I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

Song Wanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly and doubt flashed in her eyes.

What mission? What is the master? She is still the master! Can he understand what he says?

The man in black became suspicious when he saw that she didn't move, and asked dangerously: "Chi Tong, have you forgotten something?"

Song Wanqing's body was tense and a layer of cold sweat had seeped out of her back. Her mind was working rapidly and she soon understood that it seemed that a very important part of her original body's memory was lost, and her true identity was not an ordinary peasant woman!

The Red Eye he mentioned is probably the name of her body, or... a code name!

Song Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, hiding the shock in her eyes. If she revealed any clues, she would definitely be punished on the spot. She could only use her acting skills as a queen, imitating the black-clad man and lowering her voice to deal with him: "It's going well so far, Master, do you want to end it as soon as possible?"

"Going well? You're such a loser! You haven't sent any news in half a year. Do you have any clue about the token on Cheng Qian'an's body?"

"My lord asked me to pass on a message. This is the last antidote. If you fail to complete the task within a month, you will die from the poison." The man in black sneered disdainfully, his figure swayed slightly, and then he threw something at Song Wanqing.

Song Wanqing was shocked. She was still poisoned? Which damn boss was controlling me? If it were modern times, I would sue him to death!

Seeing the thing flying straight towards him, Song Wanqing caught it quickly, and felt a piercing pain in the palm of his hand!

It seemed that the man in black had not yet dispelled his doubts and was testing her. The next moment, her dark eyes were stained with anger, and she stood up and warned unkindly: "I know, don't come to me if you have nothing to do recently, so as not to arouse suspicion."

"I hope you don't forget your mission." The man in black frowned, sneered, and disappeared from the window in a blink of an eye.

"Tsk." Song Wanqing looked disgusted.

A bastard who is taking advantage of the power of others!

Seeing him leave, Song Wanqing stood up, opened the window to confirm that there was no one there, then she let out a breath, but her expression immediately became serious. It seemed that there were many things behind the scenes that were not under her control. If she didn't figure it out, she might not even know how she died.

Her face was as cold as ice, and she quickly called out to Milk Ball, only to see a translucent little person appear on the bed, jump into Song Wanqing's arms, look up at her, and speak softly.

[Mother! Why are you looking for me so late? Did something happen? ]

His little body moved around in her arms. Song Wanqing lowered her eyes to look at the pair of black grape-like eyes. Her heart softened. She asked gently, "Tell mother, do you know what my true identity was in my previous life?"

Hearing this, Naituanzi's expression froze, and he recalled.

[Hmm... I don't know much about my mother's past life. I only know that she and the organization that threatens you are incompatible! ]

Song Wanqing stared and thought. She already had a rough guess about the identity of the man in black. As expected, he was a member of the rebel party, and he also poisoned her body to make it easier to control her.

She lowered her eyes in thought, her cold eyebrows were coated with a layer of frost by the moonlight, her black hair hung beside her ears, she looked like the moon goddess, noble and otherworldly.

The little girl was stunned and looked at her with her big watery eyes blinking.

Song Wanqing was a little surprised, and quickly suppressed the light in her eyes. She slowly curled her lips, looking at the cute appearance of the little boy, and subconsciously hugged him tighter, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

[My mother is even more beautiful than Chang'e. The Heavenly Palace should be for people like my mother! I like being with my mother!]

The nai tuanzi kept farting, and Song Wanqing was amused to laugh softly, as clear and pleasant as a silver bell. She stretched out her hand to scratch the tip of the nai tuanzi's nose, and then said, "Just now a man in black came to find me and gave me a bottle of antidote. I was poisoned. Do you know how to cure it?"

[I don't know, but I know there is a magic weapon that can be used to research the ingredients of poison, and then we can make the relevant antidote. Don't worry, mother.]

[But we have to work hard to accumulate merit~] he said.

Song Wanqing's eyes darkened slightly and she pursed her lips lightly. Just as she was lost in thought, a pair of soft little hands held her cheeks, and he spoke in a milky voice.

[Don't worry, mother. Those bad guys hurt us so badly. We must teach them a lesson this time! ]

The indignant look of the little girl was so adorable. Song Wanqing had a smile in her almond-shaped eyes. The mother and son were interacting affectionately when suddenly a very light sound of footsteps was heard outside the door.

"Squeak-"

Cheng Qianan pushed open the door and saw Song Wanqing still sitting by the bed, with the window open and cold wind blowing in. He immediately frowned and walked over to close the window, saying unhappily, "My lady, it's cold."

Song Wanqing raised her eyebrows slightly and chuckled: "My husband, why are you here so late?

Hearing this, Cheng Qian'an's eyes darkened. He stood by the window motionless, exuding an uneasy aura, as if he had suffered a great injustice. "My wife is not sleeping, talking to others."

He looked at melancholy and asked, "Who is it?"

Song Wanqing paused, it seemed that he must have heard something just now. She stood up, put her slender hands around his neck, and whispered in his ear. Her voice was tender and affectionate, with a seductive meaning.

"How can I talk to others? Is it possible that my husband is confused in his sleep? If you are not sleeping well, why don't you rest with me tonight?"

"Hmm." Cheng Qian'an's pupils reflected Song Wanqing's face. The warm breath sprayed on his cheeks, making a slight blush. He hurriedly looked away.

The feeling from the daytime came back. My wife said that if I feel this way, I should stay in my room alone.

Seeing him hurriedly leaving, Song Wanqing frowned in confusion, pulled him back, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Cheng Qian was speechless for a long while. Song Wanqing's smile grew thicker. She couldn't help but teased, "Husband, what's wrong with you?"

"Hot." Cheng Qian uttered a word. He clenched his fists and stared at Song Wanqing's watery lips with unclear eyes. As if bewitched, he couldn't wait to absorb the water color on her lips. "Madam, I want to."

A hot breath hit me in the face, mixed with a bit of desire.

Song Wanqing raised her hand to cover his lips, her eyes sly, and her red lips slightly opened: "No, you don't want to."

She suppressed the arc of her lips and pretended to be serious: "Do you remember what I told you today?"

Cheng Qian suddenly came back to his senses, looking at Song Wanqing's stern face, and suddenly felt uneasy. He thought he had made her angry, and apologized with a sad face: "I'll leave now, alone in the room."

His eyes were filled with grievance and he looked extremely pitiful.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and ran, his figure was incredibly fast.

Song Wanqing: ...Does her little husband have some cowardly genes?