Heartthrob Substitute Counterattack Manual [Transmigration Book]

He Jinxi's eyes drooped, and an extremely rare gentleness appeared on his face.

Just when Tiankui thought he would never be able to wait for an answer, he heard He Jinxi say, "In your opinion, what kind of person is he?"

This question came so suddenly, Tiankui was taken aback, thought for a while and replied: "According to my subordinates, Mr. Mu is smart and has superb medical skills, but he always reserves three points when interacting with others, and it is not easy to open his heart."

After he finished speaking, he secretly observed his master's expression, seeing that his face was still expressionless, he felt a little uneasy, for fear that he would make the master dissatisfied by saying something wrong.

He Jinxi's eyes were gentle and determined to win, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips, "The heart that is not easy to open will open for me sooner or later."

Tiankui instantly understood what he meant, the master had already seen the temperament of young master Mu, and in order to conquer his heart step by step, he did these things that made them dumbfounded.

The more he thought about it, the more funny it became. There are so many tricks for people in love.

He Jinxi glanced at him and raised his eyebrows.

Tiankui shuddered, and hurriedly covered the corners of his mouth, not daring to smile anymore.

Seeing that his head was almost buried in his chest, He Jinxi withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "You don't, you won't understand."

"..." Tian Kui, who had just breathed a sigh of relief and was flaunted by his master, expressed that he was very bitter.

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Late at night, the moon and stars are rare.

Mo Tianran, who was sleeping, had a dream, which made him very unhappy.

He dreamed of his childhood again, the most painful time in his life - the day his mother committed suicide.

In the dream, the little Mo Tianran stared helplessly at his mother standing on the balcony on the sixth floor, holding a collection of poems and a yellowed love letter, looking at the clouds in the sky, calling his father's name, smiling and jumping Jump off, bid farewell to the world, bid farewell to him and grandma.

Mo Tianran cried heart-rendingly in his grandmother's arms, but he couldn't get his mother back, only the broken body downstairs, lying in a pool of blood, a beautiful corpse.

"Mom..." Mo Tianran's body trembled slowly, his brows became tighter and tighter, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with dreams.

He felt cold, hopelessly cold.

The deepest shadow of childhood always appeared in his dreams, making him feel the pain over and over again.

In the dream, the little Mo Tianran kept crying until a pair of gentle hands hugged him, and a warm and loving embrace opened to him.

He opened his eyes, and the face of the owner in his embrace was obscured by the sun, but it didn't prevent the little Mo Tianran from using his small hands to tightly grasp the warmth, for fear of losing it.

"Mother……"

Hearing the whispers of the person in his arms, He Jinxi's brows trembled slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression was a little complicated.

Mo Tianran who was sleeping was extremely disturbed, he hugged He Jinxi's waist tightly, and nestled his face on his chest, he had long lost the arrogance and self-confidence in the daytime, like a poor, insecure child.

"Mom, don't go."

Looking at his fragile expression, He Jinxi's heart ached for a moment, and he had long since ignored the delicate mood of being called his mother, so he sighed and hugged him even tighter.

He was a little puzzled in his heart, he remembered that Madam Mu had treated him very well and had never been separated from him, why would he say such uneasy sleep talk at this time.

"Mom..." Mo Tianran let out another painful cry.

It was the first time that He Jinxi knew how it was difficult to breathe because of someone's distress, so he gently patted his back with his hand to calm his anxiety.

Under his comfort, Mo Tianran's trembling body quickly calmed down, he stopped talking in his sleep, and fell into a deep sleep, but his arms around He Jinxi refused to let go.

He Jinxi's hand still patted his back lightly. When he was a child, whenever he couldn't sleep well at night, the wet nurse would take care of him like this, so that he could fall asleep with peace of mind.

Reality and memories are intertwined, his deep eyes focused on Mo Tianran's face, and gently printed a kiss on his forehead.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He Jinxi promised earnestly.

I don't know if this sentence has any effect, Mo Tianran's frowning eyebrows in his sleep slowly loosened, and he rubbed against his chest, like a well-behaved kitten, he fell asleep peacefully.

In the morning, the sun shines warmly into the house.

Mo Tianran sat on the bed in a daze.

Recalling the dream last night, he held his forehead, his eyes full of regret.

It didn't surprise him that his mother committed suicide in the dream, he was at a loss that he could feel a very warm embrace in the dream.

Whether in reality or in a dream, it was the first time his mother gave him such a warm response, which made him feel empty and reluctant when he woke up.

"knock knock"

Three knocks on the door interrupted Mo Tianran's contemplation, he got up from the bed and got up, and said lightly, "Bai Zhi, come in."

"Trimming."

To his surprise, it was not Bai Zhi who came in, but Mrs. Mu.

Mo Tianran hurriedly stepped forward to help her sit down on the chair, "Mother, why are you here so early, it should be the child who greets you."

Mrs. Mu smiled kindly, "Our mothers don't need to stick to these rules."

The big maid Zhu'er behind her brought out the food in the lunch box, Mo Tianran glanced at it, there were red bean porridge, meat buns, pickles and other usual breakfasts.

Seeing that Mo Tianran was puzzled, Mrs. Mu gently patted his hand, and said with a smile, "I heard from Bai Zhi that you ate very little breakfast these two days, maybe the kitchen didn't suit your appetite? I made some myself today. What do you like to eat, would you like to try it?"

Zhu'er smiled like a flower, served dishes for the two of them, put a steamed bun into Mo Tianran's bowl, stepped aside politely and said, "The third young master loves the breakfast made by my wife, and my wife will get up to make it before dawn today , the third young master should eat more."

Mo Tianran was taken aback, looking at Mrs. Mu speechless for a moment.

In his previous life, he didn't say eating breakfast made by his mother, even eating breakfast with his mother was a luxury.

Mrs. Ke Mu got up early to cook for him just because breakfast didn't suit his appetite.

He knew that Mrs. Mu regarded him as Mu Xiurong, but this maternal love made him unable to stop being greedy.

He looked down at the steamed stuffed bun in the bowl, took a deep breath, picked it up and took a big bite, it was very soft and delicious.

Mo Tianran suddenly thought of his grandmother, his closest relative in the previous life.

Grandma can also make buns, but she always puts less salt, which is much more unpalatable than what he said.

Mo Tianran's eyes were dazed, and he took another bite of the delicious bun.

No matter how unpalatable the steamed stuffed bun was, he couldn't eat it anymore.

"Xiu Rong, why are your eyes red? Is there something on your mind, tell your mother quickly." Mrs. Mu asked worriedly while holding his hand.

Mo Tianran came back to his senses, quickly swallowed the tears that almost overflowed his eyes, and squeezed out a big smile, "Mother, it's okay, I just woke up and I'm still a little tired."

Mrs. Mu stared at his face carefully, and saw that he had returned to his usual expression, she was a little relieved, and patted his hand, "Xiurong, I know, there are many things in this family that make things difficult for you, but no matter what happens , Mother will always be by your side."

Mo Tianran looked at her steadfastly, and suddenly put down the bun in his hand, and hugged Mrs. Mu.

Mrs. Mu was taken aback, hugged him with a smile, and smiled at Zhu'er who was covering her mouth, "Look at your third young master, the older you get, the more you look like a child, and you're even acting like a baby with your mother."

Zhu'er laughed and said: "In the past, the third young master always acted like a spoiled child to you, but a while ago the third young master stopped acting like this, and you always thought that now the third young master is acting like a spoiled child again, but you said so."

Mrs. Mu was touched by what she said, so she pointed at her with a smile, "You are the only girl who talks a lot."

The hand that hugged Mo Tianran did not let go for a moment.

Mo Tianran felt that her embrace was very warm. Although it was different from last night, it was really warm.

The haze in his eyes was swept away, and he showed a sincere smile.

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In the palace, in the meeting room in Changxin Hall.

On the high seat in the center, sat a young man as gentle as jade, and his fingers moved a string of longan bodhi one by one.

"Ninth brother, the Yin family is powerful and has a mysterious background. The emperor can't find any clues, so he can only let him exist and dare not act rashly. Is it wrong for you to send someone to investigate them?"

One of the henchmen of the ninth prince He Yuanming, the fourth prince He Yuanjing earnestly persuaded him.

"Although you now control most of the forces in the court, your foundation is not stable. If you provoke the Yin family, it will destroy your years of hard work."

These words hit He Yuanming's pain, he opened his eyes, and his eyes that did not match his gentle face swept He Yuanjing sharply, making him silent immediately.

The air became condensed in an instant, and He Yuanming pondered for a long while, and finally he was afraid of the world of Yinmen. He stopped when he moved Longan Bodhi's fingers, tightly holding a Buddhist bead, and his downcast eyes were full of powerless resentment.

"Greetings to the Ninth Prince." Huo Wenrui walked into the room, and respectfully bowed to He Yuanming.

He Yuanming moved the longan bodhi in his hand again, "How about the spy sent by Brother Dahuang?"

Huo Wenrui smiled confidently, "Back to the Ninth Prince, Duan has been unconscious all the way, and tonight should be his death day."

He Yuanming looked up at him, nodded in satisfaction, "You did a good job."

Huo Wenrui was very proud of himself, turned his eyes, and tentatively said, "The Ninth Prince treats his subordinates well, and it is an honor for this subordinate to be able to do things for the Ninth Prince. Everything that the subordinates have now is bestowed by the Ninth Prince."

He Yuanming smiled faintly, "You have done a great job in killing Duan Yilu this time. I know you have wanted the position of General Zhongwu for a long time. When I get a chance later, I will mention it in front of my father."

Huo Wenrui needs to climb as high as possible. This sentence hit his heart, and he couldn't help but cupped his hands at He Yuanming, "Thank you, Ninth Prince."

He Yuanming nodded, and at this moment the trusted guard beside him walked in with a solemn expression, "Ninth Prince!"

"What happened?"

It was rare for He Yuanming to see him so flustered, and Huo Wenrui and He Yuanjing also focused on him.

"Ninth Prince, it's not good! Just now when the spies came to report, Duan Yiyi has woken up. The eldest prince took the evidence and went to His Majesty's Hall of Zhaohe!"

The author has something to say: Mo Tianran: Mom, mom.

He Jinxi: ... At this time, calling me dad will make me more excited.