The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

No matter how powerful the poor little Douding is, sometimes he can't help himself.

Like now.

Cheng Huan heard him say this and thought it was Jiang Mingyuan who taught him to say it. He couldn't help feeling a little nervous, but when she looked over, she found that the other party was also surprised, so she calmed down again.

She raised her mouth slightly to Jiang Mingyuan, stretched out her hand to push her son onto the bed, and covered it with a quilt: "What are you doing when you get up? What should I do if I catch a cold?"

Xingxing struggled angrily: "Mom, I'm talking to you about business!"

Cheng Huan pressed one hand on the quilt to prevent her son from getting up: "Your business now is to sleep, or else you won't grow taller in the future, and I will talk about the other tomorrow."

Little poor, who had limited freedom, was suppressed by one sentence.

He reluctantly uttered an oh, pouting, and looking at his inexhaustible father with infinite grievance, quite a bit angrily.

It was a child, no matter how unhappy it was, the star still fell asleep after closing his eyes.Listening to his long breathing, Cheng Huan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, letting go of his tight back.

She walked out the door lightly, and Jiang Mingyuan came out with him.

The door closed, and the man whispered goodbye: "I'm going back first."

Because of these things at night, when the two were alone, the atmosphere was always a little strange, but people couldn't wave their hands directly when they were about to leave. Cheng Huan thought for a second or two before he decided to send him off.

Said it was to give someone away, but in fact it was just watching him into the elevator. The elevator stopped on the first floor, and probably someone was using it. After pressing it, there was no sign of coming up.

The two were silent, and after a while, the number of floors displayed by the elevator finally changed.

Cheng Huan thought about it for a long time, and finally made up her mind about this meeting. She licked her lips, stared at the beating number, and whispered: "That... what the stars say at night, don't take it to your heart. sensible."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Mingyuan turned his head and looked at her side face, his eyes darkened. He asked, "Do you mean let us live together?"

Obviously they are talking about the same thing, but individual differences cause the audience to feel different.

Cheng Huan was embarrassed and faintly nervous when Xing Xing said about it, but Jiang Mingyuan was more nervous when she talked about this topic, and she added some unexplainable secret joys.

She tried her best to control not to think about the meaning of the words, and then nodded and gave a short "um".

When the elevator reached the floor, the door opened in front of him, but Jiang Mingyuan had no intention of going in. His jaw tightened, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then said, "In fact, this is also my wish."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Her gaze changed from a little dazed to surprise. Some suspected that she had auditory hallucinations. Cheng Huan slowly turned her head, facing the person's not strong but determined attitude, she looked away a little embarrassedly: "Don't be kidding. ."

"No kidding." Jiang Mingyuan retracted his gaze, clenched his fists where no one was paying attention, and said at a slower pace than usual: "Although it may be a bit abrupt to say that, I do want you to be a part of my family. Gangster."

"Of course, if you think there is a problem, you can also refuse. I will respect your opinion."

In just two sentences, Cheng Huan experienced great ups and downs in her mood, the level of excitement was comparable to a roller coaster, her tongue slipped across her upper jaw, and the feedback of nerve endings made her regain her language ability. Cheng Huan paused. Choose the second question and reply: "What if I refuse?"

Is it just getting old and staying out of each other?

"That should be something I am not very satisfied with." Jiang Mingyuan said as it should be: "You can bring it up, and I will try to correct it."

Cheng Huan: "..."

She doesn't know how to speak. It is impossible to say that she has no intentions with Jiang Mingyuan, but to really develop an unusual relationship with people, it is also a big challenge for a single dog for many years.

She was afraid that this lifestyle was very different from the previous plan, and she was irresistibly attracted to another person. The balance of the two opinions in her heart could not overwhelm the other, so her face looked a little tangled.

Jiang Mingyuan regarded her silence as a silent rejection. He looked a little disappointed, and his face showed uncontrollable expression, but only for a moment, he returned to normal and said he knew.

"I was abrupt, so I shouldn't be so anxious." He faced Cheng Huan and said calmly.

Cheng Huan heard something wrong in his words and felt a little guilty in her heart. She opened her mouth. Before she explained her words, she heard Jiang Mingyuan say again: "I should pursue you first, right?"

"Huh?" Cheng Huan was stunned, his mouth opened slightly, looking a little silly.

"I got it." Jiang Mingyuan thoughtfully nodded to himself, not knowing what he was talking about. After speaking, he tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth rose, and he paused after reaching half of his hand, and then walked firmly. Halfway, he pressed on Cheng Huanfa's top and said to her, "I'm going back, see you tomorrow."

After speaking, the elevator door opened again before his eyes, and the man strode in and turned to look at her until the figure disappeared behind the elevator.

Cheng Huan sent her away, but she didn't expect to be dropped a bomb. She couldn't calm down anymore this time, as if she had been given a hold technique. Even if the other person disappeared, she still froze in place.

It was cold, and the wind at the entrance of the corridor was not small, and it kept blowing on her body. When Cheng Huan regained her ability to think, she found that her body was already cold and had no feeling.

She shivered, stomped two steps on the ground, and opened the door with her stiff fingers holding the key.The house is very quiet, almost no sound can be heard. This kind of silence is suitable for thinking, so it is hard to wake up a little head, and it is blocked by various spreading and growing thoughts.

On this day, Cheng Huan fell asleep extremely late. It was almost midnight when she went to bed. She turned off the light and stuffed herself into the bed. She closed her eyes and there was a mess in her mind, so she could only open her eyes and stare into the dark void. I don't know which point.

She didn't know when she slept, and when she was dazed, she felt what was going on in the room. She was too sleepy and couldn't open her eyelids. She just wondered if it was dawn, and fell asleep again. .

When Cheng Huan really woke up, it was already bright, and the sun shone into the room along the gaps in the curtains, and it made people feel warm when they looked at it.

Sitting up from the bed, Cheng Huan looked around. Without seeing the stars, she knew it was late. She rubbed her face and picked up the phone on the side.

The upper left of the shield shows eleven o'clock.

"Why is it so late?" Cheng Huan was a little surprised, and thought that this little star should have been hungry long ago, so he didn't care about those thoughts anymore and changed his clothes as quickly as possible.

When the door opened, Cheng Huan heard the sound of the TV outside. She pulled her slippers, washed in the bathroom, combed her hair casually, walked to the living room, found the stars on the sofa, and discussed the lunch menu with him.

"Mum wakes up late and hasn't bought any vegetables yet. Shall we have pineapple rice for lunch?"

"Okay." Xingxing always cheered for the things his mother did. He nodded his head when he heard the words, and pointed to the side and said, "Mom, this is a gift from an uncle."

"What?" He was sitting behind the coffee table, which was slightly higher, just blocking the sofa tightly. From Cheng Huan's angle, nothing could be seen.

She walked over in confusion, thinking it was a courier package, but when she walked in, she found a bunch of orange-red roses.

"Who gave this?" Cheng Huan picked up the bunch of flowers and found nothing similar to a card inside.

"An uncle."

"What does that uncle look like?"

Xingxing's eyes were empty, and he recalled, but because of the time of contact, he couldn't remember the person's appearance. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head: "I don't know."

Cheng Huan: "..."

She actually guessed a bit that the relationship between the original owner was complicated, but Cheng Huan was basically broken after passing through. Very few people knew her new address. Among these people, excluding the married and the children, there was only one Jiang Mingyuan left.

But how can he send flowers?

Cheng Huan felt that this was not something Jiang Mingyuan would do at all. Based on the other party's tens of thousands of years in a suit, how could he not use this method?

She kept looking for reasons to deny, but this thought couldn't be suppressed. She tightened her lips, put the flower on her hand on the coffee table, glanced at the stars, and hurried back to the bedroom.

She took out her mobile phone, opened the nearest contact, dialed, and the phone was connected. Cheng Huan cleared her throat and asked dryly, "Did you...have anyone sent flowers?"

"Yes, did you receive it?" Jiang Mingyuan admitted, turning a pen for signing with the finger of his right hand. His face was flat, but his voice was a little soft: "I don't know which one you like, so I decided without authorization. I don't like it, I will let them change."

The assistant told him to send flowers.

Returning from Cheng Huan's house yesterday, Jiang Mingyuan started looking for ways to chase people overnight. However, the online strategies were not reliable, so he went to consult Qi Shan again.

As the chief assistant, Qi Shan has completely adapted to the boss's recent anomaly. Even when he heard the boss ask how to chase the girl, he was silent for a moment and gave his advice.

He said a lot, nothing more than enthusiasm and attentiveness and occasional surprises. Jiang Mingyuan wrote down what he said, and prepared to try them one by one.

The first thing to do is to send flowers.

Qi Shan said that flower delivery is also exquisite, so Jiang Mingyuan asked the clerk for the specific meaning before choosing, and finally chose the orange-red rose-which not only expresses his heart, but does not appear too languid.

...

Cheng Huan didn’t know how to express her feelings anymore, as if she had met the person again. She screamed, her eyes drooped, her free fingers twisted together, her voice was filled with joy that could not be concealed: "This is just Very good, no need to change."

"Okay, I'll deliver this from now on."

"Cough." Cheng Huan was choked by his words, blushing and waving to the air: "Don't be so troublesome, it's wasteful."

"If you like it, don't waste it."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Cheng Huan was very unwilling to be beaten up by someone's words, and biting her lower lip couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from rising. Her ears were so hot that she pressed her throat and hurriedly found an excuse to end her relationship with that person. call.

When the phone hung up, Cheng Huan put the phone on his chest, grinned out two little tiger teeth, some wanted to sing.

She patted her face, looked at the ceiling, and squeezed the slightly hot phone and thought: Actually it feels good to be chased by someone?

Cheng Huan walked briskly back to the living room, found a long-necked glass vase, poured some water, inserted the flowers one by one, and sniffed.

Seeing her movements, Xing Xing had to come over and smell it. He had to bury his head in the bouquet. He sucked too hard and was choked by pollen.

"Ah cut!" The child raised his head, squinted and sneezed, squeezing two drops of tears from his eyes. He rubbed his nose, wiped away the tears from the back of his hand, and strongly praised the fragrance.

Then asked: "Mom, did you find who sent the flowers?"

"found it."

"who's that?"

"Your father."

Xingxing puzzled: "Why does Dad send flowers?"

How can children have so many problems?!

Cheng Huan took a deep breath and pinched the flesh on his son's face with both hands, wishing to shut him up, but she still failed to skip the topic with his curious eyes.

"Because my father likes my mother, he will give flowers."

It's too strange to say that another person likes her personally. It feels shameless, but the only listener in the room didn't understand her mother's entanglement at all.

He opened his eyes wide and looked unbelievable. He stomped his feet on the sofa and complained: "Then why doesn't Dad give me flowers?!"