The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

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Cheng Huan was extinguished by this person's words, and he didn't dare to get angry again. Eat quietly and pretend that this thing doesn't exist.

But she wants to keep things quiet, and others don't think so.

Xing Xing took a mouthful of sauerkraut, but didn't finish a mouthful, and the sauerkraut was still dragging on his chin. He stuffed the remaining half into his mouth with his hands, chewed it and swallowed it, showing his presence with a mouth full of oil.

I'm pretty too!

That's all his business!

Cheng Huan gave his son an angry look, and the man on the other side gave another chuckle. He leaned over to wipe off the oil stains on the child's mouth, looked carefully at him, and then affirmed: Our stars are really beautiful.

This is true, both Cheng Huan and Jiang Mingyuan have good genes, and the stars are also long. Although they are still young, their facial features can already be seen to be handsome, and even their short legs look better than those of the same age Children grow up.

The little guy seemed very happy to get his father's affirmation, but he still had to ask his mother to express his opinion. He was well versed in the art of wrapping words, and Cheng Huan couldn't be bothered by him.

Satisfied, Xing Xing happily ate another big mouthful of rice. He puffed up his cheeks and said inarticulately, Mom, you look good too!

Then he was hit on the head, Cheng Huan kept a straight face, and taught him a lesson: Don't talk while eating.

The kid who said good things but got no rewards looked aggrieved, obediently chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth, and then opened his mouth wide: Mom, I'm done eating!

Um.

Can I talk now?

Speak.

The little guy was very arrogant, crossed his hips and stared, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally said: This fish is delicious.

Cheng Huan: ...

After dinner, Jiang Mingyuan washed the dishes as usual, played with Xing Xing for a while, and then told him to take a bath.

Go. This was not the first time Jiang Mingyuan had done this job, and Cheng Huan handed over his son with confidence.

The house is small and there is only a shower in the bathroom. Before bathing his son, Jiang Mingyuan took off his suit, unbuttoned his shirt, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and rolled up his pants a few more times. He turned on the warm air, and began to undress Xing Xing after the temperature in the room became high.

When Cheng Huan gave Xing Xing a suit, the little guy was usually very good, but if it was Jiang Mingyuan, he would look like a little devil. Cheng Huan stayed outside the door, and could calmly deal with the frolicking in the bathroom.

After taking a shower for 20 minutes, Jiang Mingyuan was wet as usual when he came out. Cheng Huan was used to this, so she opened the closet and took out a change of clothes and handed them over: Go and wash, too.

Jiang Mingyuan nodded and took it. Cheng Huan took out the hair dryer and dried Xing Xing's hair. The three of them were separated by a frosted door. The sound of water and the hair dryer were intertwined, chaotic and harmonious.

After blowing his hair, Cheng Huan stuffed his son under the quilt, took out a storybook and prepared to tell him a story, but the little guy quit again.

I want Dad to tell stories.

Okay, you have the final say. Cheng Huan pinched his little nose, put the storybook aside, and sat down to play with his mobile phone.

Jiang Mingyuan came out of the shower, dried his hair briefly, and was about to say goodbye. He knocked on the door and entered the bedroom, and saw his son waving at him expectantly: Daddy, can you tell me a story?

He froze slightly, not knowing what happened.

Go, your son has already disliked me. Cheng Huan looked disgusted, snorted softly, and pointed to the stack of storybooks beside the bed and said to Jiang Mingyuan.

Jiang Mingyuan hesitated a little: I... haven't tried it.

It's okay, just read it from the book. Cheng Huan has a wealth of experience in fooling children. Hearing this, he taught him the experience: It's just for hypnosis anyway.

Jiang Mingyuan: ...

Okay. Accepting this setting in his heart, Jiang Mingyuan walked over with his lips straightened, picked up a story book, turned to one of the stories, looked left and right, and stood by the bed to start telling.

He is tall, so standing by the bed like this is quite intimidating. Xing Xing looked at him sideways, and poked his little hand out of the bed to beckon: Dad, sit down.

There is only a chair in front of the dressing table in the bedroom, and the cushion is pink to match the color of the frame.

Jiang Mingyuan glanced, paused, put down his book and said wait a moment, turned around and went out, and after a while, another dining chair was brought over.

He moved the chair to the side of the bed, sat down and opened the storybook, and read the story from the beginning.

The stories told to children are very simple. The protagonist of the story Jiang Mingyuan read is a crow.

The crow despises his own black feathers. He thinks the peacock is beautiful. Under the accumulated envy and jealousy, he finally plucks up the courage to steal the peacock's feathers and put them on his body at night.

The feather pierced deep through the skin, and the crow endured the pain, feeling that he had finally become beautiful. However, the bright tail feathers on the black crow looked nondescript.

The story is quite educational. In the end, the crow understands that his own is the best, and learns to appreciate himself. He returns the feathers to the peacock, admits his mistakes to the other party, and is put into an animal prison for reformation.

However, Xingxing's focus is not on punishment for doing wrong things, not always being jealous of others, etc. He is only curious about what a crow looks like.

With a storybook on his lap, Jiang Mingyuan looked at his son on the bed and sighed imperceptibly. He took out his phone, searched for the crow, enlarged the picture and put it in front of Xing Xing: It looks like this.

It's so cool! For a four-year-old boy, black is the most beautiful color in his mind. Xing Xing stared at the crow in the picture with wide eyes, and retracted his head after seeing it: I think crows are more beautiful than peacocks!

En. Jiang Mingyuan responded lightly, closed the book in his hand and put it aside, he got up and tucked the quilt over Xing Xing, and whispered: The story is over, it's time to go to bed.

But I'm not sleepy yet. Xingxing opened his eyes and looked at his father eagerly. Jiang Mingyuan's heart softened when he looked at him, and said, Then what other stories do you want to hear? Dad will tell you.

The little guy hummed for a long time from his nose, turned his eyes and said, Dad, can you tell me about the new house?

Jiang Mingyuan took a look at Cheng Huan and saw that she had nothing to say, so he sat back and said yes.

The new house has three bedrooms and two living rooms, and each bedroom is equipped with an independent bathroom... Jiang Mingyuan's explanation was particularly dry after being separated from textbooks and work, but Xing Xing listened with great interest and kept asking for various details , compared with the current living place.

There are three bedrooms, one is for mother, one is for stars, and one is for guests. Jiang Mingyuan's tone did not fluctuate, and after speaking, looking at the children's faces, he added: When you grow up, you can sleep with your mother again. Sleeping together will be laughed at by other children.

Xing Xing pouted, stared at his father for a long time, then raised his head to look at Cheng Huan at the end of the bed, and said plaintively, Mom!

Huh? Cheng Huan raised his head from the phone screen and glanced at his son: What's wrong?

Daddy won't let me sleep with you!

Oh, yes. Cheng Huan nodded in agreement: You are an older child, you should sleep by yourself.

The mother who had high hopes stood ruthlessly on the opposite side of her. The star was hit hard by the result, her mouth bulged like a puffer fish, she went to sleep and stuffed herself under the bed, only her eyes were exposed, and she groaned heavily He tried to find a place for himself: I won't sleep with you either!

Cheng Huan shrugged his shoulders and said, Oh, it's very ruthless.

In fact, she doesn't dislike Xingxing sleeping with her very much. She just read a report two days ago, saying that five or six-year-old children are already in the embryonic stage of sexual conception. Parents should not think that children do not understand and are unprepared.

And... the little guy is too curious, sometimes it's inconvenient.

For example, the last time Cheng Huan came to my aunt, she accidentally stained the bed sheet while sleeping, and the next day when Xing Xing woke up and saw it, she asked her mother if she was injured in horror. Only then did he believe that his mother was not sick and dying.

So no matter how unhappy the son is, he has to sleep in separate beds.

Generally speaking, Xing Xing is a very optimistic person, and he was only upset for a while when he heard the bad news. Before Jiang Mingyuan could figure out how to coax him, he figured it out by himself, and came back full of blood and continued to ask about the new house.

Dad, where do my toys go?

The toys are placed upstairs. Dad packed up a big toy room for you. If you want to play with toys, just take the elevator up.

The elevators in the apartment all went directly to the house, but Xing Xing didn't know it, he thought it was like his own home, and ran up to reopen the door.

So Jiang Mingyuan told him about the difference in elevators, and even told him about the house he lived in.

He occupies the third-floor apartment by himself, and there are many spare rooms. After hearing this, Xing Xing expressed his incomprehension: Why do you want to leave the room empty?

Because no one lives there.

My mother and I can live together. Xing Xing changed his posture, lying flat on the bed in a large font, looking at his father with a crooked face: Dad, I don't want to take the elevator to play with toys.

In fact, he still didn't understand that kind of elevator, and he always felt that it was very troublesome to go up and down the stairs.

Jiang Mingyuan glanced at Cheng Huan and hesitated.

It's okay, let him live with you. Cheng Huan was slightly stunned, and then said calmly.

Anyway, it's just upstairs and downstairs, so it doesn't make much difference where you live.

However, the little guy didn't get settled in this way, he pushed forward: Does mom live in a big house alone? Why does mom come to live with her?

Now, no matter how slow Cheng Huan was, she would realize that something was wrong. She put the phone in her pocket, walked to the other side and looked at the stars with dangerous eyes: Tell me, what do you want to do?

Frightened by his mother's tone, Xing Xing shrank back into the bed again, but he still had to say what he had to say. He said softly through the bed, I want Mom and Dad to live together.

After saying a word, he got a little more courageous, lifted the quilt and began to complain: The parents of other children live together, but you are not together! You are all bad!

Although Xingxing doesn't know why other people's parents sleep together, it must be right!

He squinted, thinking imposingly.