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

Li Qiang still doesn't know how he got to this point.

At first, he was called by a friend in the factory.

When a few friends get together, they will also play small things, but he has always been measured. No matter how his friends encourage him, he will not play big things.

Of course, lack of money is also an important factor.

That day was just an ordinary day... maybe it was because of drinking.

To be honest, he must have been possessed by ghosts.

now.

Li Qiang was hiding in a trash can in the alley. He heard the footsteps approaching from far away, the curses of several debt collectors, and the sound of spitting on the ground. They were amplified several times in the darkness, as if they were right next to his ears.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and his heart beat like a drum.

Li Qiang secretly swore.

If he avoids me this time, I will definitely change my mind and be a good person in the future!

He would never touch this stupid gambling again.

The sound of footsteps faded away, and Li Qiang's fast heartbeat gradually stabilized.

The smell in the trash can was so strong that those few people would not have thought that they were hiding here.

There was no sound outside.

Li Qiang waited patiently for a while before he breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened the lid of the trash can and stood up from the garbage. An unknown object slipped from his head, dragging a slender tail. It looked like a dead mouse or something.

"Phew...finally left."

Li Qiang looked around, ignoring the stench and dirt on his body, and prepared to run away quickly.

At this moment, a casual mocking sound came from the darkness nearby.

"Tsk, so it's hidden here. It's easy to find it if you call me brother."

Several chaotic footsteps approached instantly.

**

The nights in Dongli Township are extremely cold.

Even though he was covered with two thick quilts, Leng Qingqing was still shivering under the quilt.

There are no electric blankets, no air conditioning, and no hot water bottles.

On a cold night, only a small space inside the quilt is warm, while the rest is cold and dark.

Leng Qingqing opened his eyes and looked at the dark old roof. He was too cold to sleep, so he had to chat with the system to barely divert his attention.

"I was wrong." Leng Qingqing said.

"If I had not promised you, I would not have come to this world. If I had not come to this world, I would not have participated in this show. If I had not participated in this show, I would not have frozen like a dog."

After saying that, Leng Qingqing sniffed gently, feeling a little wet in his philtrum, as if his nose was filled with snot.

She reached out her hand, fumbled around the pillow a few times, took out a tissue, took out one, and wiped it.

System: "If you had not come to this world, you would not have met Huo Yanheng."

Leng Qingqing thought for a while: "But..."

System: "If you had not come to this world, you would not have met Huo Yanheng."

Leng Qingqing: "..."

Fine.

I guess you said something useful.

Children are full of fire, and this statement is indeed true.

A warm little stove was curling up obediently in her arms with its eyes closed.

The warmth in the bed made people feel drowsy. After an unknown amount of time, Leng Qingqing gradually fell asleep.

The next day, Huo Yanheng's biological clock woke him up on time.

His long eyelashes trembled, and he woke up to a warm and fiery aroma.

Huo Yanheng found himself curled up in his mother's arms.

It was still dark outside the window, but the moonlight was as bright as water and spilled through the window onto the edge of the bed, allowing him to almost clearly see the scene inside the house.

Leng Qingqing was still sleeping, breathing evenly and long, and his warm breath hit Huo Yanheng's forehead. Itchy.

He held his breath, raised his eyes, and looked at his mother's sleeping face.

But Leng Qingqing restrained him too tightly. Huo Yanheng pushed with all his strength, but he could only see part of her chin.

Leng Qingqing was finally woken up.

"What's wrong, is it dawn yet?"

His voice was full of sleepiness, and his voice was hoarse as he had just woken up, which was inexplicably sultry.

The public screen in the live broadcast room instantly became lively because of the two people's voices.

At five o'clock in the morning, night owl netizens from all over China gathered in the live broadcast room.

【Ah ah ah ah I woke up! 】

[Good morning, it’s been another day without sleep. 】

[I’m so sleepy. Good morning everyone, I’m going to bed. 】

【? ? ? As expected, we are all night owls at this point. It’s deserted and everyone is awake. Are you still awake? 】

[Good morning, Qingqing’s wife (rubbing eyes) Hey, aren’t everyone asleep? 】

[Hurry up and turn on the lights, I can’t wait to see Hengheng’s wake-up look! 】

Leng Qingqing closed his eyes, touched the phone, pressed the button, and the time showed five o'clock in the morning.

"You woke up so early and don't want to sleep for a while?"

She hugged Hengheng into her arms, rested her chin on his forehead, and asked.

Huo Yanheng's soft voice came from his arms: "I'm not going to sleep anymore, mom, let's get up, we have to go to the market today."

Very calm, not like a child who just woke up.

He didn't even stay in bed, and even asked his mother to get up immediately!

Leng Qingqing yawned and closed her eyes again: "It's still early...are you hungry?"

Huo Yanheng: "Yeah."

She opened her eyes.

Leng Qingqing went to the yard to collect water, walked out of the room, and found that the woman opposite the door had also gotten up. The two looked at each other, and the woman smiled and said.

"You're up so early, why don't you want to take a nap? Your show people haven't come yet, so I was thinking of making dinner and then waking you two up."

Leng Qingqing smiled and looked at the basin in her hand: "Hengheng woke up first and said she was hungry."

Woman: "I just got up and am going to wash my face. Wait a minute and I'll get you some hot water."

After the two of them had washed up, Leng Qingqing washed Huo Yanheng's face.

Huo Yanheng seems to be easy to talk to, but he is very particular about the little things in life, quite like his father.

The night before the filming of this show, Huo Yanheng was preparing his own toiletries, including wet wipes, paper towels, baby cream, etc.

Huo Yanheng refused her mother's suggestion to wash her face, and put her small folding basin on the old and peeling paint table. First, she rolled up her sleeves to avoid getting water on her face when washing her face. Then she leaned over and picked up a handful with both hands. Water, moist cheeks...

A long wash.

Huo Yanheng's movements were calm and methodical. He knew what to do first and what to do next.

The woman clasped her hands and looked on in admiration: "Your child is so well-behaved. You don't have to push him for anything."

Leng Qingqing showed the proud smile of a mature parent and said the words that made countless other parents hate him: "This child has been like this since he was a child. He was born with it."

Woman: "Tsk."

She thought of her daughter's child, who is six and a half years old this year, and has to be wiped by adults when he poops.