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

The model machine was indeed smashed to pieces, and it was impossible to put it back together.

After telling the director the news, the director's eyes changed when he looked at Leng Qingqing. The female star who was personally ordered by Mr. Fu to 'greet' her well was indeed no ordinary person.

But the first second he saw the model machine, the director was angry.

He is a great program director, but he was teased like this by the guests.

But we can't help but think that this is equivalent to the fact that the program team has a handle in her hand. If Leng Qingqing's disagreement is posted online, the program will definitely be in disgrace.

By then, let alone a show, even he, the director, will have to be on leash.

So I had to change my strategy. If I said I wouldn't intervene, I really wouldn't intervene. Everyone in the program team could only act as mutes throughout the whole process.

Fortunately, Leng Qingqing will leave early tomorrow morning.

The director took a photo and sent it to Mr. Fu via text message. Without looking at it, he threw the model machine into the trash can in the yard.

Staff member: "...Director, Leng Qingqing will leave tomorrow. If we don't get what Mr. Fu wants, how can we explain to him?"

The director frowned subconsciously, and black and gray clouds seemed to float above the heads of the directing team, and everyone looked sad.

After thinking about it, the director spread his hands and said: "Do your best and let fate dictate. We can't beat you over and over again, and you can't stand up to scolding after scolding. I believe Fu will always understand us."

After all, he is just a working man.

What was handed down from above was clearly an SSS-level mission. It was pretty good that he, a little soldier, could carry it up to this point.

If I had to say it, I can only say that Mr. Fu underestimated Leng Qingqing.

This is not some delicate female star.

The location of the village is not considered remote, and it only takes two hours to drive from the nearest town.

The stone grinding place at the east end of the village is where the ladies and aunts work and chat. Let alone people, even a dog would have to hold its tail between its legs when walking past this area.

"Do you all know what happened at Lao Li's house yesterday?" Aunt A took a handful of peanuts and peeled them in her hand.

Aunt B smelled the scent of Da Gua and said doubtfully: "What's going on? I went to my daughter's house yesterday."

Aunt C: "Let me tell you, isn't Lao Li's family making a TV show? Their program team will assign a female star to be a fake wife for a few days. The female star assigned to Lao Li's family is Leng Qingqing! Leng Qingqing, you guys You know, right? The pretty one, Huo Yanheng’s mother!”

Aunt C swallowed her saliva and danced: "You all know Hengheng, right? Huo Yanheng - Leng Qingqing's son!"

Aunt B: “Can you tell me the key points?”

Aunt A: "Let me tell you, Lao Li's family almost beat up a female celebrity, and the whole family teamed up to bully her."

As he said that, he stuffed a handful of crispy peanuts into his mouth and bit them loudly.

The aunts quickly started a lively discussion.

The news of Li Qiang's beating had spread throughout the village. And it became more and more outrageous among the people.

When the incident started, the villagers all knew: ‘Li Qiang and his mother bullied the female stars from the city’.

In the end, the widely circulated version in the village became: "Li Qiang is mentally ill and likes to beat people. His mother wants to hide this matter and find a wife for him. The old Li family is completely unscrupulous. Who dares to introduce him to his pure wife?" Disease', the intermediate process will not be described in detail for the time being.

**

Early the next morning, the guest team overcame all difficulties and gathered together again.

Except for being deserted, all the female guests looked decadent, with hair like dry grass and dull eyes, as if they had been sucked out of all their energy.

Leng Qingqing said in surprise: "What's wrong? They are all listless."

It's almost as if he's gone crazy.

Jiajia had two huge dark circles under her eyes. She fell on Leng Qingqing's shoulder and whimpered: "I'm so tired, I want to go home..."

Zhang Li's eye circles turned red instantly: "Jiajia, stop talking, I want to cry when you say it."

After being an artist for so many years, I have never participated in such a terrifying reality show.

I originally thought that it would be a rare opportunity to participate in a variety show with the popular Leng Qingqing.

Now it seems that there is something about certain people being popular.

It only took the three female artists just one day to transform from glamorous to dejected. Not only did their energy disappear, but their cheeks also became sunken.

Leng Qingqing was different. She was living the same country life, but she was in high spirits. Even her complexion was white and rosy, and she didn't suffer much at first glance.

Jiajia suspected that she was hallucinating: "No, why do I feel that Sister Qingqing's condition is better than before?"

Speaking of this, it is inevitable to mention what happened yesterday. After all, it was such a big fuss that the whole village knew about it. There is no reason why the female guests should not know about it.

Leng Qingqing understated and briefly passed it over without missing the regret on Zhou Meng's face.

That's it? ? ?

Zhou Meng was a little reluctant and leaned forward to inquire: "Qingqing, what happened yesterday? The whole village said that you had a fight with the Li family. Is it true?"

"Fight?" Jiajia thought to herself. The version she heard clearly meant that Leng Qingqing was bullied.

Zhang Li was still immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate herself. She looked dazed, as if she hadn't heard what a few people said.

Leng Qingqing glanced at Zhou Meng: "It's impossible to fight. We are all one family. Why can't we sit down and talk about it calmly? You, don't always listen to other people's nonsense."

She looked serious.

On the contrary, Zhou Meng was really not sure whether what he heard yesterday was true.

If it was really a fight, why were there no scars on the deserted face?

"You...really weren't beaten?" Zhou Meng asked this question, and Jiajia turned her head to look at her in surprise.

You can ask such a low EQ question, as if you want to be beaten in silence.

Leng Qingqing smiled lightly and said, "Of course not."

Zhou Meng still didn't believe it, so he turned his attention to the director: "Director, is it true?"

The director stood outside the screen, silently lighting a cigarette.

"Yes." He answered.

Leng Qingqing didn't get beaten.

Because she was the one who hit.