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

"Did you take this photo for your mother?"

After the big show, there was a dinner party. After leaving the stage, Leng Qingqing found Huo Yanheng. When he saw his photos in the album, he looked through them again and again, showing a satisfied smile.

She touched Huo Yanheng's head: "Yes, Mom's training for you during this period has been very effective, but how did you know the password of my mobile phone?"

Huo Yanheng's pupils shrank, but he still couldn't escape.

The little hands were twisted together nervously, Huo Yanheng's voice gradually lowered, and he did not dare to look directly into her dark eyes.

"right……"

Before the remaining two words were uttered, he was interrupted by Leng Qingqing with a bright smile.

"I should have told you the password earlier, so that Hengheng could take more beautiful photos of her mother."

Huo Yanheng's back stiffened and he slowly raised his eyes: "Don't you blame me?"

Taking a peek at her phone is not what a good kid should do.

He also made excuses for himself, but he shouldn't.

"How come?" Leng Qingqing was surprised: "Mom, it's too late to thank you." She squatted down and slid her fingers on the screen, and the two of them looked at the photos Huo Yanheng took for her.

"This one, and this one, I'm going to post it on Weibo." She said with a smile, her cheek pressed against his, soft and warm.

Huo Yanheng seemed to want to say something more, but his eyes touched her smiling eyes and he hummed lowly.

"Okay. If you like it, I'll take pictures for you next time."

"We're going to Uncle Tu Bai's dinner later. Are you hungry?" Leng Qingqing held his hand and pushed aside the crowd to go outside.

As the finale model of Tu Bai's show, Leng Qingqing is bound to appear.

After walking a few steps, Leng Qingqing saw Tu Bai. He was surrounded by a group of friends from the fashion industry, smiling and chatting with them.

Leng Qingqing picked up the phone and sent him a message.

[I took Hengheng to the dinner party first. 】

The dinner venue was not far away, and Tu Bai had already decided on it. The top floor of a five-star hotel a thousand meters away was reserved by Tu Bai for the next reception.

Leng Qingqing opened the photo album, picked out the two photos, sent them directly to Weibo, and even got a cue from Huo Yanheng.

A sweet breath can be read across the screen.

[@Lengqingqing: Photos taken by my baby son for me. 】

The real person, who has appeared countless times in other bloggers’ videos, is finally willing to post on Weibo.

Fans were so happy that they immediately took over the comment section.

[Wow, Hengheng’s photography skills have really improved by leaps and bounds. 】

[Why, there are only two! ! ! 】

[You cruel woman, can’t you send two more! 】

[Only two photos, 200 are not too many! 】

Leng Qingqing opened WeChat again and replied to the congratulations from Zhao Qianjin and other friends one by one.

Huo Yanheng's eyes became nervous when he saw her pick up the phone, staring at the screen intently, tapping her fingers, not knowing who she was sending a message to.

But Leng Qingqing immediately put the phone into her handbag.

Half an hour ago, in the audience.

After much thought, Huo Yanheng deleted the WeChat message Julie sent to her father.

He breathed a sigh of relief after the messages and photos were deleted.

The father over there never sent another message. Maybe he didn't see it. Huo Yanheng hoped so.

The content of that WeChat message was really weird.

It's so strange that it makes people frown just by looking at it.

Julie saw his actions and expressed her confusion: "Why was it deleted?"

Huo Yanheng put away his phone and stuffed it into his bag: "This is not the tone in which my mother spoke."

"That's how my mom and dad send messages, and that's how every mom and dad in the world talks," Julie said.

"My mother is different from your mother." Huo Yanheng said slowly: "All parents in the world are different."

Julie seemed to understand, and quickly put the matter behind her, took his hand and ran backstage to play, while waiting for Andy and Leng Qingqing to leave the stage.

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Leng Qingqing took Hengheng into Andy's car.

Andy put on his seat belt and didn't forget to ask her: "You haven't gotten your driver's license yet?"

"I've been too busy recently and don't have much time." Leng Qingqing looked out the window. The scenery on both sides of the road outside the car window receded rapidly. The cool night breeze blew gently on his face. There was no one on the empty road and it was very quiet.

Andy's driving skills were inconsistent with her fiery appearance. The ride was so steady that the two children in the car fell asleep.

Huo Yanheng rested his head on Leng Qingqing's shoulder, breathing evenly, and his warm breath hit Leng Qingqing's neck. He was sleeping soundly.

Leng Qingqing covered Huo Yanheng with a small blanket and tucked it in carefully. The night breeze was cool to avoid catching a cold.

"Ring ring ring——"

The phone in my pocket vibrated and rang.

Leng Qingqing frowned and took out her phone, pressed mute, and looked at it intently.

It was actually Huo Jingsen.

It's so late, what's the point of calling?

"What's the matter?" Leng Qingqing turned sideways, lowered his voice, and moved closer to the car window to avoid waking Julie and Huo Yanheng.

On the other end of the phone, Huo Jingsen heard her low voice, mixed with the sound of a whistling wind.

"Where are you."

He looked calmly out of the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him. Whether it was the flashing neon lights in the distance or the bright lights in several office buildings in the center of the imperial capital, he had a panoramic view of the entire night scene of the imperial capital.

Looking out the window at this moment, Huo Jingsen's voice was inexplicably gentle.

Leng Qingqing was very confused and asked patiently: "Are you okay?"

"I will pick you up?"

"Pick me up?" Leng Qingqing was stunned, even wondering if Huo Jingsen had dialed the wrong number.

She held the phone in front of her eyes and looked at the screen carefully. There was no doubt that the person she was talking to was indeed Huo Jingsen.

"I am Leng Qingqing. Did you call the wrong number?"

Putting the phone to his ear again, Leng Qingqing asked without hesitation.

"Why do you ask?" A low laughter came from the other side.

She didn't know if it was an illusion of being deserted, but she always felt that Huo Jingsen's tone tonight seemed to be gentler than before, and even his attitude was a bit strangely ambiguous.

In short, Huo Jingsen him.

Very...weird.

"When you're done, I'll pick you and Hengheng back home. I have some time recently and can take you to go abroad for a few days. Didn't you say you wanted to go shopping before..."

"???"

Leng Qingqing couldn't listen anymore and immediately hung up the phone.

She didn't doubt that Huo Jingsen made the wrong call.

She was now sure that Huo Jingsen was possessed by a ghost.

At this end, Huo Yanheng lowered his eyes and fell on the hung up mobile phone. The screen flashed with blue light, reflecting half of his handsome profile with soft outlines.

"Okay." He whispered, and said to the phone that had been hung up: "Then, next time."