The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

Cheng Huan didn't know much about luxury jewelry in this world, but just by looking at the blinding gems on this bag and the person who gave it to him, he knew it couldn't be cheap.

Although it looks like a nouveau riche, it sounds pretty good-looking.

Cheng Huan likes furry things, so she liked this bag the first time she saw it. But when she thought about the price, she didn't dare to accept it.

It's too expensive, I can't afford it.

Cheng Huan only glanced at it and then looked away. She stared at Jiang Mingyuan's face, feeling helpless: Why do you think of giving something away again?

Jiang Mingyuan: ... Of course the assistant said that girls all like bags.

But he couldn't say this. He observed Cheng Huan's expression and asked cautiously: You don't want it?

don't want.

Don't you like it? Jiang Mingyuan looked a little embarrassed: What do you like? I'll give it to you.

Better say goodbye. Cheng Huan sighed: You don't have to always think about giving me something.

The other party replied matter-of-factly: I'm chasing you, so I have to show off.

Cheng Huan: ...

Their eyes met, she looked away with a slight blush, said Oh and said dryly: But this is too expensive.

It's not expensive. The man came closer, put the bag in her arms, stared at the tips of the woman's slightly pink ears, and said domineeringly: I can afford it. I can give it to you whatever you like.

The man was so close that he could smell a very refreshing breath. The temperature on Cheng Huan's face rose a little more. She could no longer care about the bag that was forced on her. Her mind was focused on the man next to her, and the air was getting warmer. , she stared at the man's approaching face, thinking wildly in her heart.

The bag that was stuffed into her arms was not pushed out. Jiang Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face. He looked at the woman in front of him with tenderness in his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and moved closer.

Cheng Huan watched his face enlarge in front of her, and took a step back nervously, her heart beating faster and faster. She put her hand back on the chopping board, her body tensed, her eyelashes trembled, and she refused to return with a little desire. The smell of welcome.

Don't move. The man whispered.

The veins on Cheng Huan's nervous neck popped out. She bit her lower lip: Um, I...

Jiang Mingyuan said hmm and moved closer. He was taller, and his breath hit Cheng Huan's forehead, making the small piece of skin feel like it was being heated.

You have some white hair on your head. Jiang Mingyuan's voice sounded above his head.

Cheng Huan's imagination of all the kissing scenes in idol dramas came to naught at this time, and the breath he took was completely dissipated. The blush on his face gradually faded, and he was a little disappointed: Then, you can help me pull it out. Alright.

Okay. Jiang Mingyuan stretched out his hand and fiddled with her hair. The hair under his hands was cold and soft, making people love it. Where Cheng Huan couldn't see it, the man's eyes gradually deepened, and the speed of pulling out her hair was comparable to slow motion. When he put down his hand, he turned sideways and brushed his lips against the woman's forehead.

Cheng Huan seemed to be aware of it and raised his head slightly. However, the man's face remained calm and he put the white hair in her hand: Okay.

Um, oh. Cheng Huan clenched his palms and twisted the hair on his fingers: Well, I'm going to cook.

Okay. The man didn't stay any longer this time, nodded and went out. After he left, Cheng Huan raised his hand to touch his forehead. The blush on his face rose a little because of some speculation.

She pursed her lips and glanced at the bag in her arms, feeling a little worried. Touching the logo made of gemstones with his fingers, Cheng Huan put the thing aside and mentally calculated the available savings, thinking about buying something for that person.

Just think of it as a Spring Festival gift.

…

When eating in the morning, Xingxing also saw the bag. The secret that the little guy had been holding in his heart for several days was finally revealed, so he couldn't wait to show his merit.

He was full of pride and said while drinking porridge: Mom, I chose this one. Isn't it so shiny?

Cheng Huan: ...it's not bad.

Although what she dislikes most about it is the logo, which is too conspicuous.

Xingxing didn't hear the hint of disgust in her words, and was proud of his eyes. He puffed up his chest and snorted: This is a gift from dad, and I want to give you the same one, mom!

Cheng Huan had a headache and glanced at Jiang Mingyuan who was watching on the other side. The heating in the house was sufficient. The man was not wearing a coat. His cuffs were unbuttoned and rolled up twice, revealing his smooth forearm muscles, full of hormones. He raised the corners of his lips slightly, deepened his smile at Cheng Huan, and then turned his head. Said to his son: You may not have this chance.

Xingxing didn't believe it: Why?

This bag is limited edition and is now sold out.

But you didn't tell me before! The little guy was very unconvinced.

Really? Jiang Mingyuan put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth, a little rogue: Dad didn't know about it before.

Dad, you lied to me!

Xingxing had an aggrieved face and glared at his father angrily. However, the one being stared at showed no reaction. After finishing his meal, he put down his bowl, came over, touched his head, and kissed his son on the face: Dad. Go to work and listen to your mother at home.”

Then he straightened up, faced Cheng Huan, and said goodbye.

Cheng Huan: ...Goodbye.

Because of what happened in the morning, no one came to see Jiang Mingyuan off when he went out that day. He didn't care about it. He was in a good mood and even took the initiative to give Qi Shan a bonus.

His good mood lasted for several days until the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.

As the Spring Festival approaches, people in the company are in a state of flux. Some employees who live far away have already asked for leave in advance and gone home, while the rest are looking forward to the annual meeting, year-end bonuses, and planning how to spend the Spring Festival.

Jiang Mingyuan also has a plan for this. He will go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors on New Year's Eve. He usually only comes back on the second day of the Lunar New Year. From the third to the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, he has four days of free time when he works, which is enough for him to go out and play. He has already decided on the place and arranged all the itineraries, trying to make them have fun.

Then at this time, he received a call from Gu Mingli, saying that he would not be at home this year.

The shipping company's equity change in country M has not yet been completed, but Jiang Xudong has already gone there, saying he wanted to get familiar with the environment there first.

Jiang Mingyuan knew that Jiang Xudong was gone and she wouldn't stay in the country for long, but she didn't expect it to be so soon. She was not even willing to wait for the New Year! He pursed his lips into a straight line, and his good mood was completely ruined by one sentence. He asked coldly: Why don't you wait until New Year's Eve to pay your father's grave before leaving?

The custom here is that they have to worship their ancestors before having the New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve.

However, after waiting for more than thirty years, Gu Mingli finally had the opportunity to be with her sweetheart openly, so how could she want to continue wasting time? And to be honest, she felt a little guilty about her emotional cheating, and didn't really dare to see her dead husband.

I have already worshiped your father. In fact, no, but Gu Mingli said it without any guilt. The voice coming from the phone was a bit weak. She coughed twice and said to her son over there: Mom doesn't want to be here at this time either. Come on, I also want us, mother and son, to have a reunion New Year, but you also know how bad the air will be during the Spring Festival. The doctor said that my body can’t stand it and I should go to recuperate as soon as possible without delaying it.”

When Jiang Mingyuan heard these words, his expression became even colder. A sarcastic smile appeared on his face, and his voice seemed to be mixed with ice: I know, I have something to do with you during the New Year. I wish you a speedy recovery.

It's okay, just stay well at home. Gu Mingli didn't dare to let him go with her. She was overjoyed when she heard this and said a lot of words to show the affection between mother and son.

Jiang Mingyuan listened to what she said without any fluctuation in his expression. He took a sip of water and stopped her when the other party was about to hang up the phone: Mom, I hope you won't regret it.

Gu Mingli keenly sensed a hint of danger and asked suspiciously, What do you mean?

It's not interesting. I have other things to do and you are busy.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Over there in the villa, Gu Mingli was a little panicked after the call was hung up. She held her phone and walked back and forth in the living room of the villa. The sun was shining brightly outside, but the wind still carried a biting chill. Gu Mingli shivered from the wind. She quickly walked a few steps and closed the door. She stretched out her hand to touch her face. The skin on her face was still smooth and tender, but the muscles under the skin were still soft. But it has relaxed, and she is no longer young.

She has been obsessed with it all her life. She has been looking forward to it for more than thirty years. How can she back down when she is about to succeed? Her son just said a word, how could she be so panicked?

Gu Mingli kept mentally building herself up, and finally succeeded in convincing herself. She called the nanny loudly and ordered her to pack her luggage.

The next day, Jiang Mingyuan was informed that Gu Mingli had gone abroad. She had emptied most of her belongings and exchanged all the savings in her name for the currency of country M. She had obviously made plans not to come back.

I understand. Jiang Mingyuan's voice was calm, and he could no longer see the angry look from yesterday. He put down the phone and then contacted another person: The person has arrived. Just follow what I said before.

good.

…

The annual meeting of Jiang's headquarters is scheduled for the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, occupying the largest banquet hall in a super five-star hotel in S City. The annual meeting starts at six o'clock, with dinner, performances and lottery draws, and ends at about eleven o'clock.

Family members can be brought to the annual meeting. Jiang Mingyuan invited Cheng Huan to come there a few days ago but was rejected. Today he asked again without giving up.

No way. Cheng Huan hesitated but shook his head: It's not appropriate for me to change my identity.

Just go with a suitable identity. Jiang Mingyuan bent down and leaned on the back of the sofa with one hand, with a very serious look on his handsome face: The Civil Affairs Bureau is not on holiday yet, so there is still time to go through the procedures.

No, no! Upon hearing this, Cheng Huan was stunned for a moment, then he shrank back to the corner with a blushing face, and waved his hands nonchalantly.

We haven’t even started dating yet, so it would be too scary to jump directly to the marriage step!

Seeing her hasty refusal, a trace of disappointment flashed in Jiang Mingyuan's eyes. He straightened his back, rubbed his hands on her hair, and handed the steps down to himself: I was joking.