Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

The night is thick, the leaves are shuttled, it is the dead of night.

Mo Che pushed open the door and stepped into the next room. Seeing that Xia Bai'an hadn't pulled down the bed curtain, he curled up defenselessly in a corner of the bed, with a circle of clothes wrapped around the back of his neck, tightly wrapped, half His face was buried in the soft bedding, but he didn't sleep well, his brows were tightly frowned.

It took a long time before Mo Che stepped forward, raised his hand to grab her knees, and brought her back to the room as before.

But the person on the bed groaned uneasily, hugged the pillow tightly in his arms, ran over it hard with his fingers and palms, and muttered: "Bastard Mo Che..."

"..."

With bruised veins on the corner of Mo Che's forehead, he reached for the lapel of her clothes, trying to arrest her and ask her for clarification.

But before he touched her skirt, Mo Che saw the faint sparkle in the corners of her eyes through the moonlight, accompanied by a barely audible dream: "You are the only one left for me."

The anger in Mo Che's heart disappeared in an instant, his fingertips were stiff for a long time, and in the end he just gently swept away the crystals from the corners of her eyes, pulled down the curtain of the bed, closed the door, and did not force anything.

He walked out in a single suit.

Wu Yue, who was watching the night in the yard, opened his eyelids to look at him: "Do you have any orders?"

"Go back."

Mo Che's thin lips parted slightly, and he didn't even glance at Wu Yue.

But Wu Yue felt that the cold was enveloping her impermeably, so startled that she touched a small knife in her waist and turned back to her yard, not daring to stay longer.

Amidst the rustling of leaves, there was a sudden sound of flapping wings.

But after a while, a white pigeon landed steadily on the fence. Mo Che put the letter he had written a long time ago into the letter box, and looked at the fluffy bird again. slide.

"Chirp—"

The white dove suddenly called out, spread its wings in a panic and fled away.

Mo Che, on the other hand, held the two snow-white tail feathers he had just plucked, and turned back into the room again.

……

The next morning.

Xia Bai'an woke up leisurely, but when he turned over, the tip of his nose was itchy, and he sneezed hard.

Waking up suddenly, she got up quickly, and saw two white sticks on the side of her face...

"Bird feathers?"

She exclaimed in bewilderment, when she pinched the feathers, it felt smooth and fluffy again.

Wait, where did this thing come from? How come it happened to be next to my face?

Could it be that she didn't eat last night, she was too hungry at night, sleepwalking caught a bird to eat!

Xia Bai'an hurriedly got up and looked at himself in front of the vanity mirror. The corners of his mouth were clean without any blood stains, but where did this bird feather come from!

"Are you awake?" Mo Che's voice suddenly came from the door.

Xia Bai'an turned around, and saw that Mo Che had changed into a black outfit, and the disguise on his face was already done, and he was staring at the two feathers in her hand with a half-smile: "What did you do this sleepwalking?" ?”

"I..." I don't know.

Xia Bai'an was dumbfounded for a moment.

On the contrary, Mo Che walked forward unhurriedly, hooked the two bird feathers with his fingertips, and looked sideways. There was a bit of teasing in those beautiful red phoenix eyes: "Sleepwalking stealing birds?"

"..."

Xia Bai'an fell into deep thought.

Has the somnambulism in the original owner's body reached such a point?

Previously, he sleepwalked back to Mo Che's bedside, but this time he didn't return to Mo Che's side, and changed his career to stealing birds at night.

But what about the bird!

At least the bird was left to make soup, why did she only bring back two feathers from her sleepwalking?

Xia Bai'an was puzzled and silently recited the prescription for sleepwalking in his heart.

"Sleepwalking, it needs to be cured." Xia Bai'an gritted his teeth.

"When I was sharing the bed with me, I never saw you sleepwalking." Mo Che glanced at her meaningfully, and closed her slightly open skirt with his fingertips.

Xia Bai'an jumped several steps away, pulled his collar and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"It's disheveled and ugly."

"..."

Whoever wakes up is not disheveled, and whoever wakes up is not unkempt.

Even this is disgusting, this man is really narrow-minded.

Xia Bai'an completely lost his guard, moved back slowly, looked at the two bird feathers, and began to rummage through the box to find the bird, for fear that the bird would die somewhere, and it would be bad if it rotted and stinks.

Mo Che directly carried her into the living room to have breakfast, then hurried to Baichuan Academy, never mentioning that she was going to treat the refugees.

Xia Bai'an's attitude also softened a bit, thinking that he still came to see him in the morning anyway, it seems that even if there was a quarrel, he still had a bit of conscience, so he asked his servants to prepare some cakes for him and deliver them in the afternoon.

Only then did the three children put their hearts back into their stomachs.

"People from the Prime Minister's Mansion are here." A Yuan came to report.

"Just come."

Xia Bai'an ate his breakfast three times, five times and two times, and walked outside. He just took two steps when he heard Wu Yue from the corner say quietly: "No wonder people in the Li country say that husband and wife don't have overnight feuds. They quarrel at the bedside." The bed fits... Mmm!"

"You're out of breakfast today." A Gao covered her mouth with familiarity, and dragged her to the firewood pile in the backyard.

Xia Bai'an added with a cold face: "There's no more lunch."

"Um!"

Wu Yue couldn't cry out, and was held down and left.

Xia Bai'an coughed twice in embarrassment, and felt that everything was fine in May, except that she opened her mouth.

I and Mo Che have nothing to do with husband and wife.

Mo Che only had his plan for revenge in his mind. If he really wanted to say who he would really give to in the future, it would probably be a career.

Marrying a career sounds a lot like the template for an inspirational villain.

Xia Bai'an was amused by his own thoughts. When he walked to the door, he saw four tall guards standing in front of the door. Seeing Xia Bai'an, they all saluted: "Doctor Xia, please allow your subordinates to accompany you today."

"I'm just a commoner, so I don't need to be too polite. Excuse me, what's my name?"

"My subordinate is Qi Ming."

"Then please trouble Mr. Qi." Xia Bai'an nodded slightly, climbed into the carriage, gave a few words to A Yuan, and then left.

Qi Ming also climbed into the carriage and briefly explained the current situation.

It was nothing more than telling her the specific location and the number of refugees.

"The emperor does not allow refugees to enter the capital, and the refugees outside are divided into batches. The prime minister thought that you are a woman, and if you are too far away from the capital, it will be inconvenient, so you only set up a stall in front of the door, which is also the one with the largest number of refugees. One batch, if there is a crowd and stampede, the subordinates will protect you and leave at any time."

"Sounds a little dangerous."

Xia Bai'an couldn't help clicking his tongue.

Although she had helped the poor before and helped in international organizations, it was the first time she had faced various refugees in ancient times, and she was unavoidably a little apprehensive.

Qi Ming also saw that she was young, so he smiled gently: "Don't worry too much, Doctor Xia, the subordinates will do their best to protect your safety, and there are guards by your side, so you should be fine."

"Then I'll leave it to Mr. Qi today."

"We should thank Dr. Xia for his willingness to stand up for the refugees."