Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

That night, the director assigned accommodation to the guests based on how much they worked and the villagers' scores.

In Taohuayuan Village, the villagers have a simple and honest character. After the scores of the guests were announced, they all scored high.

Even Xie Xie gave the two female guests 10% perfect marks, which is very hypocritical.

The director scratched his head. The scene he expected to see did not appear. The fellows were too simple: "It seems that the guests worked very hard today, and the fellows are very satisfied. Not bad, not bad."

"Then the following is the branch residence for all guests, the owner of residence No. 1..."

If the housing was allocated according to the amount of work, Leng Qingqing naturally became the last one, and she had to live in a hut.

However, considering that Leng Qingqing was in a special situation and that she did not want to work on purpose, the director arranged for her to stay in Residence No. 1. This is the patient's privilege.

"Director, since there are so many rooms in Residence No. 1, let me live here too. I can also take care of Aunt Qingqing."

With a roll of his dark little eyes, Jiang Shi had another idea.

By the way, one more thing!

Jiang Shi quickly grabbed Leng Qingqing's clothes: "Aunt Qingqing, don't forget that you promised me to cook for me! Don't forget!"

As it was approaching the time for everyone to leave, Jiang Shi would repeat it almost every time he saw Leng Qingqing, and everyone's ears were about to get calluses.

Leng Qingqing's lower abdomen began to feel a dull pain again. He put his hand on his abdomen and said with a pale face: "I can't forget it, but this program is quite boring."

Jiang Shi was anxious: "What should we do?"

At the thought of not having the opportunity to eat delicious food, Jiang Shi suddenly felt that his vision went dark.

"It's okay." Leng Qingqing patted his head: "If you want to eat, you can come to my house to find me after the show is recorded, and I will cook it for you."

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect Jiang Shi to really remember it. The boy's eyes lit up: "Okay, Aunt Qingqing, I remember it!"

"By the way, Aunt Qingqing, where is your home address!"

-

"what happened?"

The night was as cold as water, and I sat on the bed deserted, looking at the child who had walked halfway and then turned back.

Huo Yanheng hesitated, "Can you do it yourself?"

Huo Yanheng didn't know what was wrong with Leng Qingqing, but she had been resting all day today and had stomachaches from time to time. He knew that she must be sick.

This was the first time he saw her sick. She was lively and energetic one second, but she was lying on the bed with a pale face the next second.

At that moment, Huo Yanheng was a little scared. He didn't want to see her get sick.

"Shall I sleep here?" As if he had made up his mind, Huo Yanheng closed the door, walked back quickly, stood in front of the bed, raised a pair of big black and white eyes, and looked at her for approval, as if asking 'is it okay?'

There was a little surprise in her lonely and beautiful eyes, then she opened the quilt and patted the bed: "Come on."

Huo Yanheng actually took the initiative to sleep in the same bed with her, which was a huge progress.

It seems that the possibility of taking Huo Yanheng away during the divorce is a little higher.

"My son, be good, Henghengheng..."

After a moment, Leng Qingqing closed her eyes and spoke. It could be heard from her dazed tone that she was already on the edge between reality and dream.

Huo Yanheng said softly and looked at her carefully.

The light turned her face white, and her long black eyelashes trembled uneasily.

Leng Qingqing curled up into a baby's position, facing Huo Yanheng's small but reliable shoulders in bear pajamas.

"Wait until you fall asleep before turning off the lights. You're afraid of ghosts."

Huo Yanheng accurately guessed Leng Qingqing's next words, and his tone was decisive.

"..." Leng Qingqing finally fell asleep with peace of mind.

Netizens in the live broadcast room were amused by the two people's words.

"I said between you two, who is the parent?"

"In all my life, I have never seen someone take care of a child like this."

"Is this how the new generation of mothers raise their children? It's so novel and so funny."

"First of all, you must have an obedient child..."

"No wonder everyone says Hengheng is a fairy child. He is indeed different from other children."

"Could this be the essence of raising a baby quietly? Master, I seem to have realized it."

Late at night, everything is silent.

A slender figure avoided the camera through the back door and sneaked out in the dark.

-

Early the next morning, Leng Qingqing was woken up by his son for dinner, and the two sat opposite each other at the large dining table.

Leng Qingqing took a sip of milk and pointed upward, "Where are they?"

Huo Yanheng knew who she was asking, so he peeled a hard-boiled egg, put it on her plate, and replied: "Aunt Panpan and Lu Bai are going on a mission. The director's uncle said we don't need to go out today. I want you to take care of yourself." Take care of yourself, and if you feel better, you can make lunch for your uncles and aunts."

"Okay." Leng Qingqing stuffed the egg into his mouth and left in a hurry: "Let's go and eat some firewood (ingredients) early!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he choked on the egg yolk powder in his mouth.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Huo Yanheng quickly handed over the water, walked around and stood on tiptoes to pat her back.

Leng Qingqing swallowed the egg with water and did not forget to maintain her dignity as an adult. She sneered: "You must have been scared. Mom is teasing you."

It was almost over, Leng Qingqing patted her chest with lingering fear, it was really dangerous.

Trying to ignore Huo Yanheng's helpless (speechless) eyes, he quickly finished breakfast and took him out of the courtyard, preparing to get some ingredients and treat the guests at noon.

Unexpectedly, not long after he went out, he met a lame man.

Today's cripples are different from those in the past.

He still had the same stooped figure, standing next to a straight telephone pole, looking eagerly this way, with a bit of longing.

Use hair oil to comb a few hairs until they are shiny, and comb them all back into a bun.

He was wearing an ill-fitting black cloth suit and a pair of brand new leather shoes.

If the lame man's eyes had restrained before, then his eyes at this time were staring straight at people, almost without any hesitation.

As she passed by calmly and without squinting, Li Zizi seemed to be waiting for her here, and quickly limped up to stop her.

The lame man smiled with yellow teeth in his mouth. When he got closer, his taste got louder: "Qing, Miss Qingqing..."

But before he could get closer, he was blocked by a small figure and couldn't take a step closer.

The cripple glanced at the child with his cloudy eyes. Huo Yanheng stared at him intently, his clear pupils full of hostility and warning.

Leng Qingqing touched the top of his son's plush hair and felt a little confused: "Is something wrong?"

Because there were many people there, the lame man didn't say anything else. He just said that he happened to meet them and said hello, and then said a few things.

When he finally left, he suddenly came over and whispered: "I received the letter!"

He spoke so quickly that no one except Leng Qing heard him.

The cripple left, leaving her with a meaningful smile before leaving.

What letter? Or what kind of heart? Leng Qingqing was simply confused and looked up at the sky.

"It's broad daylight. Is this guy sick?"