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The father and son, one big and one small, whose temperament and appearance were almost identical, sat on the big bed and watched Leng Qingqing put on makeup.

Huo Jingsen chose a small suit for his son, with a pure black base and crisp material. He also tied a cute bow tie for him by himself, making him look like a little gentleman.

When Leng Qingqing saw it for the first time, he couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, the two of them were staring at her movements, watching her open the cosmetic bag and choosing cosmetics from it, their eyes almost unblinking.

Leng Qingqing said with a black line: "Do you two have nothing to do?"

Huo Yanheng blinked and said softly, "Mom, you are so beautiful."

He glanced back at the little man sitting upright in the mirror and said coldly: "..."

Sighed softly.

Leng Qingqing said to the system: "It's hard to guess the child's mood. He was lukewarm to me during the last video, and now he's calling me mom. It seems that Huo Jingsen is in a good mood when he returns to China."

Leng Qingqing realized how hard it was to be a mother. The worry of being a mother all day long was not as good as that of a father who never showed up once a month.

Thinking of this, she snorted coldly. Huo Yanheng tilted his head in confusion, and a small question mark appeared on his head.

System: "He called me mom..."

"???"

Leng Qingqing's eyeliner was crooked to his temples, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing: "Are you okay? Take some medicine."

System: "Eh..."

"Where's the watch I gave you before." Huo Jingsen said, his eyes quietly passing over her snow-white cheeks where makeup was being applied. They had been married for several years, and he had never seen her without makeup.

In fact, she looks more comfortable now than after putting on makeup.

He quickly glanced at the transparent jewelry cabinet she opened. There was a separate cloakroom in the deserted area, and there was also a special place for keeping valuable jewelry.

And he had seen her put the ladies' watch carefully and solemnly into the jewelry cabinet under her hands.

Even locked.

The jewelry cabinet is full of beautiful things, but there is no trace of that watch.

Huo Jingsen looked away with a calm expression.

"Lost it." Leng Qingqing put her elbows on the table, carefully wiped away the crooked eyeliner, and answered casually.

A few seconds later, there was a cold breath approaching from behind. When she turned around, Huo Jingsen was actually behind her!

The man held the corners of her chair with both hands, lowered his head slightly, and moved closer to her.

There was a smile in his eyes, and the ends of his eyes were slightly raised, as if he was smiling, but it gave people a chilling feeling.

"Where was it lost?" he asked.

Leng Qingqing was very impatient, turned around, leaned forward to look in the mirror, and subconsciously distanced herself from him: "If it's lost, it's lost. How do I know where it is lost?"

Huo Jingsen let go of his hand, took a step back, and looked at her deeply and coldly.

Then without saying a word, he turned and left.

He was fine before, but suddenly he looks bad.

Huo Yanheng jumped down from the bed gently, looking at his movements as if he wanted to chase him out.

Leng Qingqing continued to trace her eyebrows: "You are not allowed to go out, your father is free."

"........."

Huo Yanheng sensed the ice-like atmosphere between the two adults and looked at her cautiously, then looked longingly at the door without daring to speak.

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The three of them arrived at the address and the dinner just started.

As Huo Jingsen said, this is indeed a private dinner.

There were not many guests in twos and threes. When they saw the three people walking in, they all nodded and smiled in greeting. They did not show any shock or surprise at the deserted scene, as if they already knew her identity.

The sound of piano flows gently in the air, giving people a relaxed and leisurely atmosphere.

"Why are you here now? Qianjin and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Xuanyun, wearing a cheongsam, walked over with a smile. It could be seen that she was in very good condition tonight.

Seeing the young lady holding Xuanyun's hand, Leng Qingqing looked surprised... Is it her?

Xuanyun had no idea that the two women in front of her had known each other for a long time. She took Zhao Qianjin's hand and introduced her to Leng Qingqing.

"This is Qian Jin, the one you have seen before."

There was a look of doubt in Leng Qingqing's eyes.

"...Have we met before?"

The original owner's memory of some passers-by has long been blurred.

So Leng Qingqing couldn't even remember that she had met Zhao Qianjin before.

So what about the relationship between the two before? Leng Qingqing seemed to have discovered something, and her expression changed a little.

Zhao Qianjin's face was slightly pale, and she forced a smile and said, "Auntie, let's not talk about the past. Qingqing and I haven't met each other a few times. It's normal for her not to remember."

Xuanyun knew that she had deep feelings for her son, so now that she saw Leng Qingqing, her nominal mistress, she naturally couldn't be happy.

Her eyes were full of love, and she patted Zhao Qianjin's hand gently. The emerald ring on her finger shone with a low-key and luxurious light.

"You and Jing Sen have been friends for so many years, and we are not strangers to each other, so I won't interrupt your reminiscences."

Huo Jingsen nodded slightly.

A lady came to greet Xuanyun. Xuanyun gave Zhao Qianjin a look before leaving, but Zhao Qianjin lowered her head and felt her cheeks burning.

She looked away, frowning subconsciously, without even looking at the man in front of her.

Zhao Qianjin watched Xuanyun go away, her eyelashes trembling as she turned back to look, but she didn't dare to look at Leng Qingqing, so she lowered her gaze and stared at the hem of her skirt, like a child who felt guilty for doing something wrong.

Leng Qingqing held Hengheng's hand with a smile on her lips: "Hengheng, call me aunt."

Huo Yanheng raised his head slightly and looked at the beautiful aunt in front of him with doubtful eyes: "Auntie's face is so red, does she have a fever?"

Zhao Qianjin's face turned redder, more beautiful than rose petals. She waved her hands in panic: "No, Auntie is not sick."

He looked at her coldly and said nothing. If Zhao Qianjin raised his eyes, he would find that her eyes were still gentle.

Zhao Qianjin murmured, finally summoning up the courage, and slowly raised his eyes to look at her: "I didn't hide it from you on purpose."

Huo Jingsen was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

Looking at the two women staring at each other face to face, Sheng Ming's words suddenly rang in his mind.

Instantly, a strange intuition made Huo Jingsen narrow his eyes.