Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

When Wen Mosheng heard what the trumpet said, his face turned red, and the red color seemed to bleed, quickly spreading from his cheeks to his ears.

His face was burning hot, as if it had been roasted by fire, and he could even feel the heat rising on his face.

He scratched his head awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair as if he was searching for something, making his hair a bit messy, with a few strands sticking up.

His eyes darted around in panic, and his eyeballs moved quickly in his sockets like two restless marbles. His gaze jumped from one person's face to another, and he didn't dare to meet the eyes of the people around him. His eyes were full of guilt and nervousness.

Then he stammered, "Bad baby, how can you tell your mother about this? Don't be silly!"

When he spoke, his lips trembled slightly, as if they were frozen and not quite obedient. There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, which was like a layer of light mist covering his voice, and there was also a bit of panic. His voice unconsciously rose a little, and the ending tone was trembling.

His body unconsciously took a small step back, his feet rubbed against the grass, crushing a small piece of grass, and his center of gravity shifted slightly backwards, as if he wanted to stay away from this embarrassing topic.

When the onlookers saw Wen Mosheng's appearance, some of them couldn't help but laugh. A young man covered his mouth with his hands, which were so big that they almost covered half of his face.

His fingers tightly covered his mouth, his knuckles slightly white from the force. His shoulders kept shaking, as if a cold wind had blown over them, the shaking became stronger and stronger, and his body swayed slightly. His eyes were full of smiles, and the smile seemed to overflow from his eyes, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, like two crescent moons.

He muttered softly, "I'm scared now. Where did all that energy just now go?" His voice was so low that only he could hear it. His lips moved quickly a few times like a little mouse stealing food.

The kids said in unison, "You don't have to tell us. You have to agree to one condition."

The three of them stood in a row, their little chests puffed out like three proud little roosters, their bodies standing straight like three little wooden stakes, motionless.

There was unquestionable determination in their eyes, their eyes were bright and firm, like a burning flame, staring straight at Wen Mosheng, without any intention of retreating, just like three little adults negotiating with an adult.

Wen Mosheng frowned in confusion, his eyebrows like two caterpillars slowly approaching each other, forming a small wrinkle in the center of his eyebrows.

His eyes were full of confusion, as if his eyeballs were shrouded in a layer of fog, full of doubts, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, like a person lost in the dark.

He asked, "What are the conditions? I will give you whatever you want to eat and play with!"

There was a hint of expectation in his eyes, and a faint glimmer of hope. He thought that the children just wanted some snacks or toys or something like that. That look was like seeing a ray of light in the darkness. He hoped that the little ones' requests were simple.

"We don't want anything. We just want the bad dad to be responsible for the little aunt!"

The cubs' voices were clear and loud, like the sound of birds singing in the morning, and their voices were in unison, as if they had been rehearsed.

Every word was spoken clearly and forcefully, their voices were full of power. Their eyes were full of seriousness, their eyes were wide open, their pupils were black and shiny, their eyes were focused and firm, without a trace of joking, as if they were doing something extremely great and serious.

Feng Qin was so ashamed when she heard this in Wen Mosheng's arms that she couldn't raise her head. Her face was as red as a ripe persimmon, as if it could drip blood.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes resting gently on her eyelids like two small fans. Her hands unconsciously grabbed Wen Mosheng's clothes, her fingers tightly grasping the fabric as if grasping a life-saving straw, her knuckles slightly white due to the force.

Her body was trembling slightly, like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Her body was slightly curled up, as if she wanted to shrink herself so that others wouldn't see her.

The crowd was in an uproar, buzzing like a swarm of disturbed bees. Their voices were noisy and chaotic, like boiling porridge.

Everyone was speaking out their thoughts loudly, their voices rising and falling. They all suspected that the three children had brain problems, their eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief, as if filled with countless question marks.

They all shook their heads, moving them left and right like rattles. The shaking was so big that you could almost hear the slight "cracking" sound from the turning of their necks.

Someone frowned and said, "You actually match your father with your aunt. What's wrong with your brain??" As he spoke, his brows were tightly knitted together, forming a deep "川" character between his eyebrows. His lips moved quickly, and his voice was loud, almost shouting, with strong confusion and doubt.

They speculated about various possibilities in a low voice, and all kinds of strange thoughts flashed through their minds like a movie. But they didn't know that Wen Mosheng was not the biological father of the kids.

This situation is like a secret hidden in the dark, forming a sharp contrast with the chaotic and interesting scene before our eyes.

At this time, some men could not bear to watch this seemingly unethical scene. They frowned, their eyebrows tightly twisted together, like two caterpillars fighting.

His eyes were full of displeasure, dissatisfaction and accusation, and his eyes were as sharp as two small swords.

He strode towards Wen Mosheng with big strides, and each step he took felt heavy, as if he was going to make a hole in the ground.

After he stood still, he leaned forward slightly, stared straight at Wen Mosheng, and said to him, "Handsome guy, please don't discredit us men! If you want to do something, don't be so obvious, okay?"

His voice was very loud, as if he wanted everyone around him to hear it on purpose; every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat with force, with a tone of teaching.

As he spoke, he pointed at Wen Mosheng with his finger, which was stretched straight, the tip of which almost poked Wen Mosheng's chest, and the finger trembled slightly due to the force.

Wen Mosheng hated people who stole things the most. When he heard this, he snorted coldly, and the sound seemed to be disdain coming from deep in his nasal cavity.

The snort was very loud, and everyone around could hear it clearly, like the warning of an angry beast. He raised his chin slightly, almost parallel to the ground, with a stubborn and proud look in his eyes, and his eyes were as firm as a burning flame.

He retorted: "I, Wen Mosheng, am upright and honest. I always do things in an open and aboveboard manner! I never do anything sneaky!"

His voice was firm and powerful, like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in the air. Every word he spoke was clear and full of unquestionable power.

His lips opened and closed as he spoke, his teeth occasionally showing a little, and his eyes were filled with anger at the slander, and that anger was like a volcano about to erupt, surging faintly in his eyes.