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

Xiao Honglang didn't dodge, and took the punch firmly.

He raised his eyes and saw the murderous intent overflowing from Mo Che's calm eyes all year round. His molars hurt so badly that he spat out the blood foam in his mouth, still maintaining the posture of standing with his hands behind his back, staring at him with contempt. he.

"No matter how many years have passed, you are still that brat."

"Whether it's your father's clan or your mother's clan. No one has ever been willing to shed tears for a few women, let alone be angry for the abandoned children of Li Guo."

"If it weren't for your older brothers not to live up to expectations, it would not be your turn to stand in front of me now."

Every word Xiao Honglang said was calm.

Mo Che also slowly withdrew his fist, only the blood from the fingernail piercing into the palm, slipped to the ground along the cracks of the fingers, tick-tock, like time shattered on the ground, making everything in the past no longer exist.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other for a long time, and finally Mo Che turned and left.

Xiao Honglang's cheeks were swollen, and he muttered in the dark alley: "You will do as I say."

Mo Che returned to the carriage.

The children all noticed the weird atmosphere, but only Mo Xue saw the wound on his palm, carefully bandaged it, and spoke in a low voice.

"No one can force Dad to do things that Dad doesn't want to do. If it really doesn't work, Yu'er and I can also..."

"No."

Mo Che held Mo Xue's face in his broad palms, "You are not ready yet. As for this, I will find a way."

"But my mother had an accident today, and my father went to see that person when he came back from a trip. Doesn't this mean that they want you to be..."

"You are also my pawns." Mo Che bowed solemnly, pressed against Mo Xue's forehead, and said every word, "The blood and friendship are the shackles of you and me, and it doesn't matter if we are pawns. You can wait until the ending we want, understand, Xueer."

He called Mo Xue's name with gentle eyes.

Mo Xue looked into his eyes and nodded solemnly.

Mo Qian also came up, pulled Mo Xue to his original position, and whispered something to her.

Mo Yu and Lin Miaomiao seemed to be outsiders, Lin Miaomiao secretly asked Mo Yu: "Brother, are we in any trouble?"

"I don't know." Mo Yu shook her head, just tightened Lin Miaomiao's shawl, and smiled slightly, "Even if there is trouble, my brothers and sisters will help us. All we have to do is trust them."

"Ah."

Lin Miaomiao nodded, no longer obsessed with the secret between the few people.

Back in Xia Mansion, the lights in the main house were already on.

The children all went back to their rooms sensibly.

Mo Che stepped into the main house, but there were no other people, only the flickering candles.

He walked around the screen, his pupils shrinking.

A small knife was tied around Xia Bai'an's neck, the handle of the knife was only fixed with a thin silk thread.

As long as Xia Bai'an wakes up and moves around, or the thread breaks, no matter what the result is, Xia Bai'an will definitely see blood.

He took a breath, walked over immediately, tore off the knife, and threw it directly into the corner, making a muffled sound.

Outside the door, Qian Mingshu hurried over with hot porridge in his hand: "What's wrong?"

"Who has been here?"

Mo Che's fingertips landed on Xia Bai'an's neck, rubbing it repeatedly to check if there was any wound.

Qian Mingshu went in without knowing it: "No one has been here before. I have been staying here before. If Pipa hadn't said that she might be hungry when she woke up, I wouldn't have gone out suddenly. I just went back and forth to the kitchen. I didn't see her during the period. People."

The kitchen is not too far from the main house.

In such a short period of time, who on earth can tie the knife here.

Like, a silent threat.

Mo Che was full of thoughts, and finally thought of the punch he gave Xiao Honglang today, and after he was beaten, his eyes still had a smile of determination, and he punched hard on the edge of the bed.

Qian Mingshu put down the hot porridge and dared not speak.

But soon, Mo Che slowly closed his eyes to calm down his chaotic thoughts.

clam down.

He should have figured it out.

He had already figured out how to solve the fate of himself and his children, how to manage every step of the way, how to rationally distribute and utilize the children, and then remove all obstacles around him, so that everyone could regain their freedom.

However, Xia Bai'an is an exception.

According to the dean's prophecy, his wife should have died completely and never participated in anyone's life.

He also thought about leaving Xia Bai'an in Yunmai Village, and everything will proceed step by step.

But rather...

Mo Che opened his eyes again, and saw Xia Bai'an right in front of his eyes.

In the capital, on the chessboard.

Thinking of this, Mo Che took a deep breath and made a decision.

He got up, walked outside, and told Qian Mingshu: "Take good care of her."

"Hey, master, where are you going so late?"

Qian Mingshu chased him all the way out, but soon he couldn't see Mo Che's figure. It can be seen how eager the other party was going, but his martial arts were mediocre, so he couldn't catch up at all, so he simply turned back to the room and stood guard by Xia Bai'an's bed.

Meanwhile, May came over to take a look.

"Do I need to switch shifts?"

"unnecessary."

Qian Mingshu shook his head, looked at Xia Baian's sleeping soundly, and thought of Mo Che leaving in a hurry.

He always felt that something big was about to happen.

……

The next morning.

Mo Che returned to the mansion with a chill all over.

Xia Bai'an woke up early. She learned that she was brought back by Mo Che yesterday, thinking that Mo Che was also going to solve this matter at night, so she immediately went up to him.

"Are you looking for the mastermind behind yesterday's group of thieves? How's the situation?"

"Do not."

Mo Che's eyes were frighteningly cold, but the palm covering Xia Bai'an's forehead was warm. He said, "Yun wants to take Qian'er to live in the prime minister's residence, and I agree."

As soon as this remark came out, not only Xia Bai'an was stunned.

Even Liu Pipa and Qian Mingshu who followed were taken aback.

After a long time, Xia Bai'an came back to his senses: "Qian'er, go to the prime minister's mansion? Mo Che, are you crazy? Yun Xue can be so vicious to her younger brother, and Qian'er is still so young, if he..."

"Mom, I'm willing to go."

Mo Qian actually walked in from the gate of the mansion, covered in ashes like Mo Che, but his eyes were full of determination, "Yun Xue is trying to win over Daddy, even if I go, she must be pampering me, no What about me."

Mo Qian finished speaking.

Xia Bai'an's brows were raised high.

She patted Mo Che's hand away, and grabbed Mo Che's collar with her backhand.

"I'm not allowed to move my son!"

"Xia Bai'an, you know I still have a lot of things to do, and I can guarantee that Qian'er won't..."

Xia Bai'an approached Mo Che viciously: "How can you guarantee it? You don't live in the prime minister's mansion, and you don't share the bed with Yun Xue, how do you know how she will treat Qian'er? I don't allow Qian'er to take risks!"