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

"I'm really curious, what did you do to Jinxiu to make her so afraid of you?"

Xia Bai'an couldn't help asking.

Mo Che returned to the hall side by side with her. Most of the children had already had breakfast and left early, and only the two of them sat down to eat again.

He stepped back and said: "It's just some small tricks. But you, you may not be needed for the refugee matter for the time being, and Ji Shitang is not compatible with you. What are your plans next?"

"It's already been planned. This time, when Lao San Qian returns, he will mention that the Qian family will be the leader and set up a shop in the capital, so that it will be convenient for them to settle back and forth after the business route is opened up, and they can also carry out some business plans."

Xia Bai'an picked up the bowls and chopsticks again, took advantage of the opportunity to add some porridge and side dishes to Mo Che, and handed them all the way to his hand.

Mo Che accepted these as usual, raised his eyebrows: "Business plan?"

"It means making money." Xia Bai'an explained, his eyes lit up, "Money can make ghosts grind, it's true. When you take power, I make money, and we complement each other, we can gain a firm foothold in this capital. No one is afraid."

"You think far ahead."

"Of course. Look at it now, you still need to sacrifice your appearance to please the Mo family. When we have confidence in the future, you don't have to sacrifice your appearance, and I don't need to waste time with Qin Tian Shengxu and Snake. Just refuse, but Save trouble."

Xia Bai'an spoke with gusto.

Mo Che's face sank like water.

Fortunately, Xia Bai'an also showed such an open-mouthed appearance on weekdays, otherwise, he would have picked him up and taught him a lesson in normal times.

He looked sideways at the slight movement of Xia Bai'an's lips, and heard her sacrificial hues one by one, but still stuffed the steamed bun into her mouth: "Shut up, eat."

"..."

Don't let me say anything, overbearing!

Xia Baian rolled her big eyes contemptuously, and took a bite of the steamed bun. The next moment, she saw Mo Che pushing a small plate of pickles, right in front of her hand.

Xia Bai'an blinked, and saw that Mo Che was still eating quietly, his pretty side face revealed a gentle and quiet beauty at this moment, and his thin lips, which were usually sharp like a knife's edge, disappeared as they moved. The majesty, a little more easy-going.

They will also pass me small pickles.

Xia Bai'an's heart was suddenly filled with warmth, he burst into a big smile, and took all the pickles.

"So much, it will be salty."

"Then why did you give me so many pickles?" Xia Bai reassured him.

Mo Che threw back the extra pickles with a sullen face, and Xia Bai'an drooped his mouth again: "Don't act like a baby."

"I'm not being coquettish, you snatched my pickles. If you give it to me, it's my pickles. How can you throw it back!"

"..."

Mo Che stroked his forehead, so he had no choice but to add another bowl of porridge to her, and returned the pickles to her.

Only then did Xia Bai'an smile all over his face: "In this way, the pickles are just right."

The only one left in Wuyue couldn't stand it any longer, so she turned around and left.

It's greasy and crooked, it's ugly!

This time, A Gao did not push her back to wait on her side.

At this time, Xia Bai'an lowered his voice and asked, "It's you who want to prove your identity to the emperor next time. How do you prove it?"

"Fighting down the fifth prince, it will take too long to clarify the identity. As long as the Lin Qingya matter can be turned over, I will have a chance to catch this line." Mo Che replied, paused at this time, as if thinking for a while, He continued, "As long as I show my ability and pledge my allegiance to the emperor, he will give me another chance."

"It makes sense. It's not feasible to cling to the prince now. It's better to catch the emperor first."

Xia Bai'an nodded.

The two were about to discuss the minutiae, but A Yuan came from outside.

"Master, the people from the Mo family are here again, this time we must see you."

"please come in."

Mo Che did not refuse.

Seeing that he agreed so quickly, Xia Baian probably had an idea in her heart. She suddenly thought of Jinxiu behind and asked, "Are you going to send Jinxiu back?"

"This time, maybe it's not just Jinxiu."

"Who else?"

"I."

When Mo Che said this word, Xia Bai'an suddenly felt sour in his heart.

But she regards this as jealousy among friends, just like her best girlfriend suddenly has a good time with another friend, she suppresses the sourness that arises with peace of mind: "You really decided to sacrifice your hue?"

"Not at all. It's just that what you said before is somewhat reasonable. Instead of using the academy to cut off the last way of life and channels of the Mo family, it's better to control them and take them back for your own use."

Mo Che spoke calmly, but Xia Bai'an was the only one in those Danfeng eyes.

Inexplicably, Xia Bai'an felt stuffy in his heart.

Mo Che is planning to go to Mo's house.

Why did she feel so uneasy?

She couldn't figure it out, so she turned around and grabbed Mo Che's wrist: "Then you have to be careful."

"Just asking me to be careful?" Mo Che clasped her wrist with his backhand, staring at her calmly.

really weird.

Xia Bai'an met Mo Che's gloomy eyes, her heart seemed to be wrapped in two circles of disorderly wool, wrapping her heart in a thin and secret way, feeling unhappy, but unable to untie the wool, she became more and more upset distracted.

There might be something wrong with her.

Could it be that she is really a fledgling plot, treating the first adult man she sees as her own father.

Seeing that his father was about to go on a long journey, did he suddenly become a caring little padded jacket who was reluctant to leave his father?

Xia Bai'an's thoughts drifted away slowly.

As for Mo Che, watching her frown slowly, even though he didn't get an answer, the corners of his mouth still raised a slight arc.

After a while, all the members of the Mo family had arrived in the hall.

The person who came was an old man in a brocade suit. The old man stroked his gray beard and bowed respectfully to Mo Che: "Master Mo Che, you are now the eldest son of the offshoot of the Mo family in the capital. After staying in the mansion for a short period of time, and being filial to my parents and elders, I can build another mansion."

This is Mo Che's current false identity.

Xia Bai'an came back to his senses, and remembered this belatedly.

But the old man didn't get a response for a long time, and continued to face Mo Che's cold eyes: "This old servant is the housekeeper of the Mo family. If Master Mo Che is willing, you can call me Uncle Fu."

"Fauber."

Mo Che yelled very carelessly.

At first, Xia Bai'an wanted to follow suit, but after thinking that Uncle Fu was a housekeeper, and not considered a relative of Mo Che's false identity, he just smiled.

Uncle Fu was not annoyed by Xia Bai'an's rudeness, seeing that Mo Che was still cooperative, he continued.

"And Master Mo knows that you have children under your knees, Young Master. If you want to see them, please bring them with you."

Xia Bai'an's pupils shrank, and he grasped Mo Che's hand under the table, shaking it lightly.

No!

The children are still so young, wouldn't they immediately become hostages if they were brought over?

Mo Che also lowered his face: "They are still young, and they are arguing too much, the older one..."

"The big one isn't your bloodline, so the Mo family naturally doesn't want it." Uncle Fu spoke first, and then said, "Master Mo Che, he is now the eldest son of the next branch of the Mo family, and the Mo family is behind him, so he won't go back now Stay for a while, I'm afraid it won't make sense."