their mouths. The smile gradually spread from the corners of their mouths, just like a quietly blooming evil little flower.

As the corners of his mouth slightly raised, a few uneven teeth were revealed, and there seemed to be some residue from the food he had just eaten between his teeth.

His eyes were slightly narrowed, with a hint of teasing in his gaze, like a cunning fox staring at its prey, full of anticipation for a good show.

His body also leaned forward slightly, and his upper body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, tilting about fifteen degrees in the direction of the cubs, as if trying to dig out more fun from the children's reactions. His neck also unconsciously stretched out a little, like a curious goose, wanting to see everything in front of him more thoroughly.

Little Trumpet paid no attention to their teasing. He clapped his hands happily and shouted, "Bad dad, you kissed my aunt so many times! I'm going to go back and tell my mom!"

Every time the trumpet's chubby hands clapped, a crisp "pa pa" sound would be heard. His eyes were sparkling like two twinkling stars, revealing his cleverness. His eyeballs were black and shiny, just like two black gemstones, and his eyes were filled with excitement and the pride of discovering a secret.

The little face was flushed with excitement, as if it had been lightly smudged with red paint, and the red was even and cute. As he spoke, he jumped twice, and his small body seemed to be equipped with springs, and each jump could bounce about five centimeters high, as if he had discovered a huge secret.

The crowd seemed to have found something more interesting, and they stared at Wen Mosheng with a gloating look. Their eyes were filled with a "you deserve it" expression, like cold arrows shooting straight at Wen Mosheng. Their eyes widened slightly, and their eyeballs seemed to bulge out of their eye sockets. Their gazes were fixed on Wen Mosheng, not blinking, for fear of missing any of his expressions. They were thinking that this "playboy" would definitely end up in trouble, and they had already begun to imagine the scene of Wen Mosheng being scolded by his wife.

They were whispering to each other, their heads close together, almost touching, their ears almost touching each other's mouths, whispering softly.

As he spoke, his lips moved slightly, his voice was as small as the buzzing of a mosquito, and from time to time he chuckled. The laughter was gently squeezed out of his throat, like suppressed excitement, and the whole atmosphere was filled with a sense of excitement from gossip.