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

After the official blog of "Sword Fairy" re-announced the heroine, Yu Bingbing's fans were happy, but Tang Xiaoman's fans were resentful and were following various related topics, biting anyone they caught.

——Yesterday, the heroine belonged to one’s own idol. How could she become someone else’s in the blink of an eye?

Who can believe that there is nothing fishy here?

Fans launched a campaign to seek justice for Tang Xiaoman.

# Tangxiaoman’s role was snatched away by an artist named Y#

# snatching roles is a bad behavior in the entertainment industry#

#Give the role back to Tang Xiaoman! #

There are many fans with deep pockets who have bought hot searches for Tang Xiaoman. Fans hope that more people can see it. Only with more traffic can it become a topic and can the director team change their minds.

However, if it's a role that Tang Xiaoman can't get, Yu Bingbing can't get it either.

On various related topics, the two actresses' Weibo comment areas were filled with fans from both sides quarreling.

[Yu Bingbing, a resource guy, is so shameless that he actually stole the role of his senior. 】

[Oh, it’s interesting that such a big celebrity as Tang Xiaoman can actually be robbed of his role. 】

[Who is behind Yu Bingbing? Does he have such a big background? 】

[Melon seeds and peanut mineral water are sold in the front row. 】

[No matter what, I only recognize Tang Xiaoman as the heroine of "Sword Fairy". 】

[Can Yu Bingbing learn from a certain vase? If you know you don’t have the acting skills, don’t take this job. I don’t know who will be embarrassed at that time. 】

But noisy and noisy, in the end there was no result.

Tang Xiaoman allowed netizens and fans to make a fuss on Weibo, but did not stand up to defend fans or break up the fight like before.

She seemed to disappear.

It was a bit chilly at night, so Leng Qing gathered up his windbreaker and walked up the marble steps. Suddenly he heard a burst of children's laughter, mixed with a few milky dog ​​barks.

Leng Qingqing relaxed his expression and pushed the door open. The aroma of food filled the air.

It's just...a bit fuzzy.

Leng Qingqing sniffed. She was almost fainting from hunger after a busy day. She was more inclined to believe that it was an illusion.

After all, the maid's cooking suits her taste well, so she won't make such stupid mistakes.

After a whole day's work, the deserted door finally felt a bit down to earth, as if I had stepped back into the world full of fireworks.

The maid took her bag and hung up her windbreaker.

"What did you cook today?" Leng Qingqing couldn't wait to eat.

The maid looked at her awkwardly, her eyes cautious, and she blinked a few times quickly, as if she didn't know how to answer this question.

The next second, a deserted and unexpected person walked out of the kitchen.

On an early autumn evening, he wore a thin light gray sweater, broad and strong shoulders, and an apron. His usually indifferent and handsome face showed a rare warmth under the warm light.

Here comes the key point, Huo Jingsen is holding a plate of dumplings in his hand.

I don’t know if the atmosphere is too gentle, the lights are too warm, and the deserted place gives me the illusion that when I get home from get off work, I find that my wife has already prepared a meal.

She opened her eyes wide and shook her head to get this weird illusion out of her mind.

What happened to Huo Jingsen? Did he take the wrong medicine?

"Sit down." Huo Jingsen put the plate of dumplings on the table, turned to the maid and said, "Ask Hengheng to come down and eat."

The lights in the restaurant are bright and bright, and there are several dishes on the table, all of which are not in good condition.

In front of everyone, there is a plate of dumplings.

The dumplings come in different shapes, and some are even half-cooked. Leng Qingqing fiddled with it carefully with chopsticks, "This... won't be poisonous, right?"

Huo Jingsen glanced at her and said solemnly: "If you don't like it, eat something else."

Then he pushed over a plate of black stuff.

Leng Qingqing boldly guessed that it was a plate of braised pork.

"This braised pork is pretty good." She picked up a piece, which was hard, dry, black, and covered with a strange and sticky black sauce.

The man opposite made a move and looked up at her: "That's Mapo Tofu."

"Not bad. Being able to bake tofu into dried tofu is also a talent." He put down the piece of poisonous tofu calmly.

"This is..." Leng Qingqing picked up another fried prawn and stared at it with a serious expression.

"If I guessed correctly, this should be a shrimp."

Why is it confused? Can you still eat it if it's mushy?

Huo Jingsen: "Do you need me to peel it off for you?"

He took the shrimp off her plate, put it back on the plate, and told the maid standing by: "Take it and peel it."

"You didn't even remove the shrimp thread...forget it, I suddenly remembered that I am allergic to seafood." Leng Qingqing refused desperately.

The moment she asked this question, she noticed the doubt in Huo Jingsen's eyebrows - remove shrimp lines? Is there still this step?

Huo Jingsen nodded: "I made a note of it and will remove the shrimp thread next time."

"...There's still a next time???"

Leng Qingqing picked up the chopsticks, looked at it for a week, and then secretly observed the kitchen door.

She found out that the maid did not cook tonight, and she couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

"Mom, why don't you eat?" Opposite me, Huo Yanheng picked up his special children's chopsticks and seemed to be about to attack the plate of dumplings in front of him.

Leng Qingqing: "...I, I'm not very hungry yet."

I was very hungry at first, but when I saw these dishes, I felt full all of a sudden.

Huo Yanheng carefully picked up a dumpling, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, then opened his mouth and took a bite.

The two adults who picked up the chopsticks but didn't move looked at him.

“The taste is okay.”

Huo Yanheng frowned and said, then chewed a few times and struggled to spit out the half-cooked dumpling wrapper.

Such poor acting! Lonely raised her hand: "Can I order takeout?"

While talking, she looked at Huo Jingsen, trying to use her expression to make him understand that the food he cooked really couldn't be eaten.

Huo Jingsen looked away and tactically picked up the water: "Eating takeout is not good for your health. Let's have someone do it again."

Huo Yanheng had a grin on his face, and his teeth were a bit stuck to the raw dumpling wrapper. When he heard Leng Qingqing's words, he slightly opened his dark eyes and looked at Leng Qingqing, 'How could mom do this?'

Leng Qingqing rubbed her stomach pitifully: "Mom has been working all day and is really hungry."

"Then let's eat some dumplings. After all, daddy made them himself." Huo Yanheng stood up, picked up a dumpling, and handed it to her lips. He looked at her expectantly with wet, dark eyes.

It makes people feel that not eating is a sin.

Leng Qingqing: "Well, it's better to keep these dumplings for your father to eat. I'm afraid these three plates won't be enough for him..."

Huo Jingsen put down the water glass: "?"

There is maternal love, but not much.

The family remained in a stalemate for several seconds, with no one eating the dumplings on the plate. Huo Jingsen stood up and dumped a whole plate of dumplings into the trash can.

Seeing that he was about to come over, Huo Yanheng quickly hugged the dumpling plate in front of him and said, "Dad, I will eat."

Leng Qingqing: "..." I hate iron but can't turn it into steel!

Look at how worthless you are.

When she saw the culprit in the blink of an eye, Leng Qingqing became even more unhappy. She now suspected that cooking was Huo Jingsen's way of driving a wedge between her and Hengheng.

This man seems to have no desires and desires, but in fact he has many bad intentions.