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

Huo Yanheng was not good in Zhou Yuanlong's arms. He kept kicking his legs, and several irregular footprints were quickly left on Zhou Yuanlong's black T-shirt.

Although this little pain was nothing to Zhou Yuanlong, who had experienced many battles, but being kicked by a little kid until he was covered in mud made him feel very bad.

Zhou Yuanlong tried his best to resist the urge to throw the stinky kid to the ground and kill him.

"I'll use your child to exchange cards with you. Is that okay?"

Leng Qingqing handed over the card in her arms without saying a word.

The speed is so fast that there is no nostalgia.

Netizens and even fans expressed shock.

[Teacher Leng, you...]

[Huo Yanheng is so in love with this. 】

[Please, novel authors always write tyrants in the same way as Leng Qingqing. This is called unconditional preference. 】

[I just handed it over without even thinking about it. You don’t want to deal with it anymore? 】

[Leng Qingqing, don’t love me too much! 】

When Huo Yanheng was put down, his head was still a little dazed.

Behind him stood Zhou Yuanlong and his son. They turned over and over to check the cards they had just received, smiling happily.

Huo Yanheng's eyes passed through the hot air in front of him and landed on her a few steps away.

He opened his lips as if he wanted to say something, but then slowly pursed his lips.

From beginning to end, only the big black eyes like grape beads were looking at her.

Leng Qingqing came over and held his hand. The weather was hot, and her palms, which were always slightly cold, were also warm. Her big hand wrapped his small hand, which was warm and reassuring.

He lowered his head and held her tightly.

When they went to meet at the Frisbee place, Huo Yanheng's pace gradually slowed down. Leng Qingqing knew that he had something to say, so he deliberately slowed down.

"……Why."

Leng Qingqing heard his inaudible murmur and smiled faintly.

"Why, in my mother's heart, you are more important than the mission."

Huo Yanheng still lowered his head. Although he did not answer, his whole aura conveyed a sense of happiness.

【? Hengheng smiled. 】

[Sure enough, even Tsundere can't stand the direct attack. 】

[OK, I wrote it down in my notebook. 】

[Remember, I will say this to my son next time. 】

[As expected of you, Teacher Leng, when will you publish a book? 】

【son:? This is so chilling. 】

Zhou Yuanlong passed by them, with his son Zhou Xiaoxi riding on his neck, holding a card to shade the sun and fanning the wind, and the two showed off their power.

"What's wrong, Hengheng is crying?" Zhou Yuanlong stopped and asked hypocritically: "Do you need help?"

"If you want to help, you can help."

Leng Qingqing stood up and snatched it into Zhou Xiaoxi's arms.

Zhou Yuanlong was on guard, and at the same moment she took action, he pulled the card from his son's hand from bottom to top!

The deserted eyes were like cold stars, looking straight at him.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhou Yuanlong directly inserted the card from the collar and smiled at her.

"Ms. Leng, please stop staring at our cards. If you have the time, why not go play the project again?"

Leng Qingqing rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll give you three seconds to put the child down."

Zhou Yuanlong was also afraid of hurting the child, so he backed away cautiously and put Zhou Xiaoxi down.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, I am a martial arts champion." Zhou Yuanlong squinted his eyes, his aura suddenly changed, and there was a turbid and sticky look in his obscure eyes.

Leng Qingqing smiled contemptuously: "You also said it was before, and the hero didn't mention his bravery in the past."

Besides, you are just a Japanese melon, not a hero.

This smile made Zhou Yuanlong feel angry. No one had dared to talk to him like this for many years!

This woman has failed to take him seriously over and over again, so she needs to be taught a lesson.

Leng Qingqing took a step forward and stabbed with one hand. Zhou Yuanlong stayed still and turned his head to avoid it.

After the two exchanged a few moves, Zhou Yuanlong had to admit that she was indeed not an embroidered pillow.

And soon, Leng Qingqing attacked his bottom lane again.

While Zhou Yuanlong was hiding, he was secretly surprised. Where did this woman learn the moves to attack people in all three ways!

Suddenly I heard Leng Qingqing drink:

"Watch my monkey steal a peach and cut off his children and grandchildren!"

Zhou Yuanlong's eyelids twitched.

Did he hear it correctly?

Monkey, monkey steals peaches? !

Just when he took a brief tenth of a second to think about the feasibility of Leng Qingqing's words.

Leng Qingqing was already moving as fast as lightning, kicking him three ways!

Zhou Yuanlong subconsciously gave up other defenses to protect the weakest and most vulnerable part of his body as a man.

She never expected that the monkey stealing the peach was just a fake move on her part.

By the time Zhou Yuanlong reacted, he was already being cut behind his back and facing down.

His face was pressed heavily to the ground, rubbing against the gravel on the ground.

Zhou Yuanlong wanted to speak, but the corners of his mouth were squashed, and he could only utter vague words.

"Oh...let me get up, let me..."

Leng Qingqing wiped the sweat from her forehead, sat down on Zhou Yuanlong's back, and called Huo Yanheng to come over and sit down to rest.

She slapped Zhou Yuanlong on the back with her backhand. It seemed like she didn't exert much force, but Zhou Yuanlong's eyes widened on the spot.

"Brother Zhou, you have a really good body. You deserve to be a martial arts champion."

"Daddy, let go of my daddy, you bad woman!"

Zhou Xiaoxi rushed up several times to rescue his father, but was easily pushed away by Leng Qingqing.

He wasn't hurt, but he was very angry.

But after being stared at by this bad woman's beautiful big eyes, Zhou Xiaoxi didn't dare to go up.

Arriving early is worse than arriving by chance. Jiang Tianqiong held Jiang Shi's footsteps and walked by. Leng Qingqing stopped him and started discussing with him.

"Help me take the card out of his arms, and I'll be the first to help you when I finish the task."

To friends, Leng Qingqing has always been very generous.

This was a sure-profit deal, and Jiang Tianqiong agreed without even thinking about it.

Leng Qingqing is a task maniac, and there is never a time when a task is unreliable.

If you follow her around, even if you can't eat meat, you can still have soup.

Amidst Zhou Yuanlong's shouting like killing a pig, the two men took the card away from him.

The card went round and round, but returned to Leng Qingqing's hands.

Leng Qingqing glanced down at the ground, you little guy, you still dare to steal my things.

Former martial arts champion Zhou Yuanlong, like a rag doll, still maintained his posture of being subdued on the ground, with his head down and his face against the ground, with a lot of gravel embedded in half of his face.

Neither the on-site staff nor the netizens in the live broadcast room could clearly see Zhou Yuanlong's facial expression.

Zhou Xiaoxi saw his own father being beaten by a woman for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel worried.

After the cruel woman left, she walked out shakily and went to help Zhou Yuanlong.

"Daddy, daddy, are you okay?"