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

Mo Che's arms gradually closed, completely fixing the nonsense man in his arms.

But Tang Song, who was close by, could still hear clearly.

He almost spit out the tea from his mouth, his eyes widened, and he kept staring at Xia Bai'an.

This kind of thing is not like what a woman should say.

But Mo Che has long been accustomed to this, and even the people around him gradually don't care about such small things, he just bent down helplessly, picked up Xia Bai'an's knees, picked him up horizontally, and walked outside .

Tang Song wiped his mouth secretly.

I have a new understanding of this sister.

Granny Liang next to her also saw this and rubbed Tang Song's shoulder lightly.

"Look, your cousin doesn't look like a bad person."

"Who knows, knowing people, knowing faces but not knowing the heart..."

While Tang Song was saying this, Xia Bai'an's voice came from outside the door again: "Did the dumplings I made just now be sent to Qian'er? But he likes them..."

"Send it, don't make any noise."

Mo Che raised his voice slightly, and pushed the struggling man back into his arms.

Tang Song listened, and then looked at several children running around, two of them were Xia Bai'an's adopted sons, and the other was just a child of a friend's house...

Xia Bai'an, why do you like these adopted sons, they were not born by her.

Tang Song slowly clenched his fists, feeling more and more that he couldn't understand Xia Bai'an.

……

Mo Che still failed to send Xia Bai'an back to his room.

The always energetic woman broke free from his arms, staggered to the ground, and then rushed to the courtyard, stretching out her hands like a child, trying to catch the snowflakes floating in the sky.

"Mo Che, look."

Xia Bai'an held a few pieces of cold snowflakes towards him, smiling with crooked eyes.

Mo Che looked at the smile in her eyes, but he didn't drag her back to the room directly, but laughed with her in the courtyard by himself.

He doesn't like to do such childish things.

But Xia Bai'an was keen on this, and even wanted to hold the thin layer of snowflakes in his palm, knead them into balls, knead two balls of different sizes on the stone bricks of the flower bed, and make a snowman.

Mo Che stood on the steps, only responding to her drunken words from time to time.

"Do you like a snowman with big eyes, or a snowman with small eyes?" Xia Bai'an asked seriously, squatting in a small group by the flower bed, the fox fur cloak on her shoulders made her look like a well-behaved dog in the snow.

Mo Che said lightly, "I like sesame seeds."

"Sesame paste is also delicious, but I don't know how to make it." Xia Bai'an followed his words in a daze.

"I haven't heard of it, but you can ask the cook."

"It's snowing, why bother the cook?" Xia Bai'an pouted.

"After the snow stops, go again."

"It will be very cold when the snow melts." Xia Bai'an squeezed out a small snowman, and wrapped a small dress around the snowman with his handkerchief.

"Ah."

Mo Che responded lightly to her illogical words.

In front of the hall door not far away, several heads poked out to look at the two of them.

Under the courtyard porch, the two of them stood beside the small tree beside the flower bed. Mo Che stood there with some snowflakes falling on his shoulders, half leaning against the porch pillar with red ears, and only Xia Bai'an's reflection in his pupils.

And Xia Bai'an was squatting in the snow, pinching the snowman with red fingertips, but there was a coquettish call in the hot breath he exhaled.

"It's so cold, Mo Che."

"Let's go back."

Mo Che stretched out his hand towards her.

Xia Bai'an held his hand, slowly got up, staggered a few steps and jumped to Mo Che's side, put his arm around his shoulder and whispered a few words.

Qian Mingshu saw a faint smile appearing in Mo Che's eyes, and gently hugged Xia Bai'an back to the main room.

"Master really only smiles in front of Xia Bai'an."

"Well, and I think if Uncle Three is drunk, Dad will definitely not care about you, and will reprimand you for drinking too much." Mo Xue watched the two step into the main room with a smile, squinting her eyes.

"..."

Don't even need to use me as an example.

Qian Mingshu was very helpless towards the little girl, but he just took her back and continued to eat.

Mo Xue's interest increased a lot, and she enthusiastically went to each table to give her blessings. When she came back, Li Xiuhong brought her to Tang Song again: "Why don't you give your blessings to uncle?"

One big and one small aligned eyes.

Neither of them spoke.

Tang Song thought, isn't this child just Xia Bai'an's adopted son?

Mo Xue thought, what kind of uncle is this?Appearing for no apparent reason, sitting here for no apparent reason.

The two were speechless, but it was Lin Miaomiao who realized something was wrong, and ran over: "Uncle, please be healthy."

"……Um."

Tang Song looked at the child in brocade clothes, feeling quite uncomfortable after being blessed.

Lin Miaomiao looked at Li Xiuhong again: "All the blessings are over! Can you let my sister go out with us?"

"go Go."

Li Xiuhong had no choice but to put them down, and followed them to the yard to make a fuss.

Tang Song coughed lightly: "Didn't that child be said to be a child from the General's Mansion? Are you just raising him like this?"

"Are they all children? Besides, Sister Xia said that the more special you treat Miao Miao, the easier it is for Miao Miao to be targeted. It's better to treat Miao Miao as usual."

"Well, Xia Bai'an is really a weird person."

Tang Song suppressed the complicated look in his eyes, and quietly clenched the sapphire hairpin in his cuff.

……

Snow fell all night.

In the early morning of the next day, the window paper was illuminated by the frosty world, and the whole room seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light.

When Xia Bai'an woke up from a hangover, the first thing he saw was the bright room in front of him, and then he felt a saw pulling in his brain, causing him a splitting headache.

How much did she drink last night?

There was nothing in my mind, no memory of last night at all.

She was about to turn over and get out of bed, but someone hugged her waist tightly.

Xia Bai'an turned his head, looked at Mo Che who had slowly opened his eyes, and took another look at the room.

Dude, why is she sleeping back in the main house again?

and many more……

Xia Bai'an suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned his head to look at Mo Che's half-opened skirt, and saw a few crooked pillows, and there were even two people's clothes at their feet.

Something doesn't seem right!

Subconsciously, Xia Bai'an tore off his skirt to take a look, and touched himself. It seemed that he didn't feel any strange feeling except for the hangover.

Tsk, Mo Che probably isn't the kind of man whose temperament changes drastically after drinking.

Then this scene is...

"Are you awake?" Mo Che propped his head lazily, and looked at her half sideways, and he could even see her clearly streamlined body through the wide skirt of his clothes...

Xia Bai'an covered his face: "Well, last night we..."

"Last night, you played a hooligan, and you tore your clothes and belt." Mo Che replied indifferently, and even picked up the belt that had been torn into four pieces from behind with some headaches.

Xia Bai'an quietly left a gap between his fingers, stared at the belt for a long time, wailed, and quickly rubbed his hands to apologize.

"Sorry, next time if I'm greedy for your beauty again, you can lock me in the room alone!"