The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Cheng Huan sighed.

In my memory, the relationship between the mother and child was not good. The original owner deliberately ignored the child. The child was young and had the instinct of a small animal, and he would not go to the original owner to be sticky.

It's just a mother and son who depend on each other for life, even if he is beaten and scolded, the child is still attached to his mother.

Cheng Huan took the child to his room according to the fragments in his memory.

It is said that the room is almost the same as the attic. It is five or six flat in total. There is only a small window that cannot be opened. There is a small bed about one meter in the room. Some clothes are piled on the bed, which does not look clean.

There was a smell of things going bad and fermented in the room. Cheng Huan went in because the airtight seemed extremely sultry. Before finding the root of the smell, his body began to protest against this environment.

The fragments in the memory were a bit unreal. Cheng Huan originally thought that the room was a bit small, but when he came in, he knew how bad the environment was.

How could she bear the heart to put her children in such a place?

Cheng Huan spurned the original owner again in his heart and turned around and walked out of the room.

The house is small, and there is only the master bedroom. Cheng Huan put the child on the original master's bed, only to remember that the child has not eaten and bathed yet.

As a four-year-old kid, the little guy obviously doesn't have the skills to cook and bathe. The original owner thinks he is annoying, and only washes him when he can't stand it.

Cheng Huan didn't know when the original owner gave his son a bath last time, just looking at the clothes on the little guy, it shouldn't be short.

No wonder she just kept smelling a strange smell.

As a southern girl, Cheng Huan couldn't bear to sleep without taking a shower. She bent down and pushed the little guy's arm.

"Wake up."

The child was already asleep and woke up after being pushed twice by Cheng Huan. He rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes. When he saw Cheng Huan, he shrank back, pinched his small fist, and watched her stubbornly without speaking.

Cheng Huan sighed again in his heart.

She leaned over and said as softly as possible: "You are dirty, I will take you to take a bath."

The child still did not relax.

I hadn't noticed it before, but I could ignore it. Now that I noticed it, Cheng Huan became more unable to bear the smell. She stretched out her hand, took the person out of the bed with the child's scared eyes, and walked to the bathroom opposite the door.

The little guy was probably afraid of being beaten. Seeing that Cheng Huan just hugged him and didn’t do anything else, he gradually relaxed. He put his head close to Cheng Huan’s shoulders and slowly raised his arms. Before he could wrap his shoulders, he had reached his destination. .

As frightened, he put his hands down and put his back behind him, carefully taking a look at Cheng Huan's face, for fear that she would be unhappy.

Cheng Huan felt a little sad, obviously it should be the most unscrupulous age...

Thinking of this in her heart, the expression on her face was more soothing, Cheng Huan smiled, and stretched out her hand to shave the little guy's nose: "Open your hand and undress you."

Jiang Xingchen felt that the mother in front of him was a bit different. She didn't smile when she took a shower, she didn't talk to herself, and she didn't want to look at him.

But he likes his mother who is smiling. She looks so good when she smiles.

Cheng Huan has no experience with children. It is the first time to bathe a child. It is inevitable that he will be in a hurry when he moves. Fortunately, the child is very good, does not cry or makes trouble, and does whatever he wants.

Jiang Xingchen stood barefoot on the ground, Cheng Huan squatted beside him, holding a shower in one hand and rubbing him with a bath towel in the other.

The weather is hot and the children have a lot of activity. They sweat a lot every day. After a few days, the dust and dirt on their bodies have accumulated a thick layer.

The little guy was only four years old and his skin was very tender. Even if Cheng Huan controlled his strength, his body was red after rubbing, just like cooked shrimp.

Jiang Xingchen looked down curiously, because Cheng Huan had a good attitude, and he was a little bolder. He reached out and touched the red patch on his stomach.

"mom."

Cheng Huan was stunned before realizing that he was calling himself: "Well, what's wrong?"

The little guy pointed to his stomach: "I'm red."

"Yes, you are red." Cheng Huan took his arm and said casually: "Almost familiar."

"What is it that is familiar?"

The little guy is only four years old, because he has been neglected and doesn't know much, Cheng Huan wiped this arm and put it down and explained to him: "You can eat something cooked, but you can't eat it raw."

She touched the little guy's belly: "Otherwise the belly will be uncomfortable."

"Then I'm cooked, can I also eat it?" Jiang Xingchen was curious: "Mom, am I delicious?"

The front of the little guy was washed clean, his face was pink and tender, his eyes were big, obsidian-like pupils occupies most of the area, the eyelashes were long and dense, his nose was small, and his mouth was small, like a pendulum. Dolls in the shop window.

Cheng Huan aroused a scream of the old aunt in his heart, leaned in and took a bite on his face, then commented: "It's delicious."

The little guy was very happy. As soon as Cheng Huan retreated, he was kissed by Jiang Xingchen.The child's soft lips were printed on her face, making her heart soft.

"Mom, you are also delicious."

"Yes, we are all delicious." Cheng Huan patted him: "Change the side and wipe your back."

The little guy's chest and back were dirty regardless of the degree of dirtiness. Cheng Huan wiped it almost inch by inch. After wiping, he touched it with his hands and felt that there was no problem before changing places.

Cheng Huan had been squatting, and her legs were a little sore after a long time. She stood up and rested. When she squatted down again, she caught a dark spot on the little guy's waist.

She thought it was a dirty thing, but when she got closer, she realized it was a birthmark.The birthmark was in the shape of a butterfly, very regular, as if it were printed.

Cheng Huan felt that this birthmark had been seen somewhere, but couldn't figure it out after thinking about it carefully. He felt that it might have been affected by the memory of the original owner, so he didn't care about it.

Wash the little guy clean, Cheng Huan wipes his body clean, wrapped a bath towel and carried out of the bathroom.

The child didn't have any clean clothes, and Cheng Huan didn't want to put those dirty clothes on him again, so he simply left him naked.

She put the person on the bed, wiped his hair half-dry with a bath towel, touched his small face and said, "The stars are not running around on the bed. Mom will make dinner for you."

The little guy's eyes were bright: "Is the star me?"

The original owner didn't give the little guy a nickname, and he didn't call his name very much when he got along with each other.

It was naturally impossible for Cheng Huan to learn from the original master, and felt that calling his full name was too unfamiliar, so he simply replied it as a nickname.

"Yes, the stars are you." Cheng Huan replied.

Seeing the excited little guy in front of her, she thought of her little niece. She was obviously the same age, and the little niece was doing a fortune at home, but this little guy was so happy for a name that was closer.

Jiang Xingchen's happy face blushed, and he said the name stupidly.

He leaned over to Cheng Huan, hesitated and leaned over, seeing that he hadn't been pushed away, he boldly reached out and hugged her waist.

"Mom." He said, "I am the star."

"Well, you are the star." Cheng Huan touched his hair and patted his little hand: "Okay, I have to cook. The star is hungry."

His response was a roar coming out of the little guy's stomach.

Cheng Huan laughed.

The little guy felt a little embarrassed. He let go of the hand holding his mother, fell on the bed blushing, and covered himself with a bath towel, determined to be a tortoise.

"Don't cover your head, you can't breathe." Cheng Huan pulled the towel down a bit and walked out the door in the sight of the little guy.

The original owner is not a person who can live, she doesn't like cooking, and there is not much food at home.

Cheng Huan looked around in the refrigerator, only to find a handful of dried noodles, as well as a few eggs, vegetables and meat.

The variety of ingredients was too single, and Cheng Huan couldn't make any flowers. She fried two poached eggs and boiled a pot of water to prepare them.

Waiting for the water to boil, Cheng Huan rearranged the memory of the original owner.

The memory fragments I saw before are all from the past, this time Cheng Huan found her current living conditions in it.

The original owner stayed with Mr. Jiang for one night, and both sides took nearly five to six hundred thousand yuan. In the past few years, she was going to have children and had no job. The money was spent almost. Only the last three to four thousand yuan was stored in the card. The password of the card is the date of the night she and Mr. Jiang.

It seems that I still don't give up.

Cheng Huan didn't have that memory, and he didn't know how beautiful Mr. Jiang was that made the original owner so obsessed.

The water boiled, Cheng Huan put his face down, thinking about the mess while moving.

The original owner looks good and his son is not bad, but the mother and son don't look alike, so the star should follow his father who doesn't know his name.

I just don't know how much it looks like, will that cheap dad also have a birthmark on him?

As Cheng Huan thought about it, the movement on his hand suddenly stopped.

Cheng Huan, Jiang Xingchen, the butterfly-shaped birthmark...

Why is this so similar to the content of the novels she has read before?!