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

I returned home in a deserted state, took a shower, washed off all the cakes and chocolates on my body, and finally felt alive again.

Huo Yanheng was sent to bed early by her, and he would have to get up early to go to school tomorrow.

Although before closing the door, those dark eyes looked at her, as if they had something to say.

But Leng Qingqing, who had just made a fool of himself at the banquet, didn't want to hear it and closed his bedroom door ruthlessly.

She lay on the bed, energetically picked up her phone and prepared to reply to several messages from potential brokerage companies, when she suddenly saw a message from Huo Jingsen.

【you do this delibrately. 】

Not a question, not a question. Obviously, this is an affirmative sentence.

Huo Jingsen didn't ask her why she did this. If he took the initiative to ask, he would lose the initiative. He never did anything that made him passive.

Behavior is a reflection of consciousness. Since Leng Qingqing is running away, it proves that she does not want to be Mrs. Huo.

Huo Jingsen couldn't ask questions in the past, but the only thing he can be sure of is now.

The dark night was torn apart by lightning, and heavy rain poured down. Big raindrops splashed on the car window. The moment the lightning lit up, a handsome face with an expressionless face was reflected in the car window.

And in another warm place, I was nestled in the bed quietly, listening to the sound of rain, and deleting the replies in the dialog box one by one.

[It was intentional, what can you do to me. 】

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After getting rid of this procrastination, I finally finalized a contract with a brokerage company that I was most satisfied with.

She was sitting by the window in the cafe, wearing sunglasses, looking out the window boredly, stirring the coffee in front of her with a silver spoon.

"Why haven't you come yet?" Leng Qingqing just complained, and the next second, a black shadow covered his eyes.

"Hello, I'm Xu Zan, your new manager. I heard that Yan Hua doesn't like you."

The person's tone was condescending and his voice was as light as snow.

Who is this person? Leng Qingqing took off his sunglasses and raised his eyes speechlessly.

The young man in front of him has a thin body, cold white skin, narrow eyes, and a cold expression. He wears long-sleeved trousers made of white ramie, which makes him look a bit cool.

"Hello, I'm Leng Qingqing." Leng Qingqing ordered him a cup of coffee, but the man glanced at her and said, "I don't drink coffee, only tea."

Leng Qingqing ordered him a cup of Tieguanyin instead.

The man sat down and stared at her with his amber pupils: "You don't know yet, but I am willing to take you because Yan Hua is your former manager and he had a problem with you."

Leng Qingqing took a sip of coffee: "Oh."

Xu Zan:?

Xu Zan frowned and seemed dissatisfied with her reply: "Oh, what do you mean? Are you not satisfied with me?"

Leng Qingqing is popular, but he won't stay popular. Compared with Xu Zan's ace artists, he is not a heavyweight.

Such a young artist was actually dissatisfied with his ace manager.

"What on earth do you want to say?" Leng Qingqing said impatiently: "I came here to sign a contract with you, not to gossip about secrets in the entertainment industry. You are so curious about Yan Hua that you asked the paparazzi to follow him. What are you doing with me?"

As she said that, she stood up with her bag in hand, as if she was about to leave.

Xu Zan stopped her and said, "Sit down." She was a little different from what he imagined. Forget it, the days are long.

Leng Qingqing sat down angrily.

Xu Zan stared at her, looking up and down. There was no man's infatuation with women in his eyes, only the look of estimating the value of the object.

"It's time for you to lose weight." Xu Zan said.

Leng Qingqing sprayed orange juice on his face.

"Me?" Leng Qingqing pointed at herself, shocked: "You want me to lose weight?"

Where did she gain weight? !

Xu Zan wiped his face expressionlessly, "If you are thinner, you will look better on camera."

"No." Leng Qingqing refused directly, already feeling a little annoyed.