After Transmigrating Into a Novel, She Become the Opposing Character’s Mother

Hearing Xue Changan's words like this, Bai Wenjing felt a little bit in his heart.

She felt that some major events were not good, and Xue Bojun was somewhat abnormal recently, especially in the rebellious period, which made Bai Wenjing feel a little surprised.

"I'll go find it with you, it's going to be dark this day."

Bai Wenjing didn't care about eating, put down his chopsticks and prepared to go out with Xue Changan.

"You don't go. It's better to follow the two of them in the house. I will find the boss, but it's really not possible. I will call a few people with me."

Bai Wenjing looked at the siblings who looked up and stared at her, but only nodded.

After all, I can't worry about leaving these two at home.

Xue Changan went out without a bite of the meal. Bai Wenjing packed up the meal and kept it for Xue Changan and Xue Bojun, still feeling something was wrong in his heart.

But she really couldn't figure it out. She had already had a conversation with Xue Baijun in the middle of the afternoon, so this little guy wouldn't be able to figure out anything and ran out.

The sky soon became dark. Xue Xiaohua and Xue Baijun both climbed onto the kang after they had eaten, and because she could not sleep, she simply sat on the kang in a daze.

In fact, Xue Baijun didn't run far, so he was playing next to the broken house in the village. Seeing that it was getting late, when he was about to go home, he heard calls from the broken house.

"Little guy, come in here, little guy."

The sound came out of the broken house. It was a bit weird and gloomy. Xue Baijun was a little nervous. He knew that there was no one living in this house. He also took his younger brothers and sisters to explore the house before, except for a few broken chairs. There is nothing left with a broken table and broken kang.

How could there be human voices now?

Is it a ghost in there?

Thinking of this, Xue Baijun couldn't help but shivered, and wanted to run away.

Where did I know that the voice behind him rang again: "Xue Baijun, I saw you, you stop for me, you don't even listen to Mr. Feng's words?"

Mr. Feng, why is Mr. Feng here? Didn’t he hear that Mr. Feng didn’t know who was hurt by someone a while ago? How could he be here?

So Xue Baijun tentatively asked: "How did I know that you are Mr. Feng and not other bad guys, such as a trafficker."

He has seen human traffickers who specialize in the care of those little **** kids who are not bright in their heads, but there is no way to abduct him.

After he finished speaking, he heard another voice from the room: "Little bastard, even Mr. Feng’s voice can’t be heard. Have you ever used a brush to draw a big **** on paper in class and stick it in front of you? Jiang Sheng, the son of a butcher in the village next door? Later, Jiang Sheng approached me to complain, or I was partial to you, lest you be beaten by Mr. He?"

When Xue Baijun heard this, there really was such a thing, and it was indeed Mr. Feng who helped him at the time.

So there was a trace of trust in the somewhat shrill voice in the room, and it seemed that it was indeed Mr. Feng's voice when he listened carefully.

So Xue Baijun boldly pushed the broken door open, and there was still a little light outside the house, and he saw Mr. Feng lying on the broken kang.

This Mr. Feng was really miserable. He was lying on the kang with a torn quilt on his body. His face was pale as paper and his lips were chapped. It was really different from the Mr. Feng he usually saw. .

So Xue Baijun couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you, Mr. Feng?"

Feng Lun wanted to support his body and sit up, but he couldn't sit up with all his strength. He only continued to lie there weakly and said, "Little bastard, come closer, I'll talk to you."

Xue Baijun planned to take a step forward, but suddenly thought of what his mother had said, so he stood still and said: "Mr. Feng, if you have anything you want to say, just say it here. My ears are better and I can hear it."

Feng Lun gritted his teeth. He was so angry that he wanted to trick Xue Baijun to follow him, and then he would fix the little bastard.

Nothing else, just because this little **** looks so much like his father.

But at the moment, this little **** was not fooled, so he only changed his strategy and smiled and said: "In fact, it's okay. You see Mr. Feng is sick, so I want to call you to stay here and talk to me. What's your mother doing recently? How? I have someone who hasn't seen her for a long time, your mother, she looks so beautiful."

Feng Lun sighed, as long as he closed his eyes, Bai Wenjing's graceful figure could be reflected in his mind.

Such a woman looks more charming than the average girl's house.

But now he itches his teeth with hatred when he thinks that he is a useless person.

Xue Baijun heard Mr. Feng praise his mother and immediately said with pride: "Of course, my mother is the most beautiful in ten miles, and I am the most handsome in ten miles."

Seeing Xue Bojun gradually being fooled, Feng Lun felt even more proud.

He has to get this woman, even if he becomes a **** in the future, he has to let her do the right food.

So Feng Lun continued: "Bo Jun, Mr. knows that you are a good boy. You also know that your husband is sick now, right? Those who are sick need to be taken care of. I'm lonely. You see, I haven't even had a bite of food until now. Eat, or if you call your mother over and ask her to get some food, I'm almost starving to death..."

Xue Baijun seemed to be smelling something, turned his head and asked him: "Mr. Feng meant that my mother could treat you with meals and heal, right?"

When Feng Lun heard this, his eyes flashed: "Yes, yes, yes, that's what I mean. You know my husband, I have a lot of knowledge, I tell you, my family lives in the capital, that house is better than any other family in your village. Most of them are stylish, do you know? I always wanted you to be my godson, and when you grow up, I will take you to the capital. I will surely let you drink spicy food."

After Feng Lun finished speaking such a long story in one breath, he only felt that his mouth was getting drier, and even his saliva was about to stick together.

Xue Bojun could have heard it. It turned out that Mr. Feng wanted to induce him to abduct his mother here.

He is not a three-year-old baby, how could he be so easily deceived.

Originally, his mother told him that this Mr. Feng is not a good person, and he still doesn't believe it, but now, isn't this Mr. Feng just like a lively trafficker?

So Xue Baijun intends to play with this guy, pretending to look forward to it, "Then, Mr., is your house just like a palace?"

Feng Lun thought for a while and said, "No, it's almost the same as the palace. Go back and call your mother here. I will discuss with her. If she agrees, I will take you to the capital to see when I get better. Yes. Now, when you ask your mother to come here, don’t say it’s me."

"Mr. Feng, you are sick, can you get up?"

Having said that, Xue Baijun took another step forward and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Feng, where did you hurt?"

Feng Lun's face darkened, this little thing really is which pot can't be opened.

"A little injury, a little injury, even now..."

Before Feng Lun finished speaking, he felt cold in his lower body, and saw Xue Baijun lift up the torn quilt covering him.