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

Hengheng's eyes gradually widened when he saw the man looking down at him.

"you……"

The man only said one word, and Hengheng immediately jumped out of his arms and tried to run away in a panic.

However, just a second after running out, a hand picked up the back collar.

Hengheng couldn't run anymore and stared at his feet. He was lifted up and turned around in mid-air, looking at the man with his big black eyes.

The moment he turned around, Hengheng clearly saw that the man's pupils tightened instantly, and the hand holding him subconsciously relaxed, almost throwing Hengheng out.

The man's eyes were straight up and down, staring at Hengheng carefully for a long, long time.

The man pinched himself first, and then touched Hengheng's face, from his cheeks to his head, to his limbs, and to his body. As if to confirm whether the little boy in front of him was an illusion.

Over the next half hour, the man's expression gradually turned from stunned and shocked to grim.

He sneered, as if he was mocking something.

Then he carried Hengheng to the second floor, found a bundle of rope, and tied Hengheng tightly.

In the study room.

"Who are you?" The man was sitting on the sofa, seemingly in a leisurely posture, but one could see from his straight and tight back that he was wary and wary of the child in front of him.

"My name is Huo Yanheng... you can call me Hengheng."

Hengheng answered honestly. He twisted a little uncomfortably. The rope tied him too tightly and it was very painful.

Hearing this unsurprising answer, the man took a deep breath, changed his position, crossed his legs, and leaned slightly on the sofa.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer under the table and lit one.

There were no lights on in the study, and the heavy curtains were drawn, with only a faint dazzling light leaking from the edge gaps.

Hengheng saw the white smoke crawling on the man's face like a small snake.

He looked directly at Hengheng, his gaze very penetrating, as if he wanted to penetrate the face in front of him and find traces of another person.

The cigarette in his hand burned out, and dark red sparks burned onto the man's fingertips. Without changing his expression, he slowly stubbed out the cigarette between his fingertips and threw it into the ashtray.

"Interesting." The man smiled lightly.

An hour later, Hengheng was taken to a plastic surgery hospital.

The man carried him into the hospital and called the most famous expert. Along the way, doctors, nurses and passers-by all turned back to stare at this strange combination, with a 200% return rate.

"They look alike."

"At first glance, they look like father and son!"

"Good genes."

Hengheng carefully raised his eyes to look, and saw that his uncle's expression was very bad.

He is not a fool. It can be seen from his uncle's attitude just now that he dislikes him very much.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to tie him up with ropes.

Hengheng wanted to explain his origins, but he, who had always been logical and coherent in the past, did not explain the whole story clearly.

On the contrary, it made things even more confusing.

After Hengheng finished speaking, he looked at the man expectantly, but the man looked at him with even colder eyes.

"You want to ask, does this child have any signs of plastic surgery?"

The plastic surgeon looked at the adult man in front of him like he was looking at 2B.

He looks like a very handsome man, but there seems to be something wrong with his brain.

The doctor coughed, pushed up his glasses, and reminded kindly: "Go out of the mental hospital and turn right for 500 meters."

We are a plastic surgery hospital here and we don’t accept fools.

"What you mean is that he has not had plastic surgery." The man was not angry and accurately grasped the key points of the doctor's words.

The doctor was helpless: "Even if you are not a doctor, you can see this. Which hospital performs plastic surgery on minors? And you will know it by touching it yourself..."

As he spoke, the doctor put on gloves and moved his hands from the little boy's forehead, browbones, and bridge of nose to his chin.

The little boy looks about four or five years old. He has a very delicate appearance. His eyes are big and dark. His skin is white and tender. If you look closely at his soft cheeks, you can see that they look like peach skin under the sunlight. Soft little fuzz.

A small cinnabar mole on the forehead is the finishing touch.

After doing all this, he nodded again and couldn't help but touch the little boy's plush head.

"It is indeed rare to see such a beautiful child."

But it's too much to say that he had plastic surgery.

Even an adult can't ask such a stupid question.

"Could he be a dwarf pretending to be a child?" The man's eyes never glanced at the little boy's face from beginning to end, as if there was something on the little boy's face that made him very afraid.

The doctor looked at him and slowly took off his glasses: "That's impossible. Your child has no other problems, but is a little thin. Has he been sick recently? He needs to take a lot of supplements."

"..."

**

What would you do if one day you saw a child at home who looked exactly like you when you were four years old?

When he saw the child standing on the chair and reaching out to the top of the refrigerator, Huo Yanheng thought it was his dream.

But the weight of the little boy in his arms was so real that the dream could not be so real.

Even if it looks like it, it can never be that similar.

After returning home, Huo Yanheng dug out an old photo from his photo album. It was the only photo of his 'family' together. All four of them were there.

Grandma, father, him.

And that woman.

Huo Yanheng's eyes fell lightly on the far right. Next to his father stood a young woman in a white skirt, but her face was gouged out.

This is a photo of Huo Yanheng himself when he was four years old.

The little boy's appearance appeared in his mind. Huo Yanheng frowned and looked at his childhood self in the photo.

——Not only are they similar, they are exactly the same.

But 'like', it can't be so similar.

Huo Yanheng subconsciously touched his smooth forehead.

Especially that cinnabar mole, which cannot be copied.

But he clearly remembered that at that time, Huo Yanheng was surrounded by the gloom and malice coming from his biological mother all day long. How could he have eyes as pure as this little boy's as he was living in this kind of life every day.

Because he had been abused by his mother for many years, he didn't even like to talk. Occasionally, his father came back and saw that he didn't speak and didn't say anything. He only touched his head and asked him to study hard.

After his father leaves, he will be greeted by a violent beating from his mother.

"Your father is talking to you, why don't you answer! Why don't you answer!"

At this time, my mother's beautiful face that everyone admired would twist like a gorgeous poisonous snake, and her roar would float over the entire villa.

The next morning, Huo Yanheng dragged his scarred body up, put on his clothes, put on his schoolbag, and headed to the kindergarten.

Countless times in the middle of the night, what he could never forget was his mother's beautiful face that twisted when she was furious.

He thought he had forgotten these past events.

So what is this? Huo Yanheng never believed in ghosts and gods, so he naturally didn't believe in such absurd things.

But this thing happened right in front of his eyes.

Three hours later, Huo Yanheng sat opposite the little boy again.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you have to answer them truthfully." The man put his hands on the armrests, his face indifferent, and his eyes narrowed, like a lion leisurely patrolling its territory.

"Okay." The little boy sitting opposite blinked his eyes and said in a childish but serious voice, "I won't lie."

After a pause, the little boy looked at the bread and milk on the table in front of him: "Uncle...can I talk while eating?"

As he said this, a loud 'gu gu' sounded in the air.

The man stared at the little boy's belly. The little boy seemed embarrassed and lowered his head, his cheeks gradually turning red.

There seemed to be a silent sigh in the air.

"Okay." The man said stiffly.

"Thank you, uncle." The little boy was very polite. After thanking him, he picked up a piece of bread and ate it in small bites.

"Where you come from, where are your relatives."

To avoid having too many questions for the little boy to answer, he had to answer them one by one.

But unexpectedly, the little boy answered clearly and clearly——

"I came here from a dream. My parents, brother and grandma are all there. And my puppy Laifu."

The answers were all on point, without saying a single word. very smart.

Very good. The man squinted his eyes and said word by word: "The names of your parents, brother and grandmother."

Hengheng immediately replied: "My father's name is Huo Jingsen, my mother's name is Leng Qingqing, and my brother's name is Ye Fei!"

If the man needed it, Hengheng could even recite the phone numbers of the three of them.

The moment Hengheng said the first person's name, the man leaned forward and his pupils shrank violently.

A few seconds later, the man's hawk-like eyes stared sharply at Hengheng's face, and he fell into silence for dozens of minutes.

Hengheng's breathing stopped and he didn't dare to move while holding the bread.

He didn't know what he said wrongly, and looked at the man blankly, his eyes filled with purity that could be seen at a glance.

He didn't lie.

"……Say it again."

Your father, mother... and...