Reborn as a scavenger mom who turns into a powerful villain

Chapter 408: Can’t Say Don’t Say

Let's talk about Wen Mosheng and Feng Qin. Although Feng Qin was not seriously injured after drowning, he was still rushed to the Municipal People's Hospital by ambulance for a full-body examination. The lights in the long corridor of the hospital were a little dim, just like a horror movie.

The kids were chattering like little sparrows, grabbing their aunt's phone to call Fengli. "Hey, give it to me, let me call!" Tuntun's eyes were as big as copper bells, his little face was flushed, and his little hands were waving in the air like a windmill.

“It should be the bigger one.” Tuntun, relying on the fact that he was a little older, rushed over and snatched the phone away. His smug expression looked as if he had won five million.

"I'll speak faster!" The little speaker was not to be outdone, and jumped three feet high, reaching for the phone. "I'm the fairest!"

Pianpian, the tallest of the three children, also quickly joined the "battle" and snatched the phone away with a light flash. He held the phone tightly with both hands, looking like he was protecting a treasure. "Don't fight. I fight the fairest."

When Little Trumpet saw this, he stamped his feet in anger. His face wrinkled like a bun. He jumped up and snatched the phone from his sister's raised hand. His mouth was pouting like a bottle of oil could be hung on it. He said angrily: "Mom is my mom, not your mom. Why are you joining in the fun? Don't meddle in this."

Pianpian was left speechless and shrugged helplessly, with a look in her eyes like a wronged puppy.

Wen Mosheng watched these little clowns playing around, laughing so hard that his stomach hurt. He said, "Hey, they're all my kids! It doesn't matter who calls mom, they'll all tell her the news. I'm just saying, stop arguing, okay?"

"No, my mother is mine, and I have to beat her!" At this time, Little Laba opened his mouth wide, like a big trumpet, his voice was loud and firm, his hands on his hips, his little body stood straight, and his stubborn look was like a calf.

It's so small, and it's so hard that I can't bend it. Wen Mosheng waved his hands helplessly and said, "Go ahead and beat me! To make a long story short, just say that we are all fine! If you have anything to say, go back and talk to mom. Don't do anything fancy."

Little Laba snorted coldly and dialed his mother's cell phone number with a smug look on his face, his little head held high like a proud little rooster.

The person on the other end of the line answered, and Fengli's cheerful voice came over like a spring breeze: "Hey, sister, how are you doing? I mean, are you having fun? Are you sure about it? Wow!"

The voice was clear and pleasant, full of vitality, as if one could see the bright smile on her face.

The little speaker immediately spoke loudly, her small body stood straight, one hand tightly holding the mobile phone, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world. Her eyes were bright and shining with excitement, and she said loudly:

"Mom, my aunt is in the hospital. It's Xiaobaba calling you! Juejuezi! Oh my God!" The voice was crisp and loud, echoing in the hospital corridor like a silver bell, startling everyone nearby and making them look sideways.

Wen Mosheng was originally sitting leisurely on a bench in the corridor, but when he heard Xiao Trumpet's words, he instantly jumped up as if he was bounced by a spring.

His face was full of panic, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

He waved his hands vigorously at the trumpet and said anxiously, "Hey, bad baby, dame dame! You can't tell me you're in the hospital. Mom will be worried! Let's not do this! Oh, my God!"

His face turned slightly pale, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were full of anxiety and worry.

The little trumpet covered her mouth, staring at Wen Mosheng with her clear eyes, looking very cute. Her little hand was softly placed on her mouth, as if she could take back what she had just said.

Her eyes were full of surprise and confusion, as if to say: But I already said it! It's over Barbie Q.

"Woooo..."

Feng Li asked on the other end of the phone: "I told you to take good care of my aunt, but why did you end up taking care of her in the hospital? What's going on? Listen to me, thank you, because of you... Hey!"

There was a hint of doubt and worry in her voice, and the slightly rising tone showed her nervousness.

"No, mom, my aunt is fine. She just needs a physical checkup and can go home. Oli! Our main goal is to be assured. Hehehe!"

Little Trumpet gestured with the short lotus root while explaining anxiously. Her little hands waved in the air, her chubby little fingers bent, as if she was describing a beautiful picture. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were full of anxiety, hoping that her mother would believe her.

"Oh! Then can you tell me what happened that required you to go to the hospital for a physical examination?" Feng Li asked on the other end of the phone.

Wen Mosheng's face changed. He was afraid that the kid would spill the beans, so he waved his hands and said, "Stop talking. This is a hospital. Let's talk about it when we get home, okay? Let's not talk nonsense here. Let's just say, it's leaked, a lot of it. Oh my!"

His eyes were full of tension, his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, his lips were trembling slightly, and he waved his hands in the air, as if to stop the trumpet from continuing to speak.

But Little Trumpet ignored him and chuckled, "It was so much fun. We went on the seesaw and took a boat to swim. I let my bad dad push my aunt on the swing. Yyds! I just love it. Wow, haha!"

Her face was filled with a bright smile, her eyes curved into crescents, as if she was recalling those good times. Her body was swaying gently, as if she was still immersed in a happy game.

Pianpian and Tuntun were standing aside. When they heard what Xiaolaba said, they shouted hurriedly, "We are wrong! We can't let Xiaolaba make up stories. 666, we have to tell mom the truth. Humph!"

Pian Pian put her hands on her hips, her face flushed, her eyes gleaming with dissatisfaction. Her hair was a little messy, as if she had just been through a heated argument.

Tuntun opened his eyes wide, waved his hands, and opened his mouth wide, as if to emphasize his existence. "Wow!" His face was full of anxiety, hoping that his mother could hear his voice.

Little Trumpet stared at his brother and sister with eyes wide open like an angry bird, with his hands on his hips, and said angrily: "I am the representative! Humph, why waste so much saliva! Mom knows it! We can't be so procrastinating. Wow!"

That little look, as if he is the spokesperson of truth. At this time, the lights in the hospital corridor are a little dim, the white walls look a little cold under the light, and the air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. The little trumpet's face is red, like a ripe apple, and the little mouth is pouting high, you can hang a small oil bottle.

There was a stubborn flame burning in her eyes, which seemed to light up the entire corridor. Her hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair fluttered gently in the breeze, as if to cheer for her stubbornness.