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

Huo Yanheng stood a few steps away, holding a rice cake in his palm and handing it to the young man.

Although he is a small boy, he is not tall, but his back is straight and his demeanor is extraordinary.

Behind him, someone looked at his back indifferently, remembering the conversation between the two last night for no reason.

"Why help me?"

When she finished speaking, Huo Yanheng didn't answer for a long time, looking down at his toes.

Naturally, Leng Qingqing didn't get the answer she wanted, otherwise she wouldn't have thought of it more than once.

What she didn't know was that Huo Yanheng didn't answer not because of other reasons, but because he didn't know the answer himself.

Huo Yanheng vaguely knew that he might not be as 'innocent' as he appeared.

In fact, he could lie to her. He had the ability to lie, and he was so familiar with it that he seemed to know it by himself.

But looking at those clear and bright pupils, he couldn't speak.

……

The boy huddled in the corner had dirty cheeks and his original skin color could no longer be seen clearly, but only a pair of dark pupils were surprisingly bright.

He raised his eyes and glanced over with a dark look, as if there was a ring of evil aura around him.

The hot aroma of the rice cake rushed into Xie Xian's nose. He hadn't eaten for a long time. He stared at the rice cake wrapped in bright oil paper without blinking, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously.

He is hungry.

The person who came was a little boy of four or five years old, with a cute appearance, a cinnabar mole the size of a red bean on his forehead, and a pair of incredibly beautiful pupils, which reminded people of some kind of gorgeous and cold gemstone.

At first glance, it doesn’t look like it’s from a nearby village.

He must be from the city.

The people in the city... could they be from the imperial capital?

The little boy handed over the rice cake with both hands, but lowered his eyes and did not look at Xie Xie, seeming a little reserved and scared.

The next second, from his slightly raised eyes, Xie Zong found a hint of lingering indifference... and hidden disgust.

The boy then saw a young woman standing a few meters away.

Her attire looked like she came from a big city. Her dark sunglasses were placed on the bridge of her nose. When she lowered her head, the shadow of the brim of her hat fell down, revealing only a cold white delicate chin and bright red lips.

Dress casually, but look like a TV star.

In the nearby villages, no women know how to wear sunglasses, and no one owns them.

She is very rich, and there is a small famous brand logo engraved on the edge of the brown bracket on the side of the sunglasses on her face.

But she didn't look at him. Instead, she folded her arms, raised her chin slightly, and kept looking at the little boy.

The two look somewhat similar in appearance and temperament, so they may be mother and son.

Leng Qingqing frowned slightly when she saw that the young man was still not reaching out to pick it up. She took a few steps forward and stood next to Huo Yanheng.

This also allowed him to see the young man's appearance clearly.

A pair of slender, dark eyes stared at her coldly, with a hint of vigilance flashing in them, like a dangerous little beast covered in spines.

"This is rice cake, it's delicious."

Leng Qingqing took the food from Huo Yanheng's hand, walked forward, knelt down and handed it to him personally: "Are you hungry? Eat if you are hungry, if there is not enough."

As she moved, the cameras and tracking personnel behind her also came forward.

The young man stepped back, leaning against the cold and dirty wall with his thin back. He was very wary of the sudden cameras and strangers dressed as city dwellers.

City people, cameras...

My mother has always said that the more glamorously dressed a person is, the more hypocritical and cunning they are, and now it seems that is indeed the case.

Hypocrites from the city.

Xie Xie defined it for everyone, raised the corners of his lips, and sneered deeply.

The most important thing for city people is face. If it weren't for face, his biological father, whom he had never met before, would not have ignored him and his mother for eighteen years, as if they had never appeared in this world.

Even before her death, her mother was calling his name in a daze.

"What is this?" Xie Zong heard his hoarse and low voice, as rough as sandpaper.

He asked with his dark eyes staring straight at the camera.

The cameraman didn't know that the young man was knowingly asking questions, so he explained enthusiastically: "This is a camera. This is the live broadcast of Orange Channel's annual live variety show "Family of Three", here - "

He leaned half out from behind the camera equipment and pointed at the dark lens, which was obviously empty.

But he actually said:

"As long as you look here and speak, netizens across the country can see and hear you!"

Xie Xuan narrowed his narrow eyes.

I guessed wrong, it was actually a live broadcast.

"You mean, there are many people watching us now?" The young man was very smart and understood the meaning of the camera without any explanation.

The cameraman nodded repeatedly: "That's right!"

He also wanted to explain Leng Qingqing's identity, because he actually didn't know Leng Qingqing.

He was dressed in rags, and he seemed to be homeless, so he was hiding in the corner.

Since this is the case, it is normal not to know celebrities. If you can't even have enough food and clothing, how can you think about entertainment.

Leng Qingqing passed the rice cake forward, and the upturned corner of the oil paper almost touched the young man's slender, dirty fingertips.

Just feed it to your mouth.

Leng Qingqing raised it so hard that his arms were a little tired, but the young man still had no intention of taking it.

Putting it underground would probably hurt the young man's self-esteem. Who wants to be treated as a beggar?

"Don't you want to eat?" Leng Qingqing held the rice cake and waved it in front of the young man's eyes. Before he could say the next sentence, "If you don't want to eat it, I'll tell my son to eat it," he caught a glimpse of malice and sarcasm flashing through the dark eyes of the young man.

"You are so beautiful." The young man's lips were chapped and pale. He licked the bloody cut on his lips. His voice was low and hoarse, like a traveler who has been walking in the desert for many days without a drop of water. "Can you kiss me? If you kiss me, I’ll eat what you give me.”