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

Xu Meijun covered the phone, stamped her feet at him, and said coquettishly, "If I didn't say this, would your daughter be able to come back?"

Leng Qingqing has never been close to him. Ever since Leng Feng married Xu Meijun and the two mothers and daughters came in, the father and daughter had no communication.

On the surface they are father and daughter, but in reality they are so cold and distant that they are worse than strangers.

Mentioning the rebellious girl Leng Qingqing, Leng Feng's expression instantly turned cold.

Being born so beautiful is of no use at all. She is not as good as her stepdaughter Ellie getting married well.

Xu Meijun's words fell to the ground.

The next second, a cold and surprised voice suddenly came from the receiver: "What, is there such a good thing?"

Leng Feng almost coughed to death: "Unfilial daughter, you are cursing me to die early!"

If you were standing in front of him indifferently, he would have picked up the mop and hit you.

This unfilial daughter really thought that she could escape from the Leng family once her wings became stiff. Wouldn't it be a joke if he raised her like this in vain?

It's not that easy to escape from the Leng family.

Leng Feng's tone contained a smile and a metaphorical threat: "Don't forget, your mother's things are still with me. Haven't you always wanted to go back?"

This memory was a bit fuzzy. Leng Qingqing frowned and recalled it in his mind. After a few seconds, the outline of something vaguely appeared in his mind.

It was an old golden nanmu box with a golden lock and a heavy texture. It was a deep thought in the memory of the original owner, and it was also the beloved thing of the original owner's mother during her lifetime.

The original owner's mother gave this thing to her before she passed away, but for some reason it was stolen by Leng Feng.

After hearing this, Leng Qingqing changed her mind and decided to go to the zoo to see the monkeys.

I took a taxi to the Leng's house in my memory. When I paid, I thought I had to take a driver's license test. Then I got out of the car and completely forgot about it.

Stepmother Xu Meijun had already stood waiting in front of the court.

Xu Meijun, who has reached middle age, still has beautiful makeup, a plump figure and a slender waist. She has never been stingy about investing in her appearance.

Leng Qingqing's sharp eyes saw that the silk cheongsam she was wearing had complicated patterns, the stamens were threaded with gold thread, and it was embroidered with layers of peony patterns. It was expensive to make, but Xu Meijun had to wear it to give off the smell of travel.

It really ruined the dress.

Leng Feng, who was wearing a white training suit and holding walnuts in his hand, strode forward and looked behind Leng Qingqing, "Where is my grandson? Why didn't you bring my grandson with you?"

"I have to go to school, but I can't come." He walked up the steps in a few steps and looked around.

Leng Feng was stunned and glanced at Xu Meijun with displeased eyes: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Xu Meijun smiled awkwardly.

Forget it, I haven’t seen it now, but it’s not that I won’t have the chance to see it in the future.

Leng Feng's turbid eyes were shining, and he followed his daughter into the hall. He tried in a somewhat excited tone: "You actually got married and gave birth to a boy. What a boy! Tell me, who is the father of the child? He is a certain person." The boss of this circle? What’s his last name? How much assets does he have in his name? Have you obtained the certificate?”

son in law?

When Leng Qingqing thought of Huo Jingsen's face, she suddenly got angry and started talking nonsense: "Unfortunately, he recently took a mistress outside and is making trouble to divorce me. It's hard to say whether this son-in-law is right or wrong."

Leng Feng was surprised, but quickly recovered his composure, patted her on the shoulder and said sincerely.

"When men socialize outside, it is inevitable that they will have to make fun of themselves. As a wife, you should be more considerate of your husband's difficulties."

Leng Qingqing: vomit.

Xu Meijun on the side had a pale face.

I don’t know if it was because I thought of something after hearing these words.

Her disconnected gaze fell faintly on Leng Qingqing's bright and beautiful face, her eyes seemed to be jealous, but also seemed to be happy.

Xu Meijun pulled her lips and said with a sweet smile: "Your father and I have seen Hengheng on TV a long time ago. You kid, you didn't tell your family about such a big thing, and you made your father worry about you in vain."

Leng Qingqing drew inferences: "Will he be worried about me? Is he worried that I will bear too much anger? Or is he worried that my life will be too long?"

Even though Leng Feng had promised Xu Meijun that he must put on a good face, when he heard Leng Qingqing's straightforward and merciless sarcasm, he couldn't help but change his face.

"Qingqing, mom is worried about you too." Xu Meijun looked at Leng Qingqing with red eyes, and reached out to pull Leng Feng's sleeve next to her, intending to remind him not to get angry.

"Farewell, I call you mom, can you afford it?" Leng Qingqing walked to the European-style sofa without noticing anything, ignoring Xu Meijun's sullen and ugly expression: "I only have one mom," she raised her hand and moved down Pointing: "Here she is. If you want to go down and accompany her, I won't stop you."

Leng Qingqing, who had not seen her for such a long time, returned to the Leng family. She was so sharp and spoke so clearly that Xu Meijun even suspected that she had changed someone.

After all, after being together for such a long time, she still didn't know what was in Leng Qingqing's head.

Even if he is smart, it is only temporary. Leng Qingqing is a real fool on the inside.

"Sister passed away early, leaving you with a child of your own. Auntie feels pity for you and is really doing it for your own good. You said that you are a girl who got married without knowing it. At least you should let your father know the name of his son-in-law. Who?"

As long as there is a name, even a surname, it is enough to follow the clues to find out a lot of information.

"Where is my mother's stuff?" Leng Qingqing ignored her chirping and stretched out his hand directly towards Leng Feng.

How could Leng Feng really give her such a valuable thing? A trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, and he hummed: "That's the only relic left by your mother. She left it to me. I gave it to you, your mother." Are you willing?"

"Don't use my mother as an excuse." Leng Qingqing turned over and sat up. His eyes were indifferent and he said, "If you don't give it to me, I'll find it myself."

Leng Qingqing did what he said and turned the entire Leng family upside down in half an hour.

There's only three feet left to dig.

She walked out of Leng Feng and Xu Meijun's room. The room was full of messes. She glanced back with confused eyes but found nothing.

Was it placed in a bank safe?

Leng Qingqing's strength was surprisingly strong, and he didn't stop the two of them as they stepped forward. Instead, they were pushed several times, and they both fell to the ground with bruises all over their faces.

Xu Meijun sat on the ground and burst into tears. While crying, she called Leng Qingqing a white-eyed wolf and her dead mother a broom star.

The Leng family looked as if they had been robbed by bandits. There were pillows and goose down cores floating on the stairs, and jewelry and dresses were scattered all over the floor.

Just at this time, Ellie came back.

When Ellie walked in, she first noticed the scars on her mother's face scratched by her nails. Then she saw a deserted person standing next to her with her arms folded, her hair covered with snow-white goose down, and her face full of impatience.

She screamed, her rationality collapsed instantly, and she rushed forward and said: "Leng Qingqing, if you dare to hit my mother, I will fight with you!"