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

Huo Yanheng's fever had gone down, but he was still a little in a bad mood. He squatted on the lawn of the garden with a sad expression, playing with Laifu with a bone doll.

Therefore, I didn't go to see Director Zhou today. Director Zhou called and asked, with a worried tone: "I heard that Hengheng has a fever? How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Leng Qingqing was surprised, "How did you know? I didn't remember to tell anyone."

Director Zhou: "Are you sure? It has already spread on the Internet."

In the morning of the day, in the private kindergarten of Holy Night, in the middle class classroom.

Huo Yanheng's deskmate, Fatty, looked at the empty seat next to him from time to time. Huo Yanheng had not been here all morning, and Fatty felt that the chocolate in his hand was no longer fragrant.

Delicious food tastes better when shared with friends.

In the past, Huo Yanheng kept all the snacks, chocolate biscuits and candies that Xiaopang gave Huo Yanheng, although he didn't eat them in front of him.

And she would also say thank you to him, and even lend him an eraser when Xiaopang didn't bring it...and so on. Xiaopang himself can’t remember clearly.

In Xiaopang's mind, Huo Yanheng was already his best friend.

Everything has repercussions, isn't this considered a good friend!

Xiaopang made a standard gesture of raising his hands to ask questions. This gesture was very similar to one of Ultraman's signature moves.

Fatty's expression was solemn, and the teacher saw his straightened hands at a glance: "Little Fatty, what's wrong? Do you want to go to the bathroom? Do you want the teacher to accompany you?"

Although the children in the kindergarten all come from either rich or noble families, at this age, well, they are all actually about the same age.

For example, the little chubby kid always can't pull up his pants when he goes to the toilet. He just can't do it when asked, because his mother never taught him. I cry if I ask again.

Since Xiaopang was promoted to middle class, the situation has improved a lot. He will stay in the bathroom and wait for the teacher to come. At least he won't wander around the kindergarten with his butt exposed.

Xiaopang shook his head solemnly, feeling a little shy at the same time, although he still didn't understand what shyness meant.

"Teacher, where is Huo Yanheng?" Xiaopang asked.

The teacher came over and said softly: "Hengheng is sick and has taken leave today. It may take two days before he can come to school. Did Little Fatty miss him?"

After school in the afternoon, when Xiaopang came home, his mother made his favorite braised pork, but Xiaopang didn't even take a few bites of his favorite braised pork before he said he was full.

In fact, when you are full, you are unable to swallow the food.

With Xiaopang's vocabulary, it is difficult for him to use such complex and difficult idioms. He can only say that he is full.

The mother touched his forehead. With the recent change of season, influenza has been a frequent occurrence, and she thought her son had also been infected.

The little fat man opened his mouth, and his mother took out the thermometer from his mouth and read it carefully. He looked gloomy and said, "Mom, Huo Yanheng is sick and has taken leave today. I'm so worried about him."

What is very unfortunate is that the little fat mother is the leader of the private group of parents.

Although the little chubby mother looks very stable on the outside, she is actually an expert at eating melons. As a full-time mother, in addition to supervising the nanny to do housework at home, the little chubby mother goes to the spa with her little sisters, and she also wanders around to eat melons on major software.

There are so many melons alone.

After coaxing her son to eat more, the little chubby mother wiped her hands, took out her phone, and opened the group chat.

Then, a bomb appeared.

Fat Mom: Did you hear that Hengheng is sick?

**

"I want to come and see Hengheng. I won't bother you." Director Zhou held the phone and turned his head slightly to look at the boxes of foreign milk stacked half a person high on the wall in the supermarket.

The most important thing is that it has Xiong Da and Xiong Er printed on it, and Hengheng likes them best.

The shopping guide enthusiastically came over and introduced: "This is a good one. Children like to drink it. It is the fastest-selling one here."

"Get two boxes."

"Okay."

When you visit for the first time, you have to grab something, it’s not easy to go empty-handed.

I just didn’t know what Hengheng liked to eat or play, so Director Zhou looked further and further away. He was looking for the toy area.

Leng Qingqing didn't reply. Director Zhou thought she didn't hear clearly and asked again.

"...Now?" Leng Qingqing glanced towards the living room, her tone slightly hesitant.

**

Also wanting to see Hengheng was the youngest son who was just retrieved by the Xie family not long ago, the current Mr. Xie.

When Xie Xie went out, his steps were brisk, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was as high-spirited as if he was going to a very important date.

But he didn't expect anyone to be in the living room.

"It's getting late, where are we going?"

The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa with a majestic face is Father Xie. His slightly cold eyes followed his son's slender back, which was slightly excited, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xie Xian paused and his body stiffened slightly for a second. He turned around slowly, adjusted his facial expression, and said calmly: "Go to the company."

Father Xie looked at him for a few seconds with his cloudy and dark eyes, making sure that his son was not lying, and then waved his hand: "Go ahead."

"and many more."

Xie Xian took two steps out, and heard Xie's father's voice again behind him. Xie Xuan frowned, a little annoyed. He has never been a patient person.

He turned his head and said expressionlessly: "Do you have anything else?"

A roster flew over in the air, and Xie Xun subconsciously caught it. It was very heavy in his hand, "What is it?"

Father Xie held the teacup in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at me with a majestic look: "How old are you this year?"

Xie Xeng knew that this old fox would not ask some meaningless topics for no reason. When he asked this sentence, there must be other meanings.

But he didn't know what the answer was, so he didn't answer.

Father Xie, who didn't wait for a reply, stared at Xie Xuan's face like a knife.

In fact, what Xie's father wanted to say was that Xie Xie had reached the age where he should talk about marriage. Although I was not involved in your past, your life-long events must be in my hands. Because I am your father, you must listen to me.

Xie Xun opened the roster in his hand, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He pursed his lips, "What do you mean?"

Turning to the first page, you will see a photo of a young girl, with her name, family, and a brief introduction below.

The girls are all young and beautiful. Their 'resume' is as simple as a thin page.

Xie Xie turned back a few pages and confirmed what Xie's father meant, and his heart inevitably sank.

This old immortal's hand was stretched far enough. He had only been back to Xie's house for a short time, and he already wanted to arrange an arranged marriage for him.

Although Xie Zong never regarded him as his father. But when the two meet, especially when outsiders are around, they still call each other father and son.

Father Xie’s meaning is very clear and understandable. Xie Xun's brother, the unlucky guy who was almost killed by a car, is still lying unconscious on the hospital bed. Even if he wakes up one day, Xie's company will have already changed hands to his half-brother Xie Xie. hideous.

Now, the only heir to the Xie family is Xie Xie. Based on Xie Xie himself, Xie's father found it hard to believe that he could sustain such a huge enterprise, so he had to find some help for him.

After all, he was of his own blood. Father Xie didn't want to break up with him, and even if he had to break up, it wouldn't be now.

Xie's father has also lived for so many years, and he can see the reluctance on Xie Xuan's face at a glance.

So he asked: "Tell me, what kind do you like?"

Is it hard to find a woman? But the person Xie Xie marries must be on this list. As for how he comes privately, he, as a father, will not care.

This guy is still too young.

Father Xie blew away the foam on the surface of the tea and raised the corners of his lips mockingly.

"I like..." Xie Xuan's tone was slow, as if he was thinking. A shadow subconsciously appeared in his mind. It's deserted.

Father Xie added calmly: "No matter what type you like, I can find it for you."

Xie Xuan held the roster, hesitated, and asked, "Is it true, it doesn't matter what I like?"

In the huge hall, a vigorous laughter sounded, with a strong sense of domineering and confidence in the laughter.

"Of course!" Just two words, the answer was decisive.

After all, liking someone and marrying them into the family are two different things.

Xie Xie seemed to be relieved, and Xie's father, who had everything in sight, smiled lightly, hiding his merit and fame.

But Father Xie is still too young.

"I like people who are divorced and have children."

"It's okay without divorce, I can wait."

He was thinking seriously, and judging from his cautious and solemn expression, it was obvious that he was not joking.

Father Xie's hand shook heavily and all the tea spilled on his pants.