The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

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

Like now.

Hearing what he said, Cheng Huan thought it was Jiang Mingyuan who taught him what to say, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous. However, when she looked over, she found that the other party also looked surprised, so she calmed down again.

She pursed her lips slightly at Jiang Mingyuan, stretched out her hand and pushed her son down on the bed, and covered her with the quilt: What are you doing when you get up, what should you do if you catch a cold?

Xingxing struggled angrily: Mom, I'm telling you something serious!

Cheng Huan pressed one hand on the quilt to prevent his son from getting up: Your business now is to sleep, otherwise you won't grow taller in the future, and the rest will be discussed tomorrow.

The poor little man with limited freedom was suppressed with just one sentence.

He grudgingly groaned, pouted his lips, and looked at his father who had done nothing with infinite grievances, a little bit angrily.

After all, it was a child, no matter how unhappy he was, Xing Xing fell asleep shortly after closing his eyes. Listening to his long breathing, Cheng Huan quietly let out a sigh of relief, letting go of his tense back.

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

The door closed, and the man whispered goodbye: I'll go back first.

Because of these things at night, when the two of them get together alone, the atmosphere is always a little strange, but people can't just wave their hands when they are leaving. Cheng Huan thought about it for a second or two, and decided to send the next person off.

He said he was seeing him off, but in fact he was just watching him into the elevator. The elevator stopped on the first floor, probably someone was using it, and there was no sign of going up after pressing it.

The two were silent. 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. She licked her lips, stared at the constantly beating numbers, and said in a low voice, That...you don't have to worry about what the stars said at night. His children don't care. sensible.

What are you talking about? Jiang Mingyuan turned his head, looked at her side face, his eyes were darker, and asked, You mean let's live together?

They clearly said the same thing, but individual differences caused the audience to feel differently.

When Xingxing talked about this, Cheng Huan was embarrassed and a little nervous, but when Jiang Mingyuan talked about this topic, she was more nervous and added some inexplicable joy.

She tried her best not to think deeply about the meaning behind the words, then nodded and gave a short hmm.

When the elevator arrived at the floor, the door opened in front of him, but Jiang Mingyuan had no intention of going in. He tightened his jaw, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and said, Actually, this is also my wish.

Cheng Huan: ...

Her gaze changed from being stunned to being suspicious, and she suspected that she was having auditory hallucinations. Cheng Huan turned her head slowly, and looked away in embarrassment when faced with the man's not strong but determined attitude: Don't be joking. .”

I'm not kidding. Jiang Mingyuan looked away, clenched his fists where no one was paying attention, and said at a slightly slower speed than usual: Although it may be a bit abrupt to say this, I really want you to be part of my family. member.

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 ups and downs of mood, the excitement was comparable to a roller coaster, the tip of her tongue slid across the palate, and the feeling of feedback from the nerve endings made her regain the ability to speak, Cheng Huan paused, Choose the second question and reply: What happens if I say no?

Is it just a direct relationship between old age and death?

That should be something about me that dissatisfies you. Jiang Mingyuan said as it should be: You can bring it up, and I will try my best to correct it.

Cheng Huan: ...

She didn't know how to speak. It was impossible to say that she had no plans for Jiang Mingyuan, but it was quite a challenge for a single dog who had been single for many years to really develop an unusual relationship with others.

She was afraid that this way of life would be very different from what she had planned in the past, and she would be irresistibly attracted by another person. The balance of the two opinions in her heart could not overwhelm the other, so her face appeared a little tangled.

Her silence was regarded as a silent rejection by Jiang Mingyuan. He looked a little disappointed and couldn't control the expression on his face, but after just a moment, he returned to normal and said he knew.

I was the one who was abrupt. I shouldn't be in such a hurry. He faced Cheng Huan and said calmly.

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

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

Understood. Jiang Mingyuan nodded thoughtfully, not knowing what he was talking about. After speaking, he tilted his head slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, paused halfway with his hand outstretched, and then walked firmly Halfway through, I pressed on top of Cheng Huanfa and said to her: I'm going back, see you tomorrow.

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

Cheng Huan sent someone off, but she didn't expect to be thrown down. This time, she couldn't calm down anymore, as if she had been immobilized, and 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 his body. When Cheng Huan regained his ability to think, he found that his body was already so cold that he couldn't feel it.

She shivered, stomped her feet on the ground for two steps, and opened the door while holding the key with her stiff fingers. The house is very quiet, almost no sound can be heard, this kind of silence is suitable for thinking, so the head that finally cleared up was blocked by all kinds of spreading and growing thoughts.

Cheng Huan slept very late this day, and it was almost midnight when she went to bed. She turned off the light, tucked herself into the bed, closed her eyes, and her mind was full of messy things, so she could only open her eyes and stare at the dark place. I don't know which point in the void.

She didn't know when she fell asleep. When she was in a daze, she felt something in the room. She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyelids. She just wondered if it was dawn, and fell into a deep sleep again. .

When Cheng Huan really woke up, it was already bright, and the sun shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, making people feel warm.

Sitting up from the bed, Cheng Huan looked around and didn't see the stars, so she knew it was getting late. She rubbed her face, picked up the phone beside her and turned it on.

Eleven o'clock was displayed on the upper left of the shield.

Why is it so late? Cheng Huan was a little surprised, and thought that Xingxing should be hungry by this point, so he didn't care about those thoughts anymore, changed his clothes as quickly as possible and went out.

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

Mom got up late and hasn't bought groceries yet, shall we have pineapple rice for lunch?

Okay. Xing Xing always praised the things her mother made. Hearing this, he nodded his head, pointed to the side and said, Mom, this is given to you by an uncle.

What? He was sitting behind the coffee table. The coffee table was slightly higher, just blocking the sofa tightly. From Cheng Huan's angle, he couldn't see anything.

She walked over suspiciously, thinking it was a package delivered by a courier, but when she walked in, she found that it was a bouquet of orange roses.

Who gave this to? Cheng Huan picked up the bunch of flowers, but found nothing like a card inside.

An uncle.

What does that uncle look like?

Xing Xing's eyes were blank, thinking about it, but because the time of contact was cut off, he really couldn't remember the appearance of that person, after thinking for a long time, he still shook his head: I don't know him.

Cheng Huan: ...

In fact, she guessed a bit that the original owner's relationship was complicated, but after Cheng Huan passed through, it was basically broken. Few people knew her new address. Among these people, except those who were married and children, there was only one Jiang Mingyuan left.

But how could he send flowers?

Cheng Huan felt that this was not something Jiang Mingyuan would do at all, so according to the other party's old-fashioned personality of a suit for ten thousand years, he wouldn't know how to play this kind of trick, right?

She kept looking for reasons to deny it in her heart, but she couldn't suppress the thought no matter what. She pressed her lips tightly, put the flowers in her hands on the coffee table, glanced at the stars, and hurried back to the bedroom.

She took out her mobile phone, opened the recent contacts, dialed it, and the call was connected. Cheng Huan cleared her throat and asked dryly, Did you... have someone send flowers over?

Yes, have you received it? Jiang Mingyuan admitted, twirling a signing pen with his right finger, his face was flat, but his voice was soft: I don't know which one you like, so I decided on my own, if you If you don't like it, I'll ask them to change it.

The method of sending flowers was told by his assistant.

After returning from Cheng Huan's house yesterday, Jiang Mingyuan started looking for ways to chase people overnight, but the strategies on the Internet were a bit unreliable, so he went to consult Qi Shan again.

As the chief assistant, Qi Shan has fully adapted to the boss's recent anomalies. Even when he heard the boss ask how to chase after girls, he was silent for a moment before giving advice.

He talked a lot, but he was enthusiastic, careful and occasionally made some surprises. Jiang Mingyuan wrote down what he said bit by bit, and planned to try them out one by one.

The first thing to do is send flowers.

Qi Shan said that sending flowers is also very particular, so Jiang Mingyuan asked the clerk for the specific meaning before choosing, and finally chose orange-red roses - which not only expresses his heart, but also does not appear too aggressive.

...

Cheng Huan no longer knew how to express her feelings, as if she had known that person again, she let out an oh, lowered her eyes, twisted her empty fingers together, and said with unconcealable joy in her voice: This is It's fine, don't need to change it.

Okay, then I'll send this kind from now on.

Cough. Cheng Huan choked on his words, blushed and waved to the air: Don't bother, it's a waste.

You don't waste it if you like it.

Cheng Huan: ...

Cheng Huan was very disappointed when someone said a word and her heart beat faster. She bit her lower lip but couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from rising. call.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Huan put the phone in front of his chest, grinning with two small canine teeth, and wanted to sing.

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

Cheng Huan walked briskly back to the living room, found a long-necked glass vase, poured some water, put the flowers in it one by one, and took a light sniff.

Seeing her movements, Xing Xing came to smell her too. His head was buried in the bouquet, he sucked too hard and choked on the pollen.

Ah, cut! The child raised his head, squinted his eyes and sneezed, squeezed out two tears from his eyes, rubbed his nose, wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, and praised the fragrance firmly.

Then ask: Mom, have you found out who sent the flowers?

found it.

who is that?

Your father.

Xing Xing was puzzled: Why did Dad send flowers?

Why do children have so many problems? !

Cheng Huan took a deep breath, pinching the flesh on her son's face with both hands, wishing to make him shut up, but she still couldn't skip this topic in the face of his curious eyes.

Because Dad likes Mom, so he will send flowers.

Saying that another person likes her personally is too strange and shameless, but the only audience in the room doesn't understand her mother's entanglement at all.

He opened his eyes wide and looked like he couldn't believe it. He stood on the sofa and stomped his feet, complaining: Then why didn't Dad send me flowers?!