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

The sun is high.

In the lotus pond, Yan Hua frowned and glanced at the woman with lowered eyelashes.

The white skirt is light and thin, so you can only wear white leggings.

As the pool water splashed, the hem of her skirt stuck wetly to her thighs, and above that were exposed white leggings and the outline of light-colored underwear under the leggings.

That person just now, turned out to be this one.

The young man in the soaked black silk shirt slowly leaned towards the deserted side, vaguely blocking the view of people in front of the lotus pond.

Leng Qingqing followed his gaze and she obviously saw it, but she pulled the hem of her skirt down carelessly and walked past him towards the shore without saying a word.

Yan Hua squinted at her and stood there without moving. One of his legs was stuck in the mud. It was his sick leg and he couldn't use the strength.

"You are different from before."

The young man's deep voice came from behind. He stopped quietly, turned his head, and looked at him carefully.

The young man has a cold, white face, and his eyes are like jade, clear and indifferent.

He was very tall, but a little too thin. He was soaked all over, like a jade statue washed by rain, with a broken and cold beauty.

The face in front of me suddenly overlapped with a certain face in my memory.

"You are... Yan Hua."

Leng Qingqing called the young man's name accurately, yes, that's right, he was Yan Hua.

The original owner's former agent.

Yan Hua smiled lowly: "So you still remember me."

Leng Qingqing took one look at his smile and knew that he had bad intentions. It seemed that the original owner had made an ugly scene when they separated from him.

"Let's go up quickly. Don't catch a cold." She changed the subject and didn't want to say more. The director on the shore waved her hand and asked her if she needed anyone to go down.

It is the season when the lotus flowers are in full bloom. Although the water in the pond is not deep, the lotus leaves are dense and it is difficult to pass through.

Leng Qingqing struggled to push the lotus leaves in front of her, but didn't hear any movement behind her. When she turned around, she found that he was still where he was.

His face was cold, and under the scorching sun, his face became paler.

Leng Qingqing blinked. If she remembered correctly, Yan Hua seemed to be lame.

Her gaze moved downwards, falling below his waist which was buried in the pool water.

But...which one is it?

Something's wrong. Could it be that he can't walk?

Leng Qingqing went back again. His original intention seemed to be to save himself, so he couldn't watch him die in vain.

Yan Hua watched her return to his eyes and smiled slightly, but the smile was obviously not sincere. He was sizing her up.

There were no cameras around, and a cold hand passed under his shoulder. Through the soaked shirt, you could feel the coolness coming from his skin.

As I led him forward, I really felt resistance.

The deserted feeling at this time made me feel a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that you are lame."

Yan Hua: "..."

It had been a long time since he'd heard anyone call him a cripple to his face.

A lot more courageous.

"Someone just secretly photographed you." Yan Hua said, "Don't wear such a see-through skirt in the future."

"Just take pictures. It's quite pitiful to have never seen a woman."

"...remember to contact your team to handle it."

I haven’t seen you in four years, and you’re still so stupid.

Leng Qingqing looked back and gave him a strange look. Covered by slender eyelashes, her eyes were indescribably black and pure. They were hers, but not like her.

"There's no need to contact them, I'm not a delicate princess." Leng Qingqing turned back, walked forward, pushed away the large cold lotus leaves with her arms, and said in a moderate voice: "I have plenty of strength and means."

At this moment, Yan Hua still didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

But he will soon understand.

Everyone worked together to pull a few people out of the pool. Tang Xiaoman saw at a glance that Yan Hua's face was pale and he looked like he was about to return home.

He is so weak, how can he imitate other people's heroes to save beauty?

Sure enough, it’s not good to encounter deserted people!

Tang Xiaoman rushed over, pushed aside Leng Qingqing and went to help Yan Hua.

"Brother Yan, are you okay?! Who asked you to jump? What if something happens to you?"

At the end of the sentence, there was a hint of crying, and the people around him also opened their eyes wide, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Who in the entire circle doesn't know Yan Hua's methods?

The director sitting behind the monitor also stood up, ready to say something to test the big agent's attitude.

Yan Hua just glanced at Tang Xiaoman, who then closed his mouth, his face still red with anger.

Everyone was even more nervous and didn't dare to breathe. This was a big star in the entertainment industry. Under his hands, she behaved like a little bird, which showed her prestige.

"Don't forget what I told you."

Yan Hua coughed, raised his head, and told Leng Qingqing.

He looked around and saw that the young man who secretly took the photo had already disappeared. It seemed that he was not a staff member, but an entertainment reporter or a passerby who had sneaked in somewhere.

Leng Qingqing nodded perfunctorily: "You should still care about yourself. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Brother Yan wouldn't have jumped into the pool if he hadn't saved you. You don't know that he--"

Tang Xiaoman glared at her, her eyes were red, and she still didn't say the rest of the sentence.

Brother Yan never likes others to talk about his body.

Sure enough, she glanced at Yan Hua quietly with red eyes. The man's face was visibly gloomy, which made Tang Xiaoman's heart skip a beat, but there were also small grievances spreading over him.

No one expected that Tang Xiaoman would suddenly attack. The camera hadn't been turned off yet, it was live broadcast.

Leng Qingqing didn't like her: "You know he is a cripple, and you still ask him to visit the class?"

Tang Xiaoman took a deep breath and subconsciously looked at Yan Hua.

She didn't even hear the second half of Leng Qingqing's sentence clearly, she only focused on the two words in the first half of the sentence——

Cripple.

Who doesn't know that what Yan Hua hates most is when people call him a lame?

This is Yan Hua's reverse scale.

Tang Xiaoman was shocked, but at the same time, there was expectation in her heart - how would Yan Hua punish Leng Qingqing?

However, reality disappointed her.

Yan Hua's body stiffened slightly, but his expression was considered gentle.

He slowly wiped his wet black hair with the towel handed over by the staff, and looked at her carefully with his moist and transparent eyes, as if he had never known Leng Qingqing before.

In Tang Xiaoman's eyes, his quiet appearance at the moment resembled a well-behaved dog that had fallen into the water.