The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Xing Xing stood in front of Jiang Mingyuan, hugging his thigh tightly, his face pressed against his leg, the lipstick on his eyebrows was all glued to his pants, and he did not dare to look at his mother's face.

But these are all things before. Now that Dad speaks for himself, the little guy is bolder again. His ears moved, his face turned back, and he turned his head and said hurriedly to his mother: "I'm fine. "After speaking, he buried his head in it again.

When his face was buried in Jiang Mingyuan's legs, he was restless, and kept moving, rubbing the lipstick from his eyebrows on his clothes, and then back to his face, making everything together, just like a little cat.

Cheng Huan twitched the corners of her mouth and couldn't bear to look straight. She got up and walked over, stretched out her hand, and pulled the little guy off Jiang Mingyuan's helpless eyes.

Hearing the footsteps, the star nervously hugged his father tighter, but it was useless. In the face of absolute power, any resistance was futile.

And his dad, who had high hopes, failed to protect him.

"Look at your trousers are dirty, why are you still talking to him." Holding his restless son in his hand, Cheng Huan stared at the stain on his trousers: "Would you like to change one?"

It made it clear that the person was dismissed, and it also expressed a meaning, the kid does not care.

"All right." Jiang Mingyuan knew her plan well, but didn't refuse. Her son was indeed a bit skinny, so he should be taught. He nodded: "I will go down and get clothes."

Cheng Huan smiled and waved at him: "Go."

Hearing his father was leaving, Xingxing immediately became worried. He raised his head and shouted timidly: "Dad?"

"Dad is going to change clothes." Cheng Huan glanced at the stars with a gentle smile. After speaking, he looked at him and motioned to leave quickly.

Jiang Mingyuan smiled with a good temper, didn't dare to look at his son again, and turned to go out.

His luggage was packed by the assistant, just a small suitcase. Jiang Mingyuan took out a pair of trousers and changed them in the car. He waited for a while before he went upstairs in a hurry.

When I went up, Cheng Huan was still giving "education of love" to the stars. I didn't know what she said. Seeing that he came in, the little guy only glanced at him, and then retracted his head again. He didn't dare to run over like before. Begging for protection.

The conversation between the two came to an end, Xing Xing promised to take care of his dirty things, Cheng Huan leaned on the sofa, nodded unnoticeably, and said: "Then go, hurry up, dad and mom need more Catch the plane, you can only stay at home when you are late."

The star looked like he was about to cry, his eyes were full of tears, but he didn't come out strong. He nodded aggrievedly and pouted, "I know my mother."

Cheng Huan asked Xingxing to deal with the floor, blankets and Jiang Mingyuan's pants.

Hearing that he wanted his son to wash his pants, Jiang Mingyuan subconsciously wanted to intercede for him: "I don't need mine..."

Only half of the words were spoken, and the remaining half disappeared in Cheng Huan's eyes.

"OK then……"

Cheng Huan is serious about letting Xingxing deal with his mess. His son is young and has no concept of money. In his eyes, the lipstick is no different from the crayons he used to play. He said that the amount of money he wasted is about the same as playing the piano against a cow.She is also unwilling to always use corporal punishment. If children hit too much, it is not a good thing for his growth.

So it's the way it is now. You should finish the bad things yourself.

Xing Xing usually takes a shoe for his mother to pour a glass of water at home, and occasionally pushes the mop as a car to make him wipe the floor seriously. This is the first time.

He was young and couldn't use a mop, so Cheng Huan wrung a wet towel for him and asked him to wipe the floor on his knees.

The little guy was holding the towel, lying on the ground, head down, and using the towel to wipe off the red marks on the floor.Jiang Mingyuan watched from the side, a little unbearable, but he didn't say anything.

He glanced at Cheng Huan, took a piece of paper towel, and walked two steps forward, picking up the lipstick that was broken in two on the ground. The body of the lipstick was not broken. The top of the lipstick was engraved with the manufacturer’s logo and a few numbers below. Jiang Mingyuan wrote down the series of numbers and threw the things into the trash can along with the tissues.

When I looked up, I just hit Cheng Huan's sight from the trash can.

The stars wiped for ten minutes, and finally barely wiped the floor clean, the entire towel was dyed pink.

Without saying a word, Cheng Huan replaced him with a new one and let him continue to wipe the carpet.Xingxing has been lying down for so long, saying that he is not tired is false, but he is stiff and his mother didn't speak, so he didn't cry tired. He grabbed a clean new towel and continued to wipe the carpet.

Two adults stood aside, their eyes fixed on the little bit on the ground.The carpet is much harder to wipe than the floor. The hair on the stall is stained with color and can't be wiped off with a wet towel. On the contrary, because of the water, the color of this piece will be smudged to other places.

The stars have been rubbing for a long time, and the place has not been cleaned. The aggrieved ones are about to cry again. He is still young, and he has been completely exhausted after working for so long. When he loosened his hands, he lay on the carpet.

"Okay." Cheng Huan walked over, picked up the person, took off the towel in his hand and handed it to Jiang Mingyuan: "There is no need to wipe the carpet. Let's wash our faces and go to make the plane."

The star lay in his mother's arms, wrapped her weak hands around her neck, glanced at her father, and whispered, "There are pants."

Jiang Mingyuan was not willing to let his son wash the clothes again. Hearing this, he said quickly: "Dad's pants don't need to be washed."

Xingxing didn't dare to believe his dad anymore. After just what happened, the little guy can see clearly.

In this home, it's still useful for mother to talk.

Cheng Huan walked to the bathroom holding the star, put him on the stool in front of the vanity table, took out the makeup remover, squeezed a little in his hand, and carefully wiped it on his son's face.

The lipstick encountered makeup remover, and it disappeared with a single swipe, and wiped it all over the place where there was lipstick on the face, focusing on taking care of the eyebrows and wiping them all clean. Cheng Huan asked Xingxing to bow his head and close his eyes and wash his face with his hands.After washing several times, she was sure that nothing remained, so she turned off the faucet and dried Xingxing's face.

After washing his face towel and hanging it on the hanger, Cheng Huan glanced at his son, and finally said: "Dad said you don't need it if you don't need it. You have to wash it yourself next time."

After the incident just now, he should have realized his mistake. Cheng Huan guessed that even if he put the lipstick in front of his eyes, the little guy would not dare to look at it.

Xing Xing exaggeratedly relieved when he heard his mother say to reduce the punishment. He patted his chest and promised Cheng Huan to please: "Mom, I will never do it again."

"Don't be afraid, next time you do something bad, just clean up the mess yourself." Cheng Huan said that it didn't matter, this matter today provided him with inspiration, and he will do the same next time.

After some tossing before, Cheng Huan looked at the time again at 4:40. They booked a ticket at 6:10, and the time left was not enough.Cheng Huan patronized the bear child, and has not changed his hair or clothes until now.

She was anxious, threw the cleaned kid to his father, said in a hurry, and went down to wait for me, then rushed into the room and shut the two people outside.

"Dad." The star that was thrown outside the door looked at his father.

"Let's go son, let's go to the car and wait for mom." The father and son looked at each other, Jiang Mingyuan picked him up, said to the person in the door, and took his son out.

When Cheng Huan changed his clothes and finished his haircut, it was a little past five o'clock.A big wavy hair was tied at random behind his head. He was wearing short black gac and high-waisted skinny jeans. He was wearing a double ten-centimeter stiletto heel under his feet. His red lips were charming and he was amazingly handsome.

The lipstick that Cheng Huan wanted to use before was earthy, and the makeup was relatively light. Because the lipstick was buried in the trash can, she had to change her lipstick.

The new lipstick is reddish, suitable for more intense makeup. In order to match it, Cheng Huan added more eye makeup. The dark brown eye shadow faints large marks at the end of the eye, and the eyeliner is slightly hooked, which is a bit sharp and beautiful.

After only half an hour, she changed her style to look beautiful.

Jiang Mingyuan was a little surprised, but after a glance, he shifted his attention to other places: "Why don't you wear so little?"

Cheng Huan's jacket is not short, only to the top of the belly button, and the sweater inside is also very thin, with little warmth, and it makes people feel cold.

For his own dress, Cheng Huan has ample reasons: "Isn't Red Coral Island tropical? I checked the weather forecast, and the highest temperature there is 30 degrees. If you wear too much, you have to take off when you get off the plane, so troublesome."

"It's better to take it off by then than it's freezing now." Jiang Mingyuan frowned, picked up the down jacket and put it aside, and let her put it on. Cheng Huan didn't want to, so he kept holding the dress.

In the end, it was Cheng Huan who succumbed to his insistence and reluctantly put on the down jacket.The down jacket belongs to Jiang Mingyuan. The size is so large that Cheng Huan can't show it through his hands. The whole body is fattened into a ball, like a penguin.

But Jiang Mingyuan seemed very satisfied with her being like this: "Wear first, and then take it off when you arrive. A piece of clothing can't take up much space."

Cheng Huan leaned on the back of the chair and let out a weak hum. This down jacket has plenty of fur and excellent warmth retention. After wearing it for a while, she felt hot and sweaty. She got up and pulled the zipper again, trying to take things off. Come down.

Jiang Mingyuan was always paying attention to her side, and he came out to stop him for the first time: "What's wrong?"

"I'm hot." Cheng Huan was expressionless.

"Turn down the air conditioner a little bit." Jiang Mingyuan instructed the driver and turned his head to look at her: "The temperature will be low later, don't take off your clothes, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

Cheng Huan: "..."