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

The little boy talked for more than an hour, and Huo Yanheng listened for more than an hour.

Within this hour, all the bread and food on the table were eaten. The little boy said his last words and subconsciously stretched out his little hand to reach for the water on the table. When he picked it up, he found that it was empty.

Looking at the child's dry lips, Huo Yanheng was silent for a few seconds, stood up and walked away.

After a few steps, he turned back and asked calmly: "What are you drinking?"

"I..." A tangled look appeared on the little boy's delicate face, but the tangle only lasted for two seconds.

"I'll just drink water, thank you uncle."

Huo Yanheng lowered his eyes and watched every move of the child in front of him, "There are drinks in the refrigerator."

The little boy pursed his lips and shook his head at him, his expression very firm.

"My mother won't let me drink more. Drinks are not healthy."

"..."

This was when he was a child?

Simply unbelievable.

When did he listen to Leng Qingqing's words so much?

When did Leng Qingqing tell him not to drink drinks?

Huo Yanheng opened the refrigerator door expressionlessly and took out a bottle of mineral water. When the water was handed to the little boy's hand, it was already unscrewed.

The little boy said thank you, uncle. The moment he raised his little face, Huo Yanheng was finally willing to take a closer look at the face in front of him.

Huo Yanheng didn't know if the 'me' who was calling him uncle at this moment recognized his identity.

The fingertips subconsciously touched the forehead, and his eyes dropped to the same position on the child's forehead. The cinnabar mole was bright and eye-catching.

If he hadn't removed the mole, he might have been recognized.

"Uncle," Huo Yanheng heard the soft and childish voice, subconsciously lowered his head and looked into a pair of black and white eyes. The little boy asked him: "Do you believe me now?"

If you believe him, can you send him home?

Huo Yanheng was in a trance for a moment.

The scene before me was simply unbelievable.

But through the narration of the child just now, people have to believe that everything "Hengheng" said is true.

There were only two points that made Huo Yanheng realize that the original world where 'Hengheng' was located was indeed not the world of his childhood.

The first is Hengheng’s description of Leng Qingqing.

The second is his description of Ye Fei.

In Hengheng's world, the Leng Qingqing he depicts is a mother who is smart, intelligent, and loves her children very much.

Leng Qingqing loves this little boy. But she doesn't love him.

Just because he hasn't experienced something before doesn't mean that Huo Yanheng can't notice it.

What makes people even more silent is that in addition to being deserted, the little boy's depiction of Ye Fei is also very...

"Ye Fei's home is in the Yuncheng Orphanage. Later he participated in the show with us. We all liked him very much, so my mother adopted Ye Fei as my younger brother, and we became a family."

"Ye Fei is very smart. My parents like him very much, and so do I."

Correct.

Ye Fei is indeed smart.

All the information is correct.

Huo Yanheng once investigated Ye Fei and found that he did come from a place called Yuncheng Orphanage.

He took a deep breath and tightened his temples. The current situation was unbelievable.

However, the characters of these two people from Hengheng's mouth were completely different from what he knew.

"Uncle, where are we going?" Hengheng stood at the entrance. He saw the man put on a black coat and opened the door a little. The cold wind mixed with the smell of snowflakes swept in. Hengheng shivered subconsciously.

"Go meet someone," the man said.

"Oh." Hengheng subconsciously stretched out his hand and pointed it into the air. This is an action Hengheng often does when he wants his mother to hold her hand. Whenever he reaches out his hand, without saying a word, Leng Qingqing will hold his little hand and walk into the world outside the door.

However, facing the little boy's movements, Huo Yanheng's dark eyes stared at the little hand for several seconds.

Then, he finally slowly stretched out his big hand from his pocket and took the soft little hand raised in the air.

His face was calm, but there was a roar in his heart.

**

"You have an illegitimate child?"

"I have nothing to discuss with you except business."

Ye Fei's first two sentences showed his attitude.

"No." Huo Yanheng, who was sitting opposite, had a vein popping out of his forehead. His face was gloomy, as if he was about to get angry in the next second, but he held it back.

"No?" Ye Fei snorted, his hand holding the tea shaking. Laughing.

Ye Fei, who had never glanced at the little boy since he walked in, now glanced at the little boy's face with his ice-like eyes.

He looked at it carefully and looked away without interest.

"He is indeed an illegitimate child and did not run away."

Exactly the same. One is a reduced version and the other is an enlarged version.

Still trying to lie to him.

"I'm very busy, so I won't accompany Mr. Huo." Ye Fei stood up, gathered his coat, and turned to leave.

"do you know who he is."

Ye Fei's hand was on the cold doorknob. As long as he exerted a little force, the door would be opened.

But at this moment, strangely, he stopped because of Huo Yanheng's words.

After a few seconds, Ye Fei stretched out his hand and turned it around, half-smiling.

——He wanted to see what Huo Yanheng was up to.

"Who is he?"

Ye Fei sat on the chair again, taking some time to wait for the answer from the other side.

Huo Yanheng was silent. He hadn't figured out how to answer this question yet.

He believed in Hengheng's origins because he was himself, and no matter how painful the past was, no one could fail to recognize him.

How Ye Fei would believe this, Huo Yanheng didn't think about it before going out.

Huo Yanheng didn't know how to reply to the question, but someone answered it for him.

The little boy's dark and quiet eyes looked at Ye Fei opposite him, his eyes brightening slightly.

He pursed his lips and dropped a bombshell under the mocking gaze of the adult version of Ye Fei.

"Ye Fei," a childish voice sounded in the box: "I am your brother."