The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

He had checked Cheng Huan's past when Jiang Mingyuan learned of the existence of stars.

At the time, it was impossible to say that there was no grudge.

It's just that he didn't have any other thoughts about Cheng Huan at first, and he only regarded the other party as a stranger, and the awkwardness in his heart only existed for a short time.When he was involuntarily attracted because he was too comfortable with him later, it was already difficult to connect the person he knew with the woman in the profile.

Because I have already accepted these things and have made enough psychological preparations, Jiang Mingyuan has not been affected much when he sees the Internet riots. What is more worried about Cheng Huan is that she will be in a bad mood when she sees it.

...

Jiang Mingyuan's people moved very quickly. In just half an hour, the Internet was full of rumors about Cheng Huan's truth and falsehoods and disappeared, and the public's attention was attracted by other gossip.

This situation is obviously not what the behind-the-scenes promoters would like to see. They are like fish dying offshore, using the only channel to send out those things that slander women over and over again.

Jiang Mingyuan frowned when he saw these new posts, and felt that his staff's ability to do things had deteriorated.He opened the chat software to find the target, and before the reprimand was sent, his eyes were attracted by one of the headlines.

In order to attract traffic, the titles of these posts are very sensational, and the same is true for the one that Jiang Mingyuan noticed.

He didn't click in, his actions stopped, his eyes closed for a moment, and he suddenly asked the woman beside him: "How long have you been studying cooking?"

Cheng Huan didn't expect that he would talk to himself suddenly, and said in a daze: "It's been twenty years, I learned how to handle a kitchen knife from my grandfather when I was very young."

When she finished speaking, she felt that the original owner lived with her grandparents. Why did she learn how to cook with her grandpa when she was a few years old?What's more, the original owner's grandfather is not a cook.

She was apprehensive, afraid that the man would hear something wrong. She secretly observed for a while and found that there was nothing wrong with the other party, and then she was a little relieved.

Jiang Mingyuan was curious: "Your grandfather taught you how to cook?"

"Ah, yes."

"It turned out to be like this." Jiang Mingyuan suddenly appeared, and his expression looked normal: "Your cooking skills are so good, and I don't know how delicious grandpa's cooking will be."

When Cheng Huan heard his name, he felt a little sweet in his heart. Seeing that the other party was not suspicious, he couldn't help showing off: "Of course the things that grandpa cooks are delicious, much better than me. Find him!"

How did she know that Jiang Mingyuan had already turned a huge wave in his heart at this time!

He doesn't know the other party's past by heart, but he probably knows it. The information shows that the other party hasn't spent much time with his grandfather. How could he learn this cooking skill?

Jiang Mingyuan didn't feel that Cheng Huan was lying just now. He believed in the other person's personality, and his swordsmanship was the best proof.

It's not the girlfriend's problem, it must be the information wrong!And the information will be wrong, only possible that there are ghosts around you!Jiang Mingyuan suspected his mother and the group of uncles for the first time, wondering if it was those people who deliberately told him false news, and then waited for this opportunity to expose it again?

Although he didn't know the purpose of those people, Jiang Mingyuan was really startled by this speculation in a cold sweat. He passed the people around him and felt that everyone seemed to have a problem.

The seeds of suspicion were planted and took root and sprouted as quickly as possible. Jiang Mingyuan looked stern, with a stormy posture, stepped over the suspected objects, contacted others and asked them to check them all.

There are many people he doubts, and the results are slow, and it will take at least half a month to get news.Jiang Mingyuan wasn't too anxious, he didn't care when he ordered, and focused on other things again.

The rumors about Cheng Huan have been completely suppressed, but Jiang Mingyuan needs to do a lot more.Mainly projects in country I. The group has invested heavily there. The losses suffered by the tsunami this time are not small. Many unfinished projects need to be re-arranged, and those that have been completed but damaged also need to be repaired. , Coupled with various domestic projects, large and small issues, he estimated that this month will not be idle.

Time passed quickly when I got busy, as if I hadn't done anything yet, it was time for get off work.

Because Cheng Huan and Xingxing came with him, Jiang Mingyuan didn't plan to work overtime, so he turned off the computer when the time came.

Cheng Huan and her son played Rubik's Cube for an afternoon, and finally recovered once after Baidu. She had no sense of accomplishment and only felt a headache. Seeing Jiang Mingyuan standing up was like relief, she couldn’t wait to stand up: "Let’s go back. ?"

"Yeah." Jiang Mingyuan saw her smiling face. The exhaustion from work all afternoon seemed to disappear instantly. He put on his suit and walked over and pecked her lips: "Is it boring?"

Cheng Huan replied hypocritically: "It's okay too."

Jiang Mingyuan didn't know how many times he peeked at her this afternoon, how could he be mistaken, he laughed without saying a word, leaned over and picked up the listless star, and led his girlfriend out.

Xingxing leaned in his father's arms and began to complain secretly: "Dad, my mother and I played Rubik's Cube all afternoon."

The respondent's response was flat: "Really?"

"Mom hasn't recovered after playing for a long time." The kid peeked at a fat mother with a dangerous expression, and whispered in his father's ear, "Dad, is mom a little stupid?"

One side is the son and the other is the object. Jiang Mingyuan stood on the side of the object without hesitation. He patted his son's small ass: "No nonsense."

"I do not have!"

"Did you forget how long it took you to learn Rubik's Cube?" Jiang Mingyuan reminded his son: "Mom is much faster than you."

The star hummed, pouting his mouth silently.He didn't remember that he was helpless in the face of this little toy!

However, memory is such a wonderful thing. Sometimes you can’t remember it even if you want to break your head. Sometimes you don’t want to remember, but you remember it clearly.

The five-year-old Jiang Mingyuan encountered this problem. His father only reminded him that he was already playing the comic strip of the failed Rubik's Cube in his mind.

The more he thinks about his face, the more stinky he doesn’t want to admit that the memory idiot is himself, but he can’t deceive himself. The stars have been entangled for a long time, and when he is about to get home, he decides to recognize the facts. He turned to look at his mother, awkwardly and quietly. Apology: "Mom I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Cheng Huan didn't know what it was doing.

"Dad is right, mom is much smarter than me." When the kid talked, he could hang an oil bottle with a small mouth, but he still told the whole story: "I shouldn't think mom is stupid, I am the stupidest. ."

After speaking, the star kid dropped a drop of silver peas sadly.

Cheng Huan felt distressed and funny seeing him like this. She didn't know what expression to use. She glanced at Jiang Mingyuan and found that the man was also dumbfounded.

Fortunately, Xingxing is a very strong child. He adjusted before his parents thought about how to comfort him. He clenched his small fist, his face was innocent and firm: "But I will be smarter in the future!"

"Well, mom believes in you."

Jiang Mingyuan followed and said, "Dad also believes."

...

No matter how Jiang Mingyuan prevented it, Cheng Huan knew what had happened on the third day.

I asked it from my own store clerk.

Ordinary people who eat melons may not remember the protagonist's appearance after gossip, but the staff of the lamb restaurant are not. After a few months of acquaintance, how can they not recognize that the gossip heroine is their boss?

After reading the true and false past of the boss, when the shop assistants saw Cheng Huan again, their expressions were always a bit awkward, some self-assertion had a good relationship with her, and they even sounded round and round.

So the party who realized afterwards finally ate this not very fragrant melon in the employee's mobile phone screenshot.

After reading the whole story, Cheng Huan had only one thought: It turned out that Jiang Mingyuan's phone "broken" because of this.

She didn't do things on her own. She didn't have any sense of substitution or embarrassment. To say that she was worried, she was just a little worried about whether Jiang Mingyuan would have a grudge against her because of this?

However, according to the performance in the past few days, there should be no, and there is even a faint tendency to go further. The other party has returned more and more late in the past few days, and Cheng Huan is not sure how long he can hold on.

Hey, Shun Kee is natural, it's not a big deal.

Thinking of the man's increasingly scorching eyes, Cheng Huan'ergen was also a little hot. She returned the phone to the employee, checked the accounts of the previous few days as usual, and went to the kitchen to study new dishes with the chef for a while.

The new dishes have been studied for a period of time, and they have been improving during this period. During the discussion, the chef made the dish. Cheng Huan picked up the chopsticks and prepared to taste the taste. When he glanced at the counter next to him, he seemed to remember something. Suddenly froze there.

What did Jiang Mingyuan ask her the day before yesterday?Who did you learn your cooking skills from?

Ruined!!!

These three big words popped up in Cheng Huan's heart, and when the eighteenth generation of his ancestors were almost picked up online, how could Jiang Mingyuan not know that there was a problem with what he said?

He knew there was a problem, why didn't he say it?Cheng Huan's heart was flustered, and all kinds of messy conjectures surfaced in his mind. For a while, I felt that Jiang Mingyuan hadn't paid attention to what he said online, and then I felt that men must be just playing with her, so it didn't matter what she was.

She didn't look good, and the staff at the back kitchen found out.

"Boss, are you feeling well?"

The voice of the question brought her back to her senses. Cheng Huan blinked twice, shook her head and said it was okay. She desperately wanted to know the answer to the question in her heart, so she couldn't do anything else. Put the chopsticks away and confront the chef next to her. Said: "I still have business at home, let's go first."

"Boss, don't you have a bite?" The chef was waiting for a comment, but he couldn't react to seeing the boss suddenly changed his mind.

"No, you can do it yourself."

...

Because of this accident, Cheng Huan came back much earlier than planned, and it was less than four o'clock when he got home.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't get off work. Stars went to the company with his father. The house was very quiet in a small house. Cheng Huan didn't contact the man. She sat on the carpet with her hands folded against her forehead, and there seemed to be grass growing wildly in her heart. .

As time moved forward little by little, the living room gradually darkened, and there was a slight noise outside the door, and then the door was opened and familiar footsteps entered.

...

The room was dim, Jiang Mingyuan was puzzled. He hugged the stars. When he walked in and saw the figure in front of the sofa, he relaxed, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

He put the star down, pressed the switch, and the crystal lamp in the living room glowed brightly, a little dazzling.

The person in front of the sofa did not respond.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Mingyuan approached and squatted down: "Is there something uncomfortable?"