Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

“Humph!” Tuntun said loudly into the phone, the voice so loud that it seemed to penetrate the entire hospital corridor.

"Report to mom, when we were playing on the swing today, my aunt fell off the swing, and my bad dad kissed her! Oli Ge! Hehe!"

After saying that, Tun Tun ran to the corner and hid like a frightened little rabbit. His short legs ran very fast and he disappeared in a flash.

The floor of the corridor was made of smooth marble. When Tuntun ran past, the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

Tuntun's eyes were sparkling with a mischievous smile. He looked back while running, as if provoking everyone.

His little face was flushed and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The sweat beads sparkled under the light like little crystal pearls.

His clothes were a little wrinkled and swayed as he ran, as if telling his naughty story.

Little Trumpet was so angry that he stomped his feet on the ground, making a "dong dong" sound.

"Yeah! I'll tell you, let me tell you! Hey, don't mess around. Humph!"

Her little face turned red and her eyes sparkled with stubbornness.

The patients and their families were attracted by the noise of the trumpet and cast curious glances at him. The trumpet frowned, his cheeks puffed up, and he looked cute and angry.

Her little hands were clenched into fists, as if she was fighting for her "right to speak." She glanced at her brothers and sisters from time to time, her eyes full of dissatisfaction and challenge.

When Wen Mosheng heard this, he jumped up immediately, like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He chased Tuntun and shouted, "I told you not to say it, not to say it. Is this what you kids say? This bad kid is really a bad kid, especially a bad kid! Oh my god!"

His face was full of anxiety and helplessness, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The light shone on Wen Mosheng, casting a long shadow.

Wen Mosheng’s brows were furrowed, his eyes were full of panic, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he was thinking about how to stop the children from continuing to "leak information".

His hair was a little messy, with a few strands hanging in front of his forehead, swaying as he moved. His clothes were also a little wrinkled, showing his panic.

Pianpian also came close to the phone and was about to speak, but Xiaolaba turned around and ran away with the phone.

She was like a little whirlwind, running and shouting loudly: "Ah Mom, let me tell you. Today my aunt drowned, and I asked my bad dad to do artificial respiration...yyds! Wow!"

The crisp sound echoed in the corridor. The window at the end of the corridor was half open, and a breeze blew in gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

Pianpian's eyes were wide open, her face full of surprise, one of her hands still suspended in the air, as if she was at a loss as to what to do with Xiaolaba's sudden action.

Her hair fell softly on her shoulders, swaying gently as she moved. Her clothes were a light blue dress, and the hem fluttered slightly, like a blooming flower.

Wen Mosheng chased Tuntun, but Tuntun had no idea where he was hiding, so he had to go back. As soon as he got back, he heard the small loudspeaker broadcasting his "heroic deeds" again.

He quickly chased after her, shouting as he ran: "Wait, wait, wait, you bad baby, how can you tell mommy this? Don't tell, this is a hospital, don't tell...Oh my! Please, please!"

His voice was full of urgency and panic, as if the end of the world was coming. The entire hospital corridor was filled with their noise, which formed a sharp contrast with the original quiet atmosphere of the hospital.

Wen Mosheng's face turned red, his eyes were full of anxiety and helplessness, and he waved his hands while running, looking very funny.

His shoes made a "tapping" sound on the ground, as if playing music to his panic.

When Feng Li heard the news on the other end of the phone, her eyes instantly lit up like bright stars, and the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a smile as bright as the warm spring sun.

She tilted her head slightly, put the phone to her ear, and said happily: "Okay, auntie, today Mom will leave it to you three. Let's go to Jiaqing Restaurant for dinner later. I have booked a private room there. Remember to tell your uncle-in-law!"

The sound was clear and pleasant, like a clear spring flowing in the mountains.

At this time, the lively little Trumpet was like a clever little mouse, slipping into this clinic and then into that department. Her little feet stepped lightly on the ground, making a slight "click" sound.

Her eyes were full of curiosity, like twinkling stars. Her small nose moved slightly, as if she was exploring the new and strange smell around her. "Uncle-in-law? Who is he?"

The curious voice of the little trumpet echoed in the air. The little head was tilted with a puzzled look on its face, which was so cute.

Wen Mosheng chased after him relentlessly, his face full of anxiety and helplessness. His brows were tightly knitted together, as if they were twisted into a knot.

Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, sparkling under the light.

While chasing, he shouted loudly: "Bad baby, don't run, bad daddy won't be able to find you later!" His voice was full of worry and anxiety.

Behind him, Pian Pian was waving her hands like a dancing butterfly, with an excited smile on her face, as gorgeous as a blooming flower.

She shouted clearly, "Little Trumpet, run!" as if she was cheering Little Trumpet on.

After a while, Xiao Laba rushed out of the clinic. Her big round eyes were shining with pride, her hands on her hips, her small chest slightly raised.

Because she had told her mother the important things, there was nothing to hide now. So she walked towards Wen Mosheng with a swagger, her small figure full of confidence.

The steps were firm and powerful, as if declaring victory.

"Uncle-in-law, mom said she booked a private room at Jiaqing Restaurant! She asked us to come over for dinner! Mom also said she sent the message to your WeChat."

The childish voice of the trumpet sounded like the song of a yellow oriole in spring, her face was full of expectation, and her eyes were sparkling, as if hiding countless little stars.

After hearing what Xiaola said, Wen Mosheng's face suddenly darkened, and he was filled with astonishment. His eyes were wide open, like copper bells. "What did you say?" There was a hint of doubt and surprise in his voice. His tone was full of disbelief.

"Mom said the message was sent to your phone." Little Trumpet pouted, looking very cute, and looked at Wen Mosheng, as if waiting for his response. The pink little mouth was slightly pouting, like a ripe cherry.

"Not this one, the previous one!" Wen Mosheng said angrily, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes revealing dissatisfaction. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart.