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

"I said, you came to pick up the plane, did you tell your wife?"

After Sheng Ming learned that Huo Jingsen was going to divorce that woman, every time he mentioned her, his tone was full of ridicule and he couldn't suppress it.

Leng Qingqing has never been qualified to be Mrs. Huo.

In the back seat, Huo Jingsen was silent for a long time: "I sent her a message."

But Leng Qingqing didn’t reply.

Huo Jingsen lowered his eyes when his cell phone rang. It was his mother's call. He answered it expressionlessly.

After a while, he put away his phone, lightly rubbed the screen with his rough fingertips, and said thoughtfully.

"Let's go back."

A question mark appeared on Sheng Ming's head.

"What's the matter?" Sheng Ming raised his eyebrows: "You're already here, do you want me to make this trip in vain? I'm not your full-time driver."

"Let's go." Huo Jingsen pressed his eyebrows: "They have gone back."

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Half an hour later, the vehicle stopped in front of the Huo family villa. Sheng Ming took off his seat belt and prepared to get out of the car.

"No need to send."

Sheng Ming looked up and found Huo Jingsen standing outside the car, looking at him with a pair of dark eyes through the half-lowered window.

Sheng Ming held the steering wheel and was a little confused: "What do you mean? I also want to see Hengheng. Who knows if that woman has taken good care of the child during this time."

As Huo Jingsen's real wife, she actually lowered her status to participate in some variety show.

Even if he went alone, he dared to take Huo Yanheng with him privately. He was very courageous.

A big drama was about to begin, so there was no reason for him to leave.

Huo Jingsen frowned slightly and emphasized quietly: "This is a family dinner, so it's inconvenient."

Sheng Ming tugged on his tie irritably and said sternly: "I don't go to your family dinner very often? The old lady treats me as her own son, how could she not let me go? It's you who doesn't let me go, right?"

This cheapskate.

"Besides, I haven't seen Hengheng in a long time," Sheng Ming said, picking up the beautifully wrapped gift box from the passenger side. "As an uncle, there is no reason to leave when you come to the door. Your Huo family has a big business, so always You can’t miss this meal from me.”

With that said, he took off his seat belt and got out of the car.

The free-spirited Sheng Ming and Huo Jingsen are two extremes. Huo Jingsen is extremely reserved and does not lose his temper easily. He has never even met Sheng Ming, who is his only friend.

Sheng Ming got out of the car and did not forget to observe him carefully with his eyes. When he saw that the man only furrowed his brows and did not refuse again, he gradually relaxed in his heart.

Not angry, but playful.

A burst of happy laughter suddenly came from the villa. The two men inside and outside the car were startled. It was obviously a woman's laughter.

The servants were replaced not long ago. Although they are new here, they have been specially trained and have very good rules. It is impossible for them to laugh so wildly.

——Who else could be the owner of this laughter besides the mistress of the villa?

"Hengheng, go see if anyone is coming outside?"

The familiar female voice passed through the dusk sky and reached my ears clearly.

It was already evening, and the night breeze was slightly cool. On the marble steps in front of the villa, a slim and slim woman with a shawl folded up held Huo Yanheng's hand and walked down slowly.

As she walked down the steps, her light shawl was blown up by the night wind, and her delicate white collarbone was looming, as if there was a layer of dreamy gauze around her body.

Seeing the two of them, she was not surprised at all, as if she had been waiting for them here for a long time. Her smile was gentle and distant: "Here they come."

As soon as Sheng Ming saw her, alarm bells rang in his heart!

But she was dressed up beautifully, and she was gentle and polite. Standing there, she really looked like Mrs. Huo.

Instead, the harsh words he had prepared were held in his throat, as if someone had tapped his mute point, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Sheng Ming's expression seemed to have swallowed a duck egg alive, and he used his eyes to signal to his friends wildly: Is this deserted? The deserted person I know? !

Huo Jingsen raised his eyes and stared at her with a calm expression, without any trace of fascination or surprise.

The two hadn't seen each other for a month. When they stood together, they didn't look like a couple. Instead, they looked like strangers living under the same roof, treating each other as if they were guests.

Sheng Ming felt even more magical. He actually saw a false sense of family marriage from the two of them!

What's going on? Every time this woman looked at Huo Jingsen, her eyes were like those of a hungry wolf pouncing on food. She was so infatuated that she wished she could turn into brown candy and stick to him.

What happened today? Sheng Ming raised his head, squinted at the sky, and thought:

Could it be that today, the sun comes out in the west?

"Here we come." Huo Jingsen nodded slightly to his wife, then waved to his son, his voice was calm and magnetic, "Hengheng, come here."

Huo Yanheng lost the ball in his hand and ran over, looking up at him with his little face.

His eyes were bright, as if a puppy had seen its master.

"father!"

Huo Yanheng shouted crisply.

The tall man was slightly startled, then squatted down and looked at his son's eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, he slowly stretched out his big, knuckled hand and rubbed the top of his son's plush hair, feeling a warm touch like some small animal.

"Is it fun to film the show?" Huo Jingsen lowered his eyelashes and asked.

I haven’t seen him for a long time, but my son seems to be more lively than before.

Is it his illusion?

Huo Yanheng blinked slowly and looked at his father with dark and bright eyes: "It's funny, my uncles and aunts are all very good to me."

After a pause, as if remembering something, he added: "Mom too."

Huo Jingsen said ‘hmm’, and his voice was hard to distinguish between happiness and anger. He had always been like this.

The father and son briefly 'talked' for a few words, but said nothing more.

Huo Yanheng tightened the corners of his clothes, with a look on his face that he still wanted to say something, but was timid to speak - his father always talked little, and grandma also taught him to talk less so that others wouldn't pry into his thoughts.

Although Huo Yanheng was still young and could not fully understand the meaning of his grandmother's words, he knew that her grandmother was teaching him things for his own good.

The atmosphere between the plastic couple was a bit strange. Sheng Ming rushed over, stuffed the gift into the little guy's hand, ruffled Huo Yanheng's hair wildly with his big hands, and quickly left a sentence in the confused look cast by the child:

"Hengheng, uncle will take you out to play some other time. Well, I have to leave beforehand. You two can chat!"

As soon as Leng Qingqing returned home, she found that all the servants had been replaced.

She glanced at the man next to her and had no intention of asking, but she felt a little strange.

Huo Jingsen must have seen something, so he changed a group of servants.

It's hard to tell whether these fresh faces are his eyes and ears.

"Go upstairs." The tall Huo Jingsen stood by the stairs, his eyes stern, and his black suit gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Leng Qingqing casually picked up a bag of potato chips from the table and ate them loudly: "What's the matter?"

"Something's wrong." After saying that, Huo Jingsen had already gone upstairs, and his finger touched the cold study door handle. He didn't hear footsteps following behind him, so he glanced sideways.

Only then did Leng Qingqing follow him. Of course, he still held the bag of potato chips that had not been opened for a long time in his hand. He did not forget to turn around and tell Huo Yanheng:

"Go to school tomorrow, go and review your homework."

Huo Yanheng looked at the tall, dark figure upstairs, nodded, and then turned and left.

"Someone told me that you abused Yan Heng while I was away, right?"

As soon as she stepped into the study door, Leng Qingqing heard Huo Jingsen's cold voice, and her eyes widened instantly.