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

Sheng Ming leaned against the glass wall and quickly sent several pictures to his friends.

Sheng Ming: [Picture message] [Picture message]

[I said, the guy wearing sunglasses looks cool and cool, right? ! How could she be with Zhao Qianjin! 】

As messages popped up one after another, Huo Jingsen lowered his eyes and opened his eyes. After a few seconds, he straightened up slightly.

"Why are they together?"

What followed were several voices bombarded by Sheng Ming: "You know, I can't believe my eyes!"

The daughter of the Zhao family actually went shopping hand in hand with Leng Qingqing, trying on shoes!

"When did the relationship between the two of them become so good!? Do you know about this?"

However, this is not what shocked Sheng Ming the most.

Separated by a glass wall, Zhao Qianjin put her hand into her bag, but Leng Qingqing grabbed her wrist.

The touch on her wrist was slightly cool and delicate, and Zhao Qianjin was slightly startled.

When he came back to his senses in the next second, he saw Leng Qing passing the card with his fingertips over the counter. He smiled slightly and winked at her: "Swipe my card."

Zhao Qianjin suddenly felt that the touched skin on her wrist was a little hot, and she quickly retracted her hand, her cheeks slightly reddened suspiciously: "Thank you, thank you."

...No wonder everyone says that the woman who swipes her credit card is the most handsome.

After walking out of the store, Zhao Qianjin didn't seem to be so resistant to the deserted request to hold hands.

Leng Qingqing was not as bad as she thought.

If, she means if...

If they were not rivals in love, they would definitely become very good friends.

"Are you hungry? Let's go get something to eat." Leng Qingqing held the girl's arm and asked for advice.

The two of them were empty-handed, but the driver behind them was covered in everything, showing an overwhelmed and painful look.

He never thought that the trophies obtained by two women from shopping and shopping were so much stronger than the power of the young lady alone!

Zhao Qianjin thought about how to respond to the invitation all the way, and finally seized the opportunity: "Let me treat you to dinner. There is a delicious French restaurant nearby. I go there often, and it tastes pretty good."

After all, she was given so many things - Zhao Qianjin glanced behind her. The driver was a few steps behind the two of them, but fortunately he was still breathing, so she turned back.

After receiving so much from someone, Zhao Qianjin couldn't continue to have sex for nothing.

It's not that she deliberately took advantage, but that Leng Qingqing was too enthusiastic to allow her to refuse.

"This is my gift to you. If you refuse, I will treat you as looking down on me."

"Swipe your card." "Swipe your card." "Swipe my card, thank you."

Throughout the morning, the two of them almost walked around the building. Leng Qingqing's ankles were a little sore, so they agreed: "I'm a little tired after walking around for so long. I might as well find a place to rest and have something to eat."

Zhao Qianjin is an old acquaintance of this French restaurant. As soon as she walked in, the manager came over to guide her.

"Miss Zhao, the old position has been reserved for you."

The manager took out the diagonal silk scarf from the front pocket of his suit, swiped it twice on the chair in a funny manner, and extended his gentlemanly hand to invite the two of them to sit down, which made Zhao Qianjin laugh.

"You're still so funny."

"Ms. Zhao is so complimentary, the same as before, double portion?"

"As always, I'll serve you all the signature dishes. This is my friend's first time here."

The manager personally poured water for the two of them and went down to order the dishes.

Zhao Qianjin checked her phone to see if the books she ordered had been shipped, and also checked out other social software.

Basically everything was shipped. Zhao Qianjin was very satisfied and clicked on Weibo.

After a few seconds, she covered her lips slightly, showing a surprised look, and then subconsciously looked at the person opposite.

Leng Qingqing happened to raise his eyes, caught her gaze, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong? Why do you have such a strange expression."

"I..." Zhao Qianjin didn't know what to say, "You better see for yourself."

Zhao Qianjin turned her phone over, placed it in front of her, and stuck her head out from one side: "Someone broke the news on the Internet that your persona is fake. Do you have any issues with this little star named Lu Panpan?"

Leng Qingqing glanced at it and took a sip of water: "Well, it's not a big problem. Let's eat first."

So calm? Zhao Qianjin looked at her with admiration.

"Everyone on the Internet is scolding you now, aren't you worried?"

Zhao Qianjin pouted, lying on the table, tinkering with her phone, and her cute French manicure occasionally clicked on the screen.

Leng Qingqing wandered over from the other side of the table and sat next to her, looking at her cell phone without a red face and a heartbeat.

"Are you speaking for me?" Leng Qingqing said in a surprised tone, "It's useless. Most of the people who scold me are trolls. Why waste time with them."

Only then did Zhao Qianjin stop her movements and opened her eyes slightly, as if to say, 'I don't know much about books, so don't lie to me.' "Is it true, many of the people who scold you are trolls?"

"Yeah." Leng Qing nodded, a little funny: "Anyway, I kicked her out on purpose, and the netizens were right."

With that said, the waiter served the food.

Leng Qingqing moved a plate of salad in front of him, stirred it with a silver fork, and opened his mouth wide and stuffed it without paying attention to Zhao Qianjin's horrified eyes.

Zhao Qianjin was actually a little shocked. He was so deserted in front of him, so he didn't care about his image.

Could it be that she was like this...simple and rude in front of Huo Jingsen?

Or is this the kind of her Huo Jingsen likes?

Zhao Qianjin held the water and stared blankly at the person opposite, her mind a little confused for a moment.

"However, even if you don't like her, you don't have to give her authority in front of everyone. Doesn't that give her a chance to cause trouble?"

Seeing the bottom of the salad on the deserted plate, Zhao Qianjin asked in a daze.

"Haven't you watched my show?" Leng Qingqing carefully wiped out the last bit of salad on the plate, "She pinched my son until his arms turned blue. I didn't find fault with her, so I'm being magnanimous."

Zhao Qianjin thought the same thing: "So she is quite lucky. She was just warned by you and you let her go."

But this little star named Lu Panpan is obviously very ambitious.

She was obviously the one who bullied the child and was the one who made the mistake in the first place, but now she is pretending to be a victim and acting coy.

Leng Qingqing stopped in confusion: "When did I say I would let her go?"