The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

As early as when Jiang Mingyuan learned about the existence of stars, he had checked Cheng Huan's past.

It was impossible to say that there was no grudge at that time.

It's just that he didn't have any other thoughts about Cheng Huan at first. He only regarded the other person as a stranger, and the awkwardness in his heart only existed for a short time. Later, when he was involuntarily attracted because they were so comfortable together, it was already difficult to connect the person he knew with the woman in the information.

Because he had already accepted these things and was mentally prepared, Jiang Mingyuan was not affected much when he saw the commotion on the Internet. He was more worried about Cheng Huan, fearing that she would be in a bad mood after seeing it.

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Jiang Mingyuan's people acted very quickly. In just half an hour, all the true and false revelations about Cheng Huan that had been abuzz on the Internet disappeared, and the public's attention was attracted by other gossip.

This situation is obviously not what the people behind the scenes want to see. They are like a dying fish offshore, constantly using the only channels to send out things that slander women over and over again.

Jiang Mingyuan frowned when he saw these new posts, feeling that his subordinates' ability to do things had deteriorated. He opened the chat software to look for the target. Before he could send out the words of reprimand, his eyes were attracted by one of the titles.

In order to attract traffic, the titles of these posts were very sensational, and the same was true for the article that caught Jiang Mingyuan's attention.

He didn't click in. He stopped moving, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and suddenly asked the woman beside him: How long have you been learning to cook?

Cheng Huan didn't expect that he would suddenly talk to her. He was stunned for a moment and then said: It's been twenty years. I learned to hold a kitchen knife from my grandfather when I was very young.

After saying this, she felt that she had made a mistake. The original owner lived with her maternal grandparents. How could she learn cooking from her grandfather at a young age? What's more, the original owner's grandfather was not a cook either.

She was worried, afraid that the man would hear something wrong, so she secretly observed for a moment and found that there was nothing wrong with him, and then she felt relieved.

Jiang Mingyuan was curious: Your cooking skills were taught by your grandfather?

Ah, right.

So that's it. Jiang Mingyuan suddenly realized, and his expression looked normal: You are such a good cook, but you didn't know how delicious grandpa's cooking would be.

When Cheng Huan heard his name, he felt a little sweet in his heart. Seeing that the other party didn't look suspicious, he couldn't help but start to show off: Of course the food made by grandpa is delicious, much better than mine. When I was a child, there were red and white weddings all over the country. Find him!

Little did she know that Jiang Mingyuan's heart was already filled with huge waves!

He didn't say he knew the other party's past by heart, but he also knew it roughly. According to the information, the other party didn't spend much time with his grandfather. How could he learn this cooking skill?

Jiang Mingyuan didn't think Cheng Huan was lying just now. He believed in the other person's character, and his knife skills were the best proof of it.

If it’s not the girlfriend’s fault, then there must be something wrong with the information! And the information will be wrong, and there may only be a mole around you! Jiang Mingyuan immediately suspected his mother and those uncles. Could it be that those people deliberately told him false news and then waited for this opportunity to be exposed again?

Although he didn't know what the purpose of those people was, Jiang Mingyuan was really shocked by this speculation. He went through the people around him and felt that everyone seemed to have a problem.

The seeds of suspicion were planted and took root as quickly as possible. With a serious look on his face, Jiang Mingyuan looked like a storm was about to come. He passed over the suspects and contacted others to check all these people.

There are many people he suspects, and the results are slow to come out. It will take at least half a month before there is any news. Jiang Mingyuan was not too anxious and ignored the instructions, focusing on other things again.

The rumors about Cheng Huan have been completely suppressed, but Jiang Mingyuan still has a lot to do. Mainly projects in country I. The group has invested heavily there. The losses suffered this time due to the tsunami are not small. Many unfinished projects need to be rescheduled. Those that have been completed but damaged also need to be repaired. , coupled with the large and small problems in various domestic projects, he estimates that he will not be idle this month.

Time passes quickly when you are busy, as if you haven't done anything yet and it's time to get off work.

Because Cheng Huan and Xingxing came with them, Jiang Mingyuan didn't plan to work overtime and turned off the computer as soon as the time was up.

Cheng Huan and her son played with the Rubik's Cube all afternoon, and finally succeeded in restoring it once after Baidu. She didn't have much sense of accomplishment, she just felt a headache. Seeing Jiang Mingyuan stand up felt like relief, and she couldn't wait to stand up: Let's go back. ?

Yeah. Jiang Mingyuan saw her smiling face, and the fatigue from the afternoon's work seemed to disappear instantly. He put on his suit, walked over and pecked her lips: Are you bored?

Cheng Huan replied hypocritically: It's not bad.

Jiang Mingyuan glanced at her countless times throughout the afternoon. How could he mistake her? He smiled without saying a word, leaned over to pick up the listless Xingxing, and led his girlfriend out.

Xingxing leaned in his father's arms and began to secretly complain: Dad, my mother and I played with the Rubik's Cube all afternoon.

The subject of the complaint responded calmly: Really?

Mom hasn't recovered after playing for a long time. The child secretly glanced at the fat mother with a dangerous expression, and whispered in his father's ear: Dad, isn't mom a little stupid?

There was his son on one side and his partner on the other. Jiang Mingyuan sided with the partner without hesitation. He patted his son's butt and said, No nonsense.

I don't!

Have you forgotten how long it took you to learn the Rubik's Cube? Jiang Mingyuan reminded his son: Mom is much faster than you.

Xingxing groaned angrily, pouting her little mouth and saying nothing. He didn't remember that he was helpless when faced with this little toy!

However, memory is such a wonderful thing. Sometimes you can't even remember it even if you think about it. Sometimes you don't want to recall it, but you remember it clearly.

Five-year-old Jiang Mingyuan encountered this problem. His father only gave a reminder, and a comic book collection of failed attempts at playing the Rubik's Cube was already playing in his mind.

The more the little guy thought about it, the worse he felt. He didn't want to admit that he was the fool with his memory, but he couldn't deceive himself. Xingxing struggled for a long time. When he was almost home, he decided to recognize the facts. He turned to look at his mother and whispered awkwardly. Apology: I'm sorry, Mom.

Ah? Cheng Huan didn't know what he was doing.

Dad is right, mom is much smarter than me. When the child spoke, his little mouth was so pouted that it could hang a bottle of oil, but he still said it all: I shouldn't think mom is stupid, I am the stupidest one. .”

After saying this, the star child sadly dropped a drop of silver beans.

Cheng Huan saw him feeling distressed and amused at the same time, and she didn't know what expression to use. She glanced at Jiang Mingyuan and found that the man was also dumbfounded.

Fortunately, Xingxing is a very strong child, and he has already adjusted before his parents figured out how to comfort him. He clenched his little fists, with childish perseverance on his face: But I will get smarter and smarter in the future!

Okay, mom believes in you.

Jiang Mingyuan then said, Dad believes it too.

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No matter how hard Jiang Mingyuan tried to prevent it, Cheng Huan still found out what had happened on the third day.

I asked this from my own store clerk.

Ordinary melon eaters may not be able to remember the appearance of the protagonist after gossiping, but this is not the case for the staff of the mutton restaurant. After knowing each other for several months, how could they not recognize that the rumored heroine is their boss?

After reading the boss's true and false past, when the clerks saw Cheng Huan again, their expressions and demeanor were always a little awkward. They were a little self-possessed and had a good relationship with her, and even asked roundabout questions.

So the person who realized it later finally found this not very fragrant melon in the screenshot of the employee's mobile phone.

After reading the whole story, Cheng Huan had only one thought: It turned out that Jiang Mingyuan's phone was broken because of this.

She didn't do the things herself, so she had no sense of agency and didn't feel any embarrassment. If she was worried, she was just a little worried that Jiang Mingyuan might have a grudge against her because of this?

However, judging from the performance in the past few days, there should be no such thing, and there is even a faint trend of going further. The other party has been returning later and later these days, and Cheng Huan is not sure how long he can last.

Hey, just remember it, it's not a big deal.

Thinking of the man's increasingly intense gaze, Cheng Huan's ears felt a little hot. She returned the phone to the employee, checked the accounts of the previous few days as usual, and went to the kitchen to study new dishes with the chef.

The new dishes have been studied for some time, and they have been improving during this period. During the discussion, the chef made the dish. Cheng Huan picked up the chopsticks and was about to taste it. When he glanced at the counter next to him from the corner of his eye, he seemed to remember something. Suddenly stood there.

What did Jiang Mingyuan ask her the day before yesterday? Who did you learn your cooking skills from?

Ruined! ! !

These three big words popped up in Cheng Huan's mind. When the Internet was about to reveal the eighteenth generation of his ancestors, how could Jiang Mingyuan not know that there was something wrong with what he said?

He knew there was a problem, why didn't he say anything? Cheng Huan was in a panic, and all kinds of random conjectures came to mind. One moment he thought that Jiang Mingyuan didn't take what he said online to heart, and the next moment he thought that the man must just be playing with her, so he didn't care what she was like.

She looked ugly, and the kitchen staff also noticed.

Boss, are you feeling unwell?

The voice of questioning brought her back to her senses. Cheng Huan blinked twice and shook his head and said it was okay. She was eager to know the answer to the question in her heart and could not do anything else. She put down her chopsticks and said to the chef next to her. He said: I still have something to do at home, so I'll leave first.

Boss, don't you want to take a bite? The chef was waiting to comment, but he couldn't react when the boss suddenly changed his mind.

No, you just have to make up your own mind.

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Because of this accident, Cheng Huan came back much earlier than scheduled, and it was less than four o'clock when he got home.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't get off work. Xingxing went to the company with his father. The large house seemed particularly quiet. Cheng Huan did not contact the man. She sat on the carpet with her hands folded and pressed against her forehead. Weeds seemed to be growing wildly in her heart. .

Time moved forward bit by bit, and the living room gradually darkened. There was a slight sound outside the door, and then the door was opened, and familiar footsteps walked in.

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The room was dark, and Jiang Mingyuan was confused. He hugged the stars, and when he walked in and saw the figure in front of the sofa, he felt relieved: Why don't you turn on the lights?

He put down the star and pressed the switch. The crystal lamp in the living room glowed brightly, which was a bit dazzling.

The person in front of the sofa didn't respond.

What's wrong? Jiang Mingyuan approached and squatted down: Is there something uncomfortable?