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

Imperial Capital, the highest floor of Huo's office building, in the president's conference room.

The room was large and empty, with the curtains tightly drawn and tightly closed, not letting in a single ounce of daylight.

In the middle of the conference table, there is a man's hand with slender phalanges on the table. The back of the hand has a cold white complexion, and the broad palm is facing down, holding a dark and compact remote control.

In the conference room, the shareholders had left two minutes ago.

The secretary was also sent out.

Huo Jingsen watched that variety show every day as usual, and it was inconvenient for outsiders to be present at the moment.

There were only a few dark spotlights on in the conference room, and the cold and dim light shone coldly from above. The man in a suit and leather shoes was sitting at the table with a cold aura.

Huo Jingsen is used to thinking in the dark.

In his impression, Leng Qingqing was a superficial and hypocritical beautiful woman.

Good to grasp and easy to control.

But getting her to sign the divorce agreement might take some twists and turns. If necessary, he would not be stingy about using any means.

Turning on the screen again, the deep and dark light shone into his dark eyes, which looked very much like Huo Yanheng's eyes.

The conference room screen gradually lit up behind him.

The blazing white light outlined a circle of white edges around his tall figure, and the light from the overhead spotlight hit half of his shoulders. The man's shoulders were broad, his suit material was crisp and straight, and his aura was so cold that it was inhumane. mean.

Huo Jingsen turned around, raised his eyes slightly, and landed on the screen.

It was a scene in a certain temple. A woman was kneeling on a futon, her hands clasped together, her long eyelashes drooped, her eyes closed and silent.

The light reflected half of her snow-white cheeks, and the shadows of the tree branches and leaves overlapped for a moment. The light and shadow changed silently on the side of her face, but she never moved.

This was a deserted scene that Huo Jingsen had never seen before. She had never been so quiet in his impression, like a gorgeous and noble white jade sculpture.

At this time, someone spoke. It was an old man with a white beard, bright eyes, and simple dress.

"...Ahem, in fact, everyone has a family and children, so there is no need to ask Yue Lao for help."

It's the village chief. Huo Jingsen thought silently.

The woman on the screen had her eyes closed, her expression unchanged, her red lips slightly opening and closing: "Thank you, I'm single."

Although the tone was soft, it was clearly heard by everyone present.

There is also a sense of disdain.

Of course not to the village chief, but to the word 'family'.

Huo Jingsen looked calm and leaned back on the leather chair, with his elbows on both sides resting on the armrests.

The old man also seemed surprised: "Huh? Ah, it turns out that's the case. It's okay to worship, so worship well!"

Leng Qingqing still had her eyes closed, her lips moved slightly, and her brows furrowed slightly. She seemed to be annoyed because her prayers were interrupted by such a trivial matter: "In short, this is not important. I will tell you later."

The screen is paused.

Huo Jingsen threw the remote control on the conference table, making a crisp sound.

He stood up, his eyes dark and emotionless.

Turning around, his eyes were fixed on the face of the woman on the big screen. It was the face he remembered, but something seemed to have changed.

unimportant?

Does she mean that he is not important, or that this marriage is not important.

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The sky is endless blue, the breeze is gentle, and there are no clouds in the sky.

In the Temple of Wealth, the director announced today's mission to the guests. This was also Lu Panpan's first mission since his arrival.

She held the corners of her clothes with both hands, and looked at the director unblinkingly with her clear and agile eyes like a deer, as if she was a little nervous.

However, Lu Panpan didn't listen to the director at all.

"System," she whispered to the system in her mind: "Check Huo Yanheng's favorability towards me."

After being here for half a day, there was no progress at all with Huo Yanheng.

This was indeed a difficult villain. She was so vigilant at a young age, as if her body was covered with spikes, which made her unable to attack for a while, and she felt anxious and unprepared.

The electronic sound sounded: "Huo Yanheng's current favorability towards the host: 0."

Lu Panpan opened her eyes wide and shouted, "What?!"

She said so many things to him, how could her favorability score be 0! ?

Was it a mistake? ? ?

Because she was too shocked, Lu Panpan didn't notice that she was shouting in reality.

Seeing everyone turning back to look at him, he subconsciously covered his mouth, regretting his mistake.

The director raised his head and looked over: "Panpan, do you have any questions?"

Lu Panpan waved her hands quickly: "I'm sorry, director, I was distracted just now. Please continue talking and I will listen carefully."

The director looked away, nodded, and continued.

"I invite all the distinguished guests to come here today. I mainly ask you to volunteer for a day."

When he said the word 'please', a cunning smile like an old fox suddenly appeared on the director's face.

Leng Qingqing interrupted him: "Director, we are all our own people. If you don't invite me, just say it and lie."

"..." The director wiped his sweat and said, "You also said that we are our own people. How can our own people lie to our own people?"

Leng Qingqing faced the camera and introduced: "The director has a tough mouth."

In the live broadcast room, netizens were laughing and joking.

"Director, just admit your defeat. Why do you think you keep provoking her?"

"Help, I really like watching Teacher Leng quarrel with others."

"Teacher Leng, there is no store to smash the books, you understand?"

"Where can I buy Teacher Leng's works? [Humble]"

"Unknowingly, I have been following the live broadcast for five days. The first episode is about to be finished. I can't bear to leave 5555."

"Go to Weibo to search for Leng Qingqing's funny collection, and you will come back to thank me..."

-

The two temples are considered clean, but there are no dedicated personnel to clean them. They are cleaned by nearby villagers or pilgrims on their own initiative.

"The main tasks of the guests today include cleaning the temple, courtyard and the road in front of the temple, receiving pilgrims who come to offer incense, and taking pilgrims to visit our two temples, etc."

The director was scolded by Leng Qingqing. He scratched his head and scratched his head but couldn't find the words to reply, so he had to announce today's mission with a frown on his face.

Finally, after leaving the camera, he glared weakly at his subordinates who were watching the show.

"You guys are just here watching, but you're not helping me."

The director felt aggrieved, but he didn't say anything.

The men refused to obey, and all started talking nonsense.

"Director, we also want to help you, but you can't talk to her, so don't talk to us!"

"That's right, we little cannon fodder are gone and we will only get scolded."

"Teacher Leng is indeed Teacher Leng."

"Teacher Leng is so beautiful, she is really hot in Thai pants!"

The guests had already started distributing tasks, but Lu Panpan was still immersed in the blow.

It turned out that the communication for most of the day was ineffective. In Huo Yanheng's eyes, she was just an insignificant stranger.

Frustration came flooding back.

Lu Panpan bit her lip.

"Then, can you check Huo Yanheng's favorability towards Leng Qingqing?"