The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

Xingxing wanted to build a castle. He was not interested in taking pictures. When Jiang Mingyuan took out his camera, he pulled on his pants and acted coquettishly: I don't want to take pictures. Dad, let's build a house.

But mom wants to take pictures. Jiang Mingyuan lowered his head and looked at him with a smile: If I can't go, mom will be very sad.

Is that so?

Xingxing looked at Cheng Huan with some uncertainty. When he saw his mother looking at him with a look of disappointment, he became anxious and quickly loosened his father's pants and ran over. He gently tugged on his mother's skirt and asked her to squat down. Then he put his arms around her neck and kissed Cheng Huan on the face: Mom, don't be sad. Let's go take pictures. We won't build a house.

Very warm and masculine temperament.

Cheng Huan could no longer pretend to be sad for a moment. He kissed his son twice on the face with a smile, raised his hand and rubbed Xing Xing's hair into a bird's nest. Then he stood up, held the person's hand, and winked at Jiang Mingyuan beside him. Blink: Let's go.

Okay. Jiang Mingyuan followed with a smile. There was a fondness in his eyes that he didn't even know he had. He walked to Cheng Huan in two steps and suggested, I know a good place. Go there and take pictures.

Cheng Huan had no objection to this. Judging from today's itinerary, the other party had obviously done enough homework.

The photo location mentioned by Jiang Mingyuan was on the other side of the island. He made a call and within five minutes, a car came to pick them up.

This car matched Jiang Mingyuan's style very well. It was a low-key luxury car. When they got in the car, the driver diligently closed the door and drove in the other direction without asking where they were going.

Looking at what he didn't understand, Cheng Huan looked at the person next to him helplessly: Is this car yours?

Jiang Mingyuan nodded.

Then why did you rent an electric car just now? Cheng Huan was a little confused.

The man didn't answer immediately. He turned his head, and the car window reflected the other person's cold and handsome face. After a while, Cheng Huan heard him say: I think you like tourist buses.

The driver was waiting outside and was about to pick them up. It was Cheng Huan and Xingxing who expressed curiosity about the electric tour bus that made him change his plan.

Cheng Huan nodded thoughtfully and stared at the right window. She said, I really like it. It's more comfortable to sit in than a car. How about we get one and drive it later?

It's not safe. The corners of Jiang Mingyuan's mouth formed a straight line, and he turned his head and glanced at Cheng Huan in disapproval, as if accusing her of being ridiculous.

If he looked like this in the company, the employees would already be trembling with fear. However, Cheng Huan is not his employee, so he is not afraid at all.

Not only was she not afraid, the woman also suggested with a smile: It's not safe to go anywhere. Why don't you take some driving photos? How about I drive you? It's too silly to always stand and take photos.

Jiang Mingyuan only glanced at her and then looked away. He looked forward with a cold expression, and the corners of his lips fell into a straight line: Can you drive?

I don't know how. The man said confidently: But I think that is quite simple, it shouldn't be difficult.

Besides, if you really don't know how to do it, wouldn't you still be there?

She didn't know if it was Cheng Huan's misunderstanding, but she always felt that after she said this, Jiang Mingyuan stayed away from her. She was still wondering what it meant, so she heard the other party reluctantly take a step back: Let's talk about it then. .”

After saying that, he turned his head away, as if he didn't want to communicate, and looked very cold.

The car walked on the road for nearly half an hour and arrived at another beach. Unlike the beach they were on before, not a single tourist could be seen on this beach.

Jiang Mingyuan explained: This is a private beach and not open to tourists.

your?

No, I borrowed it. Jiang Mingyuan walked ahead and led the way. After a few steps, he looked back at her, moved his mouth, but said nothing.

Cheng Huan looked a little strange at his performance: What's wrong?

It's nothing. Jiang Mingyuan turned back and whispered.

He originally wanted to say that if Cheng Huan liked it, he would buy a beach, but before he could say anything, he felt that it was a bit abrupt, so he could only swallow his words and focus on leading the way.

This private beach is artificially enclosed. There is a villa in the designated area. The villa is very large and has complete facilities. It reflects the wealth of the owner. The hotel villa, which was already very good in Cheng Huan's eyes, is the same as this one. Compare, roughly the difference between low-rent housing and luxury flat-floor housing.

Going out from the other door of the villa is the beach.

Probably because of regular cleaning and few people coming, the beach here is extremely clean, the water is clear, dyed with another color by the orange sunset, and a few seabirds fly leisurely in the sky, which is beautiful.

This beach is located just to the west of the island. It is an excellent place to watch the sunset and take pictures. Cheng Huan has studied photography and certainly does not want to miss this beautiful scenery. So she originally planned to take pictures of herself, but she ended up taking them instead. When I hold my camera and take pictures, I don’t just take pictures of scenery, I also take pictures of people.

The father and son who modeled for her were very cooperative, standing wherever they were told, and assuming whatever poses they were told to do. Occasionally, the little model got impatient, and the older model came to provide psychological counseling.

Cheng Huan had a great time taking pictures and called it a day with satisfaction.

At this time, half of the setting sun was still exposed on the sea, and the sky was getting dark, leaving only the sparkling waves with a little orange-red.

Cheng Huan had already put down the camera, but when she saw this scene, she went to take another photo. She looked back at the photo she had just taken, and the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became. When she turned to the photo of the father and son, she remembered that she had not taken a photo of herself, so she quickly Handing the camera to the photographer who was a model, Cheng Huan walked to the beach and posed, with the sea water licking his ankles. Cheng Huan faced the setting sun, his hands slightly open, and his hair spread out, blowing randomly in the sea breeze.

The sound of the surging tide covered up the sound of the camera's shutter. Cheng Huan waited in this position for a while, feeling that her hands were a little sore. She turned back and looked behind her, asking the person holding the camera: Are you okay?

The woman's back was turned to him, her skirt was flying, and her hair was entangled in the air, revealing the butterfly bones that were about to fly. The afterglow of the setting sun hit her body, as if she was coated with holy light.

Jiang Mingyuan's fingers trembled slightly, and he felt his heart beating faster and faster in his chest. The thumping and thumping sounds hit his eardrums, as if something was trying to break free.

His palms were sweating, but he didn't press the shutter slowly at all. Jiang Mingyuan didn't know how many pictures he took until the man in front turned back and asked with a smile if he had taken the picture well.

Her hair was raised and she was kissed on the cheek, coupled with the smile on her face, making people temporarily lose the ability to think.

In just an instant, Jiang Mingyuan came back to his senses. He pressed the shutter before he thought, and to keep this moment, Jiang Mingyuan put down the camera and straightened up. His movements and language were not much different from before: Okay, do you want to come and take a look?

Okay! Cheng Huan ran over impatiently and leaned over to see the photo.

Jiang Mingyuan froze slightly, his body muscles tensed, and a faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, making him feel hot. Distraught, he returned the camera to Cheng Huan, said take your time and watch it, and left quickly, as if a savage beast was following behind.

It was the first time Cheng Huan saw him lose his composure and felt very strange. She stared at the man's leaving figure, lowered her head and asked the little guy next to her: What's wrong with dad?

Xingxing shook his head, looking confused: I don't know. Dad was fine just now.

The child carefully thought about the cause and effect, and finally came to a conclusion: Dad, he is hungry!

I think you're hungry. Cheng Huan pinched the little guy's nose and teased him. Xingxing frowned, shook his head and escaped from his mother's clutches, and readily admitted: I'm hungry.

Then let's go eat. Cheng Huan hung the camera around his neck, holding Xingxing's hand and walking back slowly: Let's guess where dad went.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't go anywhere, he just stayed in the villa, sitting on the sofa without saying a word. Even Cheng Huan and Xingxing only glanced at them lightly when they came back.

After a while, Jiang Mingyuan had already calmed down. He felt that his previous behavior was a bit embarrassing, like a ignorant boy who was at a loss in front of his sweetheart.

Well, when it comes to relationships, he has only grown older and not gained any experience. He is just a sweetheart...

Tasting the word carefully on the tip of his tongue, Jiang Mingyuan looked at the object pointed to by the word, and a strange but sweet throbbing arose in his heart.

Probably really screwed up.

Jiang Mingyuan held his forehead, wondering how it could develop like this. He knew that this person had only been with him for three months, and he had spent even less time with him. He didn't even know much about the other person's personality and preferences, so how could he be said to like him?

As if to answer his doubts, scenes of past interactions appeared in front of him, bringing warmth and peace that he could not feel at home. It made people feel comfortable and relaxed, so without knowing it, his heart was already addicted to it.

His mind was racing, but his face was calm, and he even looked a little cold. However, neither Xingxing nor Cheng Huan were people who would be frightened by his coldness.

As soon as the child entered the house, he looked around and found his father. He let go of his mother's hand and ran over. He climbed up on the sofa, lay on Jiang Mingyuan's chest, and opened and closed his mouth: Dad, are you hungry?

Huh? Jiang Mingyuan came to his senses and reached out to touch his son's belly: Are Xingxing hungry?

Yeah! I want to eat.

Then let's go to dinner. The emotional matter was unclear for a while, and eating was more important now. Jiang Mingyuan hugged the stars, got up from the sofa, and walked to Cheng Huan, his eyes a little erratic: How about French food in the evening?

The trip had been arranged long ago. At that time, I only decided on the restaurant because it tasted good. Now that I have made my thoughts clear, and when I speak them out, it feels like I have been planning something evil for a long time.

Cheng Huan naturally wouldn't have any objections.

The French restaurant on the island is opened by a real French person. It is said that he once served the royal family. Cheng Huan doesn't know whether this identity is true or not, but the food made in the restaurant is quite delicious.

After dinner, the group of people drove back to the hotel. The car stopped some distance away from the hotel. Cheng Huanyuan was a little puzzled. As he got closer, he discovered that there were many more marching tents on the square in front of the hotel, and a bonfire was burning in the middle of the square. , there were many people around the bonfire, dancing hand in hand.

Cheng Huan wondered: Is this an event? Aren't they hot?

Although the temperature dropped a lot at night, it was not as warm as a fire.

The flames are fake and won't feel hot. Jiang Mingyuan explained in a low voice: The hotel's bonfire party is a bit interesting. You can also choose to live in a tent after it's over. Do you want to check it out?