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

"Loneliness has changed..."

After walking out of the airport, Zhao Qianjin was still a little confused.

Turned around and looked back.

Not far behind him, Leng Qingqing stuffed Huo Yanheng into the trunk, then got into the car, lowered the window, and waved goodbye to the fans outside the car.

"Everyone, please go back quickly. It's too hot. Be careful of heatstroke."

"Is there a fan meeting? Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible..."

Leng Qingqing patiently answered fans' questions without showing any impatience. She had no resemblance to the beautiful and vulgar woman in Zhao Qianjin's memory.

Fans waved reluctantly and watched as the nanny car started and slowly left.

Zhao Qianjin also got into her car. The air-conditioning in the car was turned on at full speed. The driver in the driver's seat stared at his lady dumbfounded, as if he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask.

Zhao Qianjin looked in the mirror, took care of her hair, which was as messy as a chicken coop, and said something calmly.

"Go to the art salon I frequent."

Leaning on the back seat, Zhao Qianjin scrolled through her phone boredly, when she suddenly saw a deserted name on the Weibo hot search list.

This is not surprising.

Leng Qingqing is a celebrity and is making a comeback with a baby for the first time in a few years. The marketing team will naturally seize this opportunity and promote it.

She opened her phone with a complicated mood, and she didn't know what she was feeling.

And this strange state of mind stopped the moment Zhao Qianjin saw the hot search entry.

#兰清清 repay debts for fans#

#Lengqingqing, the silly daughter of the landlord#

# Deserted airport rescues beauties, amateur beauties show love with their eyes#

Zhao Qianjin: “…………???”

What the hell is that last one?

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As soon as the nanny car left the airport, Leng Qingqing received a call from...

——Oh mo you.

A call from Ms. Xuanyun, the serious mother-in-law.

Huo Yanheng on the side also saw the caller flashing on the phone screen. He pursed his lips and wrung his little hands together.

This day is finally here.

He answered the phone calmly, without any mental construction or psychological burden. He felt as relaxed as if he had answered a sales call.

Huo Yanheng didn't say a word, looking at his hands in silence, but his ears stood up alertly, listening for movement around him.

Fortunately, the car was quiet, so he could hear clearly.

Leng Qingqing's head was slumped on the back seat, eyes half-closed, "...Mom, I'm too tired, so I won't go see you now. If you want to see Hengheng, you can come. You are always welcome."

In the old house of the Huo family, Xuanyun's face turned sulky. She was about to have an attack. The next second, a familiar soft and childish voice came from the phone.

"Grandma, I miss you."

Xuanyun was stunned.

The old housekeeper on the side also heard clearly. He was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Madam, the young master said that he misses you. He must have been thinking of you after being away for so long."

The housekeeper knew what Madam liked to hear. This wave of rainbow farts hit Xuanyun's heart. Although she still managed to keep a straight face, she was already smiling from the bottom of her heart.

Huo Yanheng held his cell phone in his hands and, under cold gestures (forced), for the first time, he spoke disgusting words to his grandma.

"...I wanted to show King Gigi to grandma, but King Gigi has been taken away."

"Mom misses grandma too." After saying this, Huo Yanheng paused for a second, seeming a little guilty, and subconsciously looked to his side.

Leng Qingqing: "!"

Leng Qingqing smiled crookedly on her seat and said to him silently: "How dare you say that!"

She held her stomach and fell on her seat laughing. Huo Yanheng couldn't hold it back and pursed his lips, trying to suppress the smile as much as possible.

There was a blank in the conversation, and Xuanyun knew something must be going on. She cleared her throat and tried to regain her authority as a grandma: "Hengheng, grandma has taught you to be calm at all times and not let outsiders see what you are thinking. ."

Huo Yanheng said: "But grandma is not an outsider."

Xuanyun finally smiled. Who could hear this? She covered the phone and turned to the housekeeper: "Look at this child, his little mouth is sweeter than honey!"

The housekeeper smiled: "The young master is telling the truth!"

On the other end of the phone, Leng Qingqing shook his head and cursed. He said he didn't like it, but he wasn't very honest physically.

Her mother-in-law, who seems to have a reputation for being upright, is actually a tsundere.

With Huo Yanheng's cuteness, Xuanyun had already forgotten the purpose of making this call.

It wasn't until two hours later that Xuanyun, who was trying to make things better, asked the housekeeper to call her son. She was inevitably a little angry: "Since she has returned with Hengheng, you call Jingsen and ask them to come together tonight. It’s been a long time since they came to have a meal at the old house.”

The butler bowed: "I'll call him right away."

At the same time, the scorching sun was high at the Imperial Capital Airport.

Sheng Ming put one hand on the steering wheel and looked boredly at the passersby outside catching his flight. Everyone looked in a hurry.

But the only thing missing was the deserted figure of a certain little bean curd.

After waiting for five minutes, Sheng Ming finally turned his head and said helplessly: "I said, you came to pick up the plane, did you tell your wife?"