Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

Wen Mosheng thought this woman was really crazy. She was suppressed by herself and yet she could still laugh. Although he was punched and kicked on the buttocks, he took it all as a massage.

"Do you want to change it? If not, don't even think about it!"

"No! I don't care. I won't lose anything if I don't sing."

Xiao Laba saw that he couldn't call his grandma and grandpa to come, and Pian Pian couldn't find the bamboo pole anywhere in the room. The two little women saw that their mother and aunt were still pinned down on the sofa by the bad guys and couldn't move.

Tuntun was still practicing the iron sand palm and mandarin duck kick on Wen Mosheng's butt...

Saving people was the most important thing, no matter if it worked or not. Xiao Laba threw the remote control on the sofa, ran up, climbed onto the sofa, and her special trick was to pull hair. She grabbed Wen Mosheng's hair with both hands and pulled hard, like a mad little beast: "Bad uncle, let my mother go!"

Pianpian ran over and hugged Wen Mosheng's thighs. Her usual trick was to pull the flesh. She used her thin hands to forcefully pull the flesh on Wen Mosheng's legs, but the boy's leg flesh was too hard, so she only pulled the leg hair and pulled it off...

Later, Tuntun massaged and pounded his buttocks. Although it didn't hurt at first, he couldn't bear it after being beaten and kicked so much. In addition, the two young women's children came to pluck his hair, and he cried out in pain!

"Oh, oh! I surrender, I surrender, let go."

"No, no, you have to let my mother go first!" the little loud speaker said loudly.

Fengli smiled because she won with the help of her cubs.

A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. As the performance time was approaching, Brother Ji was knocking on the door outside hurriedly to urge the performance time to come.

Wen Mosheng had no choice but to let go, "Let go!" The kids were still holding on tightly. His face was very ugly. If it weren't for the performance, he would have thrown the four mothers and their children out of the window!

"Hurry up and tell your kids to stop! The show is about to start. Do you want to ruin my place? Why don't you change into some decent clothes?"

Fengli patted her clothes and said, "This is the best, most nostalgic and most formal way."

Wen Mosheng slapped Xiao Loudspeaker's hand away, picked up Pian Pian and threw her on the sofa. "I just came back from abroad, and I don't like to see you, a country bumpkin!"

"Wrong!" Feng Li clapped her hands, "Do you know what a reminiscence party is?" Feng Li pointed at her body, "Such old clothes can bring back their memories! I think it's just right! Maybe they went to the countryside to work when they were young intellectuals?"

Eh? The crazy woman thing was true. He stared at Fengli blankly. She really had the aura of a pure country girl of that era. But who wouldn't dress up to be attractive in this performance? This put him in a dilemma.

Brother Ji was knocking hard outside. He was not afraid of breaking the door. "Boss, it's started. It's started. The old man is angry."

Seeing that he remained silent, Fengli said confidently, "You believe me!"

He made up his mind and said, "Go ahead, go ahead!" He walked to the sofa over there, picked up the remote control, and opened the door with a beep.

Brother Ji rushed in to report: "Boss, the time is up. The old man is entertaining guests downstairs. They are all famous wealthy businessmen from abroad. Did they bring their own recorded CDs? There are hundreds of songs, all of which are old-fashioned. What should we do?" He glanced at Fengli, worried that he could not cope with it.

Wen Mosheng took a breath of cold air. He was afraid that tonight's reunion party would be ruined by her. His brows were furrowed. He wondered how many songs Fengli could sing. He looked at Fengli pitifully and felt that no one could save him tonight.

Feng Li looked at his expression and smiled: "What's that expression on your face? Don't worry, they old men can listen to hundreds of songs in one night and they have to be energetic!"

This reminded him, and his eyes lit up. The light of hope once again enveloped Feng Li: "Can you do it? Aren't you afraid that they will choose a song that you can't sing, then all your rewards will be gone!"

"Well, then we can only leave it to fate?" Feng Li sighed and smiled slyly. Now, she must never tell anyone her secret again.

Brother Ji urged, "There's nothing we can do. Go on stage now and sing as much as you can. It's better than not singing a single song!"

"Let's go!" Wen Mosheng put on his coat and left.

"Mom, we want to go too." The three children ran up and hugged Fengli.

Wen Mosheng turned around and picked up the trumpet. Fengli took Tuntun Pianpian's hand and followed Brother Ji out the door. They first sent Fengli to the backstage, and then took the child out to the second floor to watch.

Wen Jiahao was sitting at the banquet table on the second floor with his old friends, happily sipping tea and discussing the changes they had seen since returning to China. Looking at his son, holding the child in his arms, and followed by two other people, he was surprised!

"Dad, hello uncles! Our Wen Jiahao Nightclub is so glorious today! Thank you all for coming and supporting us. It's our honor!" He put the trumpet on the seat next to him and clapped his hands twice, "Bring it up!"

Under the lights, more than twenty beautiful hostesses came up with trays covered with silk handkerchiefs. There were twenty remote controls lined up inside.

Wen Mosheng continued to introduce: "This is the song selection remote control! Uncles, just press the number on the remote control and you can listen to the song you want first!"

An elderly foreign businessman wearing Hanfu said, "My dear nephew, we don't want machine singing or lip-syncing, we want real people to perform live!"

Wen Mosheng's mouth twitched. He was not sure if Fengli could sing because some of the songs were too old. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, uncle. I will definitely sing them with my real self! I just don't know if I can satisfy you."

"Then it depends on whether there are any talented people in your field."

"I hope tonight will live up to my uncle's expectations!" He couldn't let him down! He was sweating in his hands. At this moment, the announcer said, "The reminiscence party is starting now! Please sing some songs, all the racers who hold the key to success!"

Wen Jiahao said loudly: "My dear friends, please move your golden fingers to see who can grab the opening song of their favorite song first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, music started playing. It was the old song "Jasmine Flower".

The people on other floors were stunned and started to laugh.

"What song is this? I've never heard it before! Who, who can sing it, who can sing it?"

The handsome guy sitting in the front row on the third floor also frowned. Hmm? Such an old song, I guess we, the new generation, can't sing it. He doesn't know what song it is, but his father, the retired director of the Cultural Bureau, often hums this tune. If such a song is played, it may ruin the reputation of the nightclub. I wonder if they have hired an expert?

The handsome guy looked around, he didn't know whether his father's benefactor, the master, was abducted here to participate in this program? I'll take a look first.

Wen Mosheng on the second floor was extremely anxious. What kind of songs were these? He sat on a chair and nervously hugged his three children for the first time. He asked quietly, "Can your mother and aunt sing this song?"

Unexpectedly, the three children patted Wen Mosheng's hands proudly and said, "Don't worry, my mother can sing any song!" Wen Mosheng was not comforted by the words of the little brats, but prayed in his heart, is she a god? She can sing any song! But at this moment, he hoped that Fengli was the god who saved him.

"What a beautiful jasmine flower! What a beautiful jasmine flower! All the flowers in the garden are as fragrant as this one..." This voice flows out slowly like a gentle spring, so refreshing and soothing to the soul...