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After a while, Lu Panpan finally got a reply from the system.

"Huo Yanheng's favorability towards Leng Qingqing: 70."

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Jiang Tianqiong, Andy and Bai Dan took over the cleaning work in front of the temple's central hall.

The three of them unanimously recommended Leng Qingqing and Lu Panpan to receive the pilgrims, on the grounds that they have good images and are suitable to be temple ambassadors.

After saying this reason, they each picked up their brooms and ran away without a trace.

Leng Qingqing and the young girl looked at each other.

"I'm right here." Leng Qingqing resolutely occupied the Temple of Wealth and was unwilling to leave, as if there was a thousand taels of gold at his feet.

At first glance, Lu Panpan didn't look like someone who would rob her, at least not on the surface.

The girl nodded and said 'hmm'. She looked very well-behaved and didn't seem to have any offensive power: "Okay, Sister Qingqing. Then I'm going to Yuelao Temple."

After saying that, she left with light steps.

Lu Panpan walked down the stone steps of the Temple of Wealth and walked towards another temple along the shade of the trees. Her face was white, the corners of her lips that always smiled slightly dropped slightly, and her eyelashes gradually drooped, covering the bottom of her eyes. complex look.

"System, are you sure Huo Yanheng's favorability level for Leng Qingqing is 70?"

The system's voice is ruthless: "The system detection will not go wrong, host, you have to hurry up."

Lu Panpan's pace quickened: "How could I seize the time? In just a few days, Leng Qingqing's favorability score has reached 70%. What on earth did she do?"

Why didn't she want to seize the time.

But hearing that Huo Yanheng had such a high favorable impression of Leng Qingqing made people feel timid.

Lu Panpan's brain quickly started to recall what was wrong with the interaction between Leng Qingqing and Huo Yanheng in the show.

But she couldn't think of it.

I didn't find anything strange at all.

If I have to talk about weirdness, I can only say that Leng Qingqing is really good at pretending to be a good mother.

At least judging from the show, what she did to Huo Yanheng was nothing worthy of criticism.

Could it be that Huo Yanheng was really confused?

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In front of the stone steps of the Temple of Wealth, two figures, one large and one small, were sitting.

The breeze was blowing, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and at this time, there were no pilgrims coming yet.

When I had some free time, I wanted to find something to do to pass the time.

So she took out a handful of melon seeds from her pocket.

However, before she could take the next step, she noticed a pair of eyes beside her, staring straight at her.

Leng Qingqing blinked and slowly turned his head.

Huo Yanheng's dark eyes stared at her and the original melon seeds in her hand. Although his tone was gentle, there was a slight condemnation: "Eating melon seeds in the temple of gods is very disrespectful."

Leng Qingqing put away his words, bowed behind him, and muttered sorry.

Immediately afterwards, Huo Yanheng's head was rubbed by her.

"Hengheng, you must remember what you said in front of the gods, otherwise you will be disrespectful to the gods, do you understand?"

Huo Yanheng started talking to her, but she turned around and said it to him.

His little head was spinning, and he already had the answer in his heart, but he pursed his lips and said, "Which sentence."

As expected, Leng Qingqing opened her eyes wide, squatted on the stone steps, put her hands on his small shoulders, and shook him.

"No, you forgot so quickly?"

"You just promised your mother that you will never be in love when you grow up!"

Seeing him sitting obediently on the stone steps, with an innocent look on his little face, he was so cold and innocent that there was nothing to say.

Leng Qingqing's face looked dejected, and Huo Yanheng blinked, as if he suddenly realized: "Well, I remembered it."

A hint of cunning flashed across his big, dark, bright eyes.

The number of people in the two people's live broadcast room remains high, and they have already jumped to the first place. The current number of online viewers reaches one million+, which is not the peak period yet.

On the public screen, barrages of various colors and accounts kept passing by, layered and mixed, making it dizzying.

"Hengheng: I am heartbroken because of this mother."

"Mom, when will you grow up?"

"The newcomer doesn't quite understand. Who is the mother among these two?"

"Ah! Hengheng is lying, I took the screenshot!!!"

"Hengheng: What is the love brain.jpg"

Half an hour later, a young couple was received in the deserted area.

"We are from a nearby village. We heard that there is a very spiritual Yuelao Temple here, so we wanted to come and pay homage."

The two were about the same age, in their mid-twenties or sixties. They cuddled tightly together. The boy put his arm around the girl's shoulders and never let go from the moment he entered the camera. The girl smiled sweetly.

They are all young people, and of course they know the hottest artists nowadays. The girl cautiously asked if she could take a photo with Leng Qingqing.

"Of course." Leng Qingqing took the girl's phone and handed it to Huo Yanheng naturally.

The girl opened her eyes wide and stretched out her hand to stop: "Eh...this..."

This isn't quite appropriate, is it?

Huo Yanheng held the pink phone that was larger than his palm, stepped back to a suitable position, raised the phone, looked calmly, and posed as if he was about to press the shutter.

The girls quickly pulled their boyfriends over, and they gathered the deserted people in the center, one on the left and the other on the right, and bared their teeth at the camera.

"Uncle, can you move a little to the right?" Huo Yanheng raised his eyes and said slowly.

The spectacled uncle was standing too close to her.

Compared with the position of the girl on the other side, it has exceeded the polite distance.

The bespectacled man was slightly startled, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and smiled: "Okay, okay."

As he spoke, he moved his steps to the side a little.

By zooming in on the mobile phone screen, you can clearly see that the corners of the bespectacled man's originally smiling mouth drooped.

She glanced at him coldly, then looked away with no interest, not remembering the appearance, only a pair of glasses.

Compared to the girls who are generous and cute, the man with glasses looks a bit strange.

Large parallel double eyelids, the whites of the eyes are slightly cloudy, plump, and lines at the corners of the eyes explode when she smiles.

The lips are thick and the corners of the mouth are turned up, and he seems to like to smile.

Huo Yanheng's legs were slightly spread apart, and he was in a striding posture. His face was calm, and he looked directly at the screen of his mobile phone. When he pressed the shutter button, he showed a maturity that was inconsistent with his age.

The girl said wow, so cute!

"Hengheng is so cute! Woohoo!"

The girl was so cute that he was stamping her feet on the spot. She wanted to come forward and kiss him, but she was afraid of scaring him.

Leng Qingqing's pride was palpable, as if he was showing off his treasures, without covering up at all: "Well, my son has good photography skills, isn't he?"

The girl held her little face in her hands and said, "Really, his photography skills are much better than those of my boyfriend!"

Leng Qingqinghun Wandering: "It seems that I still have to train him well since childhood, so as not to be involved by others when he grows up. My requirements are not high. I want to be a good son. I don't ask for any big contribution to the country. Just be a good person." ."

The girl was frustrated: "Hey, my boyfriend doesn't take pictures of me seriously at all. I've told him many times and he never changes. Sister Qingqing, is there anything you can do?"

"Don't change?" Leng Qingqing seemed to have been triggered by the keyword. He came to his senses and said subconsciously: "If you don't want to change, change it. Adults only screen and don't change. The next one will be better."

The man with glasses took two steps this way, his face a little embarrassed: "Mianmian..."

He called her a girl's name.

The girl ignored him, and the atmosphere between the two was somewhat strange. Mianmian thought to herself:

"But we have been together for five years. How many five years are there in a person's life? Is it necessary for such a small thing?"

Her voice gradually became lower, like murmuring, or whispering to the deserted person beside her.

Leng Qingqing smelled a hint of self-deception in the air.

It seems that the girl thought about some past things, and the dark thorn in her heart pierced the surface and grew back.

Leng Qingqing didn't pay any attention to the ugly expression of the man with glasses, but when he saw the girl's confused expression, he didn't say much, leaving only one meaningful sentence: "It's okay to lie to others, but don't lie to yourself."

The girl smiled, her smile a little far-fetched, and she said in a joking tone: "Hey, Sister Qingqing, tell me, how can an adult not be as sensible as a child?"

Mianmian looked at Huo Yanheng beside her knees, her crystal pupils shining with deep and shallow light, and a faint sadness filled her eyes.

It seemed that there was something else in her words.

When Leng Qingqing came over, her painting style changed. She smiled and responded: "My son is not an ordinary child. Netizens have said that he is a full-level human cub, a fairy child!"

"Hengheng is five years old this year and there are already many competitors. Of course, I am talking about his in-laws."

As she spoke, she raised a smile on her brows and waved her hand to the camera, as enthusiastically as if her in-laws were right in front of her.

The woman smiled brightly, her posture was calm and generous, without any twitching, and she was decisive and neat.

As the girl watched, she couldn't help but feel a little envious in her heart.

Huo Yanheng stepped forward with short legs, raised his head and handed the phone back to the girl.

When he heard Leng Qingqing boasting about his words, he stopped and almost tripped to the ground.