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

Huo Yanheng got out of the car and stood outside, carrying his schoolbag and silently looking at Huo Jingsen next to him.

"Bye, Dad."

Huo Jingsen, who was about to lead him in, paused slightly and turned to look at him: "Goodbye?"

Huo Yanheng looked at his actions in confusion: "Isn't dad going back to the company?"

In the past, every time he was sent to his house, his father would leave on the pretext that the company was busy and would not set foot at home.

From the few steps from getting off the bus to the door of the house, there is a clear line, and Huo Jingsen never crosses it.

Huo Jingsen knew what his son was talking about, and with a complicated look in his eyes, he held his little hand: "Dad is not leaving today, so I will stay with you."

Whether it's because of loneliness or whether she wants to divorce him, or for the sake of her son.

Today, Huo Jingsen doesn't plan to leave.

For some reason, from the moment he saw the deserted place, he found that this place didn't seem as disgusting as before.

Naturally, this place has never changed. Huo Jingsen glanced at the decorations in the hall. The only thing that changed was his state of mind.

Leng Qingqing was a little surprised when she saw the two people coming back: "Why are you here too?"

Huo Jingsen's face turned dark and he pursed his lips: "Why, you don't want me to come back."

"Yes." Leng Qingqing actually nodded openly and looked him up and down, "After our divorce, leave this house to me. After all, I have lived with Hengheng for so long and we already have a relationship. I don't want to change it for the time being. place."

Finding a house was very troublesome, and Leng Qingqing knew that Huo Jingsen would not be so stingy.

Besides, he doesn't lack this property either.

Huo Jingsen rarely answered, and still avoided talking about the divorce. It seemed that as long as he didn't respond, there would be room for change.

"I didn't know you were coming, so..."

Lengqing shrugged and followed her gaze to the dining table. Huo Jingsen was silent.

The table is filled with burgers, fried chicken, French fries, chicken nuggets, Coke, chocolate sundae...

I know you want to see it, here

And some fast food that he couldn't name.

Huo Jingsen has never eaten it, and Xuanyun will not allow him to eat such junk food.

Before he was about to speak, he glanced at his son. Huo Yanheng was standing next to him, with a snow-white profile and long eyelashes. He looked at the things on the table without blinking, showing longing eyes.

Leng Qingqing was very satisfied with Huo Yanheng's expression. She walked over with a smile and took her son's hand: "Hengheng, do you like the dinner your mother prepared for you? I heard that children like these things."

She did not forget that when she was recording the program in Peach Blossom Village, she heard Julie say that she liked to eat KFC, so she remembered it.

The memory of the original owner that Leng Qingqing obtained became less and less as time went by after her arrival.

Therefore, she was not very sure whether Huo Yanheng had ever eaten a hamburger.

But considering the original owner's temperament, he wouldn't take him to eat these fast food.

So today is a gift to Huo Yanheng.

"What other children have, our Hengheng will also have!" Leng Qingqing waved his hand, "Look, this is all for the country that my mother has built for you. You can eat whatever you want and make whatever you want."

The outer layer of fried chicken is crispy and golden in color. Several different styles of burgers are placed on the table, including spicy chicken steak, cheese beef...

Huo Yanheng saw a huge double-decker burger placed on the corner of the table closest to him, with cheese sauce slowly sliding down from the slightly browned beef patty.

Huo Yanheng's eyes had never been as bright as they were now.

He turned his head, pursed his lips, and looked at his father beside him with bright eyes. He didn't say anything, but he meant to ask.

Leng Qingqing squinted her eyes and felt a little angry.

It is obvious that in this family, Huo Yanheng believes that Huo Jingsen's status and voice are higher than his own.

Leng Qingqing, who had always been king and hegemon, could not bear this grievance.

She cleared her throat and sat down, "Don't you all like to eat? I love to eat. I eat it myself. I eat it all."

As he spoke, he raised the chicken leg with his left hand and held the burger with his right hand. He took a bite here and a bite there. He stared at the two of them with his beautiful eyes and started eating without paying attention to his image.

But she was so beautiful that even though she ate a lot of meat and drank Coke, she didn't mean anything vulgar at all. Instead, she had a boldness that was rarely seen in ordinary people.

At this moment, Huo Jingsen realized that his wife really didn't care about him anymore.

There were no fancy clothes, no elaborate makeup, and no carefully flattering tone of voice.

Sitting in front of him now was a young woman wearing pajamas, her long hair tied up in a bun, and her face turned upside down.

"Gudong."

Huo Jingsen heard an extremely loud swallowing sound coming from his side. He turned his head and looked down.

It's the son.

Huo Yanheng tried his best not to look, but the air was filled with the aroma of fried chicken legs, and the alluring aroma penetrated right into his nose.

"Gudong." Huo Yanheng's hungry stomach told the time when it was time to eat.

"Dad, can I eat it?" Huo Yanheng blinked his eyes and pursed his lips.

Huo Jingsen asked him, "Do you want to eat?"

"I..." Huo Yanheng raised his eyes to observe his expression, but the moment he made contact with those eyes, he withdrew his eyes, looked away at the cold eyes, and said seriously: "It doesn't matter whether I eat or not."

A pair of big, sharp-jointed hands landed on the top of Huo Yanheng's fluffy hair and touched it.

"If you want to eat, go and eat. I'll ask the kitchen to make you a soup to relieve your tiredness."

Huo Yanheng could hardly believe what he heard, and his expression was visibly stunned. Then his eyes widened slightly, and his eyes lit up, full of excitement and happiness.

Huo Jingsen raised his lips slightly, but did not forget to warn: "Remember, you can only eat junk food like this once a week."

"understood!"

Huo Yanheng replied loudly, rushed forward a few steps quickly, then thought of something, took off the schoolbag from his back, carefully placed it on the sofa, and then sat down obediently.

"Dad, why don't you come and eat?" Huo Yanheng, who was sitting at the table and being fed a mouthful of French fries in silence, still did not forget his biological father.

Huo Jingsen didn't want to spoil their fun. Even though he didn't like eating junk food, he still sat across from Leng Qingqing.

He asked the servant for a glass of water and a steak, and said calmly: "I don't like eating, I just watch you eat."

The steak would not be served for a while, and Huo Jingsen sat at the dining table, facing the two of them.

A bucket of fried chicken snacks was placed right in front of him.

He picked up the water glass and took a sip. His eyes fell on the fried golden and crispy chicken nuggets and he looked away.

He took another sip of water.

The voices from the other side kept piercing his ears.

"Son, do you like strawberry sundae or chocolate sundae? Forget it, I will eat half for you, and you will eat half and give it to me, so that we can taste both flavors."

"Son, try this new product. It has a very rich taste. You must like it."

"Why, is it too sweet? This taro pie is a bit sweet."

Huo Yanheng was either being fed or on the way to being fed. His mouth was so busy for several minutes that he didn't even have time to say a word to his father.

He could only open a pair of innocent, dark eyes and look at his father across from him.

Everything he wanted to say was filled in his watery eyes.