The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

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After receiving a satisfactory answer, Jiang Mingyuan became much more behaved, and the arms around his waist were loosened a little, allowing Cheng Huan to finally have some room to move.

She moved on the man's lap, relaxing her legs that were numb from sitting down. The man behind her sniffed her neck like a puppy, and her breath tickled her a little.

Cheng Huan patted the hand on his waist. The man snorted softly and moved the lips on his neck.

Let go and drink the hangover soup first.

Yeah. It was the same monotonous voice, but this time he seemed to have listened. After a moment, the arms around his waist finally let go.

Cheng Huan stood up immediately, walked a few steps on the ground to relieve the stiffness in his legs, breathed a long sigh of relief, picked up the sobering soup and tested the temperature.

After such a long time, the hangover soup has completely lost its temperature, and the wall of the bowl is still a little cold to the touch.

The food must not be drinkable. Cheng Huan was going to make a new one. She held the bowl and turned to Jiang Mingyuan and said, Wait here for a while, and I will make a new sobering soup for you.

The man didn't react at all, just stared at her, and when she turned to leave, he immediately followed her.

He was drunk and his balance was a bit poor. It was better not to rush. But when he was in a hurry, he bumped into the coffee table. The hard glass hit his leg painfully. Jiang Mingyuan frowned, bent down to help him, and continued to move forward.

Cheng Huan walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took a look, looking helpless.

There was almost no fire at Jiang Mingyuan's house, and the refrigerator was empty, not even a bottle of mineral water, so the hangover soup ingredients in a tea-green gift box became particularly conspicuous.

The box is not big, only about a palm wide, and the contents are carefully divided into portions. When needed, you can just take out one portion and cook it directly. Cheng Huan read the instructions, took out an ingredient, walked into the kitchen and started cooking soup.

When she was making soup, Jiang Mingyuan followed behind like a large pendant. He seemed to be suffering from skin hunger and thirst, and he was stuck together all the time. Cheng Huan looked at the fire while enduring the pain behind him. People harass me from time to time.

The hangover soup was cooked and poured into a bowl. The person behind her didn't know whether it was subconsciousness or something. He took the pot from her hand and was about to wash it, but he forgot that this was his own kitchen, let alone dishwashing liquid. , not even a quick rag.

The man held the soup pot in his hand. He stood there for a while, then turned on the faucet and prepared to use his hands.

Leave it alone, you don't have a part-time job, so you don't need to wash it. Cheng Huan watched the excitement from the side. After seeing enough, she stopped him. She stepped forward and patted the person's arm, and asked the person to put the pot down first. Something to drink.

Cheng Huan didn't put much water when cooking the sobering soup. The temperature was already suitable for the mouth. Jiang Mingyuan put the pot on, took the bowl in her hand, and drank the dark soup with a strange smell in one gulp.

The hangover soup doesn't look very good in appearance, but the effect is pretty good. Not long after drinking it, the annoying headache was relieved a lot. The wrinkles between Jiang Mingyuan's brows smoothed out a little, and he felt sleepy. He put down the bowl, hugged the person in front of him again, and hugged him to go out: Sleep.

Alas! Cheng Huan was held in someone's arms, and she couldn't see the way under her feet. She groaned several times to no avail. The man just kept this awkward posture and led her into the bedroom step by step.

This is the first time Cheng Huan has entered this room. Like Jiang Mingyuan, the decoration style of the other party's bedroom is also cold and hard. It is full of black and white and gray, and it looks worse than a hotel.

After entering the room and closing the door, Jiang Mingyuan used this gesture to take the person to the bathroom, then put the person aside, squeezed out toothpaste and started brushing his teeth.

Cheng Huan stood aside, feeling that she had become a decoration that he couldn't put down. He couldn't leave his sight, and even when he was washing his face, he had to stare at her.

After Jiang Mingyuan washed up, he began to take off his clothes and prepare to take a shower. He unbuttoned the buttons with one hand, took off the cufflinks and put them aside, took off his suit and threw away the tie, and then came to his shirt.

The buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned one by one, revealing the full muscles of the collarbone and chest, followed by the neatly arranged abdominal muscles, and the mermaid lines on both sides of the lower abdomen that were hidden under the suit pants.

The pure white shirt fell to the ground. Cheng Huan swallowed, resisted the urge to touch it and turned her head away. She cleared her throat and spoke slightly quickly: I'll go out first.

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to react, he quickly rushed out of the bathroom, closed the door behind his back, leaned against the door and took a deep breath.

I'm going back. You can go to bed early after taking a shower. She stood outside the door and said to the vague figure inside. After speaking, she hurried out of the door as if someone was chasing her.

There was no trace of the other person in the bathroom, and even the footsteps were gradually fading away. Jiang Mingyuan stopped what he was doing, stared at the door for a long time, then looked away, chuckled, and continued his work.

He was indeed drunk, but not as serious as Qi Shan thought. When Cheng Huan came over, he actually still had a trace of sobriety. It was just because of the alcohol that he did some things that he had wanted to do for a long time but did not have the courage to try.

It seems to be working pretty well now.

Jiang Mingyuan stood under the shower, raising his head and letting the water rush down. He was still a little drunk after all, and his control over his body was not as good as usual. He accidentally let the water flow back into his trachea, choking him and coughing continuously. He just coughed and coughed. As he spoke, the curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider.

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Cheng Huan suffered a lot of stimulation at night, so of course she had insomnia. Her mind was in a mess. As soon as she closed her eyes, all kinds of imaginary scenes came flooding in. There were all kinds of clips. Maybe she was thinking about the wedding a second ago. At the scene, the next second it became a dispute between the two and a fight.

Cheng Huan stayed up until dawn as if he had watched a movie all night. When the alarm clock rang, she covered her forehead and sat up from the bed. After a moment of dizziness, she lay back down again, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and continued to try to sleep.

Probably because she was too sleepy, Cheng Huan actually fell asleep this time, without even a knock on the door waking her up.

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When Xingxing woke up in the morning, the house was quiet. Not only were there no voices, but there was also no familiar aroma of food.

He put on his little slippers and walked around the kitchen to make sure there was nothing to eat. He then walked back and went to the master bedroom door to open the door and go in.

The little guy's hand touched the doorknob. He didn't know what he thought of but he pulled it back. He clenched his hand into a fist and imitated his father and knocked on the door three times with his knuckles.

There was no response from the door. Xingxing waited for a while and knocked again, then eagerly opened the door and walked in.

The bed in the master bedroom was quite large. When you pushed it open, you could see a bulge on the bed. Xingxing walked to the head of the bed and climbed up. Finally, he saw half of his mother's face under the quilt. He leaned over and whispered a few words. , stopped barking without waking anyone, pouted and climbed out of bed, quietly went out and closed the door.

In the past, there were times when Cheng Huan couldn't get up in the morning. Xingxing already had some experience in how to fill his stomach. He opened the refrigerator, stepped on a small stool and took out a can of milk and a small cake, then connected it with hot water and put it in. Put the milk box in, kneel on the dining table stool to open the cake package, take a mouthful with a spoon and eat it, chew it twice and close your eyes.

The cake is so delicious!

For the sake of his health, Cheng Huan usually wouldn't let him eat too many sweets, and Xingxing especially cherished the opportunity to eat cake. However, he had only taken two bites when there was a noise at the door. The child turned his head alertly, put down his spoon and crawled After getting off the dining chair, as soon as I turned around, I saw Jiang Mingyuan walking in.

Alcohol paralyzed the nerves, so Jiang Mingyuan did not suffer from insomnia due to excitement last night, but the hangover was uncomfortable. When he woke up, his head still hurt, and his limbs felt a little numb. It should be that the alcohol had not been metabolized yet.

Although he felt uncomfortable, Jiang Mingyuan was full of energy. He still remembered what happened last night, and remembered that Cheng Huan agreed to his pursuit. Recalling those scenes, he felt like there was a fire burning in his heart.

Jiang Mingyuan was excited and afraid that Cheng Huan was just perfunctory with him yesterday, so as soon as he woke up, he washed up as quickly as possible and went downstairs.

He moved quickly and was a little nervous when he reached the door. He rarely cared about his appearance. Facing the bright elevator, he straightened out the uneven hair on his forehead before opening the door and walking in.

Jiang Mingyuan thought a lot about what he would say when he saw Cheng Huan, but when he actually walked in, what he saw was not the person who made his heart burning.

It's a little bean sprout with butter on the corner of its mouth.

Little Douding glanced at him, called daddy, climbed onto the chair again, and continued to eat his cake.

Jiang Mingyuan looked at what he was eating and frowned: Why do you eat this in the morning? Where is mom?

Mom is sleeping, so I can't wake her up. Xingxing scooped up another large piece of cake, and before he stuffed it into his mouth, someone grabbed his hand.

Jiang Mingyuan took the spoon out of his son's hand, put it aside, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth: Dad, I'll take you to have breakfast.

Oh, okay. Xingxing glanced at the uneaten cake with regret and nodded in agreement.

Everything else is delicious anyway.

Jiang Mingyuan took Xingxing out and left a note before leaving. The father and son finished breakfast and packed another one for the person at home. However, when the breakfast was completely cold, there was no sign of the master bedroom door being opened. .

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Cheng Huan slept until the afternoon. When she woke up, the sun was already in the west. She sat on the bed, stretched out, touched her phone and checked the time.

Staring at the numbers on the screen, Cheng Huan almost rolled out of bed. She made sure there were no mistakes several times before hurriedly lifting the quilt and getting out of bed barefoot.

Solving personal hygiene problems as quickly as possible, Cheng Huan opened the door and went out.

The father and son were both in the living room. They heard the sound and looked over at the same time. The gaze was too hot. Cheng Huan subconsciously looked down at his clothes. After making sure that there was nothing wrong, he raised his head and smiled at the two people on the sofa.

Mom, you've been sleeping for a long time. Dad and I have finished lunch! Xingxing trotted over and handed her the paper box he was carrying: Mom, are you hungry? Let's eat cake.

Cheng Huan just woke up and didn't feel hungry yet, not to mention he didn't like eating cakes very much. Hearing this, he refused: Mom won't eat this, Xingxing can eat it himself.

The child felt a little distressed when he gave the gift. It took him a long time to get this cake before his father agreed to compensate him. When his mother didn’t want it, Xingxing happily took it back, patted his chest and said, Mom, what are you eating? I’ll give it to you. purchase.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the person next to him and changed his words: Dad bought it for mom.

Okay, you go play games. Jiang Mingyuan stood aside, rubbed his son's head and left: Dad has something to tell mom.

Cheng Huan's cheeks were slightly red, and he heard Xingxing ask: What's going on?

Jiang Mingyuan looked at Cheng Huan and said to the little guy: Things that children shouldn't know.

Why can't children know?

No reason.

Xingxing's eyes wandered between his parents many times, and finally he nodded reluctantly, sighing in a particularly vicissitude: Well, you adults just have a lot to do.

After saying that, he walked away with his short legs.

Without the blinding light bulb, Jiang Mingyuan became more aggressive. He walked in slowly, forced Cheng Huan to the corner, looked at her many times, then lowered his head and said in her ear: I thought You regret it.

No, no. Cheng Huan was originally a little shy and didn't know how to face people, but seeing that this person was as uneasy as herself, she felt a lot of courage rise in her heart.

Cheng Huan tried to lean forward a little, put his arms around the person in front of him, rested his head on his chest, and whispered, I won't regret it.