The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

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Why did you bring this here? Cheng Huan was puzzled: No one at home can wear it.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't know how to explain his actions for a moment, he frowned and looked at the wall, and after a while he said slowly: You originally bought it.

Cheng Huan felt that this person's way of returning the clothes was definitely sick, and it wasn't that other things could be used in exchange. She glanced at the person with disapproval.

Feeling depressed, she stared at the suit on the man's body, and after thinking about it, she understood again. It is estimated that the CEO did not wear the cheap clothes from the supermarket, so he disliked these things and put them in the closet to reduce the price.

Forget it, give me the things. After thinking about it, Cheng Huan felt a little uncomfortable. She bent down and picked up the paper bag with the clothes, turned around and went to the bedroom to put it in the closet, and came out and said to others: It’s good to put it here, so that you won’t find clothes when you need them next time.”

Cheng Huan's words were just casual politeness, but Jiang Mingyuan's ears changed his taste. He nodded with a gentle smile: That's true.

Okay, you have nothing else to go. The smile looked a little harsh, Cheng Huan glanced away and looked away, squatted down and played with the ears on Xing Xing's hat, and opened his mouth to drive people away.

The other two in the family were sticky again, and he was next to him, unable to insert his mouth at all.

Jiang Mingyuan stood by the side for a while, sighed, and said goodbye after all.

Goodbye. Cheng Huan waved his hand, didn't even give him a look, and diverted Xing Xing's attention so that he wouldn't give it away. The anti-theft door closed behind him, making a sound, Cheng Huan snorted, reached out and pinched Xing Xing's face: Little bastard.

This blow was a bit heavy, the little guy's face was flushed, Xing Xing covered his face and said in a daze, Why did mom pinch me?

I'm venting my anger. Cheng Huan stood up, took Xing Xing's hand and walked to the bedroom, talking about her nonsense while walking: Because your father is so annoying, so I don't like it now.

Mom, I don't hate it. Xing Xing was carried onto the bed, and finally understood the meaning of his mother. The little guy turned around, knelt on the quilt, and said seriously: Daddy hates it, we ignore him.

Okay, ignore him! Hearing what her son said, Cheng Huan became happy again. She pulled back the quilt and stuffed the stars in, and gave him another goodnight kiss: We belong to the same country.

Yes, we are one country!

Xing Xing is a very promise-keeping person, he just ignores his father when he says he doesn't care, and Jiang Mingyuan called him the next day in his busy schedule, but he didn't say a word.

What's wrong, baby, did someone make you angry? Jiang Mingyuan said a few words, but there was no response. He couldn't help being a little worried, and asked in a slow voice, Can I talk to Dad?

The range hood in the kitchen was still working. Mom had been in for a long time. Xing Xing stretched her neck and took a look to make sure she couldn’t notice it, so she whispered into her watch, “Dad, Mom said I’m ignoring you.” .”

Jiang Mingyuan: ...Why?

Mom said you are too annoying. Xingxing still felt a little pain on his face when he mentioned this, he covered his cheek with one hand, and secretly complained: Mom still pinches my face.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't understand the logic behind his son's words, but he knew that he had made Cheng Huan angry. Although he is smart, he is really not very good at getting along with women, and it is a bit of a headache when he encounters this situation.

If it was another person, Jiang Mingyuan didn't care why they were angry, as long as it didn't hinder him. It's just that Cheng Huan is not someone who can be ignored casually. This person is the mother of his child, so he must be patient.

He discussed in detail what happened yesterday when they got along with each other, and guessed that it might be the clothes. Could it be that Cheng Huan doesn't like men's clothes in his home? Jiang Mingyuan frowned slightly, not sure what was going on, so after thinking about it, he went to ask his son for help.

Honey, can you do Daddy a favor?

What's busy?

That's right, Dad accidentally made Mom angry, but I don't know why Mom is angry, can Xing Xing ask Dad?

Dad, you are so stupid. Xing Xing complained: I know why my mother is angry.

Jiang Mingyuan: ... Being despised by your own son?

Xing Xing is so smart. There is still something useful for his son, and Jiang Mingyuan can't be angry with him. He said kindly on the other end of the phone: Can smart Xing Xing help Dad with this?

Okay. Although Dad is very stupid, Xingxing loves him very much. Although he is young, he also knows the importance of family harmony, so he patted his chest and promised: Dad, don't worry, I will tell you when I know!

Then please baby. Jiang Mingyuan raised the corner of his lips: Father is waiting for your good news.

After hanging up the call with Xingxing, Jiang Mingyuan refocused on his work. The end of each year is the busiest time of the year. To summarize the development of the year and set goals for the next year, there are countless documents to read every day , one meeting after another will be held.

Jiang Mingyuan has always been able to separate work and private life very clearly, and is rarely distracted by personal matters at work, but today is a little different. He stared at the document in front of him, a little distracted, and remembered the clothes he brought yesterday .

There are four pieces of clothes in total. The T-shirt, sweater and trousers are all bought by Cheng Huan, except for the underpants, which are too small, which he changed into a suitable one.

When he went to get the clothes, he didn't think much about it, just as Cheng Huan said, just in case.

But for some reason, thinking about those clothes now, he felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, putting away a change of clothes, in addition to just in case, can also be understood as... wanting to stay overnight.

Jiang Mingyuan pursed his lips, put down the document in his hand, his eyes were a little distracted.

...

Xing Xing patted his chest on the phone and agreed to his father's request, put down the phone and prepared to act.

He didn't ask recklessly, the little guy was smart and knew that if he pleased his mother, she would be easy to talk to.

Do what you want, Xing Xing climbed off the sofa, ran into the kitchen, found an unobstructed corner and stood there, and asked the woman who was busy in front of the stove: Mom, let me help you!

I don't need your help here, baby, you can go and play. The soup was simmering in the pot, Cheng Huan lifted the lid to take a look, turned down the heat, and put other ingredients in it.

Mom, I want to help. Xing Xing was not so easy to dismiss, his mother didn't let him help, so he found a job by himself. The little guy tiptoed to look, and saw a plate of ready-made dishes on the chopping board, so he Go around from behind and reach out.

The dish was placed a little outside, and he actually pulled it out bit by bit. Xing Xing was a little tired from tiptoeing. He rested for a while, stretched out his hands, and carefully brought down the dish. .

The plate plus the weight of the dishes inside is very heavy for a four-year-old child. As soon as the dish came off the chopping board, Xing Xing sank his hand, and the vegetable soup inside spilled out and fell on his body.

This movement finally attracted Cheng Huan's attention. She grabbed the lid of the pot and turned her head, only to see her son carrying the dishes, his clothes and chest were wet.

What are you doing? Cheng Huan said in a dangerous tone.

The vegetable soup stuck to her body and couldn't be washed by the washing machine, so she had to wash it by hand. The clothes in winter were thick and soaked in water, and it took a lot of time to wash them. Thinking of this, Cheng Huan's hands were itchy.

If you don't give me a spanking, the little kid will have to spank, if you don't spank, you won't be obedient!

Xingxing didn't predict the crisis that his butt would suffer at all. Instead, he felt that he had done a big thing. He grinned and smiled at his mother with a row of small teeth: Mom, I will help you!

The attitude is very proud.

He is weak, and it is a bit difficult to hold the plate. Cheng Huan is a little worried, afraid that he will drop things, and it is too small to have no food. If the porcelain plate breaks, it will be bad if it hurts people.

I don't need Xingxing's help. You can go and play. Mom can take this thing. Cheng Huan bent down, trying to take the things from him.

She stretched out her hand, but Xing Xing turned around and avoided it. He walked carefully towards the dining table with his short legs, holding the plate of vegetables.

The dining table was higher than the stars, and he couldn't put it on it at all. The little guy raised his hand and pushed the plate forward tremblingly. Huan took the dish from his son and placed it firmly on the dining table.

Xing Xing didn't know the danger at all. Seeing the plate was taken away by his mother, he was still a little unhappy, so he pouted and said, Mom, I can send a few.

Cheng Huan laughed twice, sat down by the sofa and waved to him: Come here.

The little boy had no sense of crisis at all, and he leaned over. As soon as he walked in, his mother took off his pants and slapped his butt a few times.

Everything happened too fast, and before Xing Xing had time to beg for mercy, the pain in his buttocks came over. He pursed his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and looked at his mother with difficulty. His eyes gradually filled with tears. Finally, with The first tear fell, Xing Xing also opened his mouth and howled: Mom... ah...

Why are you crying? Cheng Huan lifted his pants up for him, and asked him to open his hands to undress him. Xing Xing was crying, but he was obedient. The little padded jacket stained with vegetable soup was taken off and put aside, Cheng Huan got up to leave, and took another coat after a while.

Xing Xing was still dropping silver beans. When he saw the clothes, he consciously opened his hands to let his mother dress better. Cheng Huan kept a cold expression on his face. He didn't coax him when he was crying. He zipped up his coat before asking, Do you know? I don't know how dangerous the action just now is...

The little boy didn't feel that he had done anything dangerous at all, so Cheng Huan said it over and over again, and he was a little scared after saying it several times. He wiped away the last tear with his little hand, and admitted his mistake: Mom, I won't dare in the future.

Yeah. Cheng Huan didn't feel bad for his son after crying for so long. Seeing that he knew his mistake, he finally eased his expression, took out a tissue to wipe the tears off his face, leaned over again, and kissed him on the cheek Mouth: Be good, don't let mother worry.

The little guy shed too many tears, kissing his face was salty, Cheng Huan poured a glass of water for him to drink, got up and went to the kitchen by himself, the soup in the pot was still simmering, she had to go and see.

Whether the people in the kitchen will come out in a while, Xing Xing pouted, waited for a while, and made a call.

Just as Jiang Mingyuan put those messy thoughts aside, the phone rang. It was the ringtone he set for Xing Xing. He was a little surprised that he asked clearly so quickly?

Hello, star?

Father! Xing Xing's voice was very small, as if sneaking, and there was a cry in his voice: Mom hit me.