The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun: 64.064
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Cheng Huan was put out by this person's words, and he didn't dare to suffer anymore. Eat quietly as if it doesn't exist.
But she wants to be quiet, others don't think so.
Xing Xing took a mouthful of sauerkraut, and he did not finish eating the sauerkraut, and the sauerkraut was still dragging on his chin. He stuffed the remaining half into his mouth with his hands, chewed, chewed, swallowed, and showed his existence with his mouth full of oil. feel.
"I look good too!"
That's all about him!
Cheng Huan gave his son a blank look, and the person opposite gave another chuckle. He leaned forward and wiped off the oil stains on the child's mouth, looked carefully, and then affirmed: "Our stars are indeed beautiful."
This is true. Cheng Huan and Jiang Mingyuan have good genes, and the stars will also pick up long. Although they are still small, the facial features can already tell that Junxiu is coming, even those short legs seem to be A little longer than children of the same age.
The little guy must seem very happy after getting his father's, but he still has to ask his mother to express his attitude. He is well versed in the skill of entanglement, and Cheng Huan is annoyed by him. .
Xingxing was satisfied and happily ate another big mouthful of rice. He bulged his cheeks and said slurredly: "Mom, you look good too!"
Then he was knocked on the head. Cheng Huan sternly said, "Don't talk while eating."
The kid who said good things but didn't pay off with a grieved face, obediently chewed the contents of his mouth and swallowed it, then opened his mouth wide: "Mom, I'm finished!"
"Hmm."
"Can I speak now?"
"Say it."
The little guy is very arrogant, squinting at his hips and opening his mouth without knowing what to say. After holding back for a long time, he suffocated a sentence: "This fish is delicious."
Cheng Huan: "..."
After eating, Jiang Mingyuan washed the dishes as usual, and played with the stars for a while, and then said he would take a bath.
"Go." This is not the first time Jiang Ming has done this work. Cheng Huan is very relieved to hand over his son.
The area of the house is small, and the bathroom only has a shower. Before bathing his son, Jiang Mingyuan took off his suit, unbuttoned his shirt, rolled up his shirt cuffs, and rolled his pants a few times. He turned on the heater and waited until the temperature in the room was high before he began to undress the stars.
When Cheng Huan gave Xingxing a suit, the little guy was generally behaved, but if he changed to Jiang Mingyuan, he became a little devil alive. Cheng Huan stayed outside, calmly treating the play 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 it. She opened the closet and took out the change of clothes and handed it over: "You too."
Jiang Mingyuan nodded and took it. Cheng Huan took out the hair dryer to blow the stars. The three of them were separated by a frosted door. The sound of water and the hair dryer were intertwined, messy and harmonious.
After blowing his hair, Cheng Huan stuffed his son into the quilt, took out a storybook and prepared to tell him a story, the little guy quit.
"I want Dad to tell a story."
"Okay, you have the final say." Cheng Huan squeezed his little nose, put the storybook aside, and sat aside to play with his mobile phone.
Jiang Mingyuan came out of the shower, simply dried his hair, and was about to leave. He knocked on the door and walked into the bedroom, and saw his son beckoning to him, "Daddy, can you tell me a story?"
He was slightly taken aback, not knowing what was going on.
"Go, your son already dislikes me." Cheng Huan said with a disgusted expression, he snorted, pointing to the stack of storybooks beside the bed, and said to Jiang Mingyuan.
Jiang Mingyuan hesitated a little: "I...n't tried it."
"It's okay, just read to the book." Cheng Huan has a wealth of experience in fooling children. Hearing this, he taught him the experience: "It's used for hypnosis anyway."
Jiang Mingyuan: "..."
"Okay." Accepting this setting in his heart, Jiang Mingyuan straightened his lips and walked over, picked up a storybook, flipped to one of the stories, looked at it left and right, just stood by the bed and prepared to start. speak.
He is tall, so standing on the side of the bed is quite deterrent. The star looked at him sideways, and then put his little hand out of the bed and beckoned: "Dad, sit down."
There is only a chair in front of the dressing table in the bedroom. The cushion is pink and matches the color of the mirror frame.
Jiang Mingyuan took a look, paused, put down the book and waited for a while, then turned to go out, and after a while, he moved over to a dining chair.
He moved the chair to the bed, sat down, opened the story book, 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 disliked his own dark feathers and not prestigious. He felt that the peacock was beautiful. With the accumulation of envy and jealousy, he finally mustered up the courage to steal the peacock's hair and stick it on his body at night.
The feathers pierced into the depths through the skin, and the crow endured the pain, feeling that he was finally beautiful. However, the bright tail feathers on the black crow looked nondescript, not only unsightly, but also caused a lot of ridicule from friends.
The story is quite educational. In the end, the crow understood that he was the best and learned to appreciate himself. He returned the feathers to the peacock, confessed his mistakes to the other party, and was sent to the animal prison for reformation.
However, Xingxing’s focus is not on punishment for doing wrong, not always jealous of others, etc. He is only curious about what a crow looks like.
Jiang Mingyuan put a story book on his lap, looking at his son on the bed, he sighed unnoticeably. He took out his phone, searched for the crow, zoomed in and placed it in front of the star: "It looks like this."
"It's so cool!" A four-year-old boy, black is the most beautiful color in his mind. The stars looked at the crow on the picture with wide eyes, and then retracted his head: "I think the crow is better than the peacock. Pretty!"
"Yeah." Jiang Mingyuan responded indifferently, closed the book in his hand and put it aside, he got up to tuck the quilt for Xingxing, and whispered: "The story is over, it's time to sleep."
"But I'm not sleepy yet." Xingxing opened his eyes and looked at his father eagerly. Jiang Mingyuan felt relieved when he looked at him, and said, "Then what story do you want to hear? Dad tells you."
The little guy gave a long hum from his nose, then rolled his eyes and said: "Dad, are you talking about the new house?"
Jiang Mingyuan glanced at Cheng Huan, and seeing that she had nothing to say, he sat back and said yes.
"The new house has three bedrooms and two halls, and each bedroom is equipped with a separate bathroom..." After leaving the textbook and work, Jiang Mingyuan's explanation seemed extraordinarily dry, but the stars listened with interest and kept asking Various details, compared with the current place of residence.
"There are three bedrooms, one for mother, one for stars, and one for guests." Jiang Mingyuan's voice did not fluctuate, and after he saw the kid's face he added: "You are older, Sleeping with my mother will be laughed at by other children."
Xing Xing’s mouth was pouted and he stared at his father for a long time, then looked up at Cheng Huan at the end of the bed, his voice lamented: "Mom!"
"Huh?" Cheng Huan raised his head from the screen of the phone and glanced at his son: "What's the matter?"
"Dad won't let me sleep with you!"
"Oh, yes." Cheng Huan nodded in agreement: "You are a big kid, you should sleep by yourself."
The hopeful mother stood on the opposite side mercilessly. The stars were not hit by the result. Her mouth bulged like a puffer fish. She slept and stuffed herself into the bed again, revealing only two eyes. He hummed heavily and tried to find a place for himself: "I won't sleep with you either!"
Cheng Huan shrugged, oh, very cold and ruthless.
She doesn’t really reject Xingxing’s sleeping with herself, but she read a report two days ago, saying that five or six-year-old children are already in the budding stage of sexuality, and parents should not think that children don’t understand. Not defensive.
And... the little guy is too curious, sometimes it's inconvenient.
For example, the last time Aunt Cheng Huan came to her, she accidentally stained the sheets while sleeping. The next day she got up and saw the stars, she asked her mother if she was injured in horror, so she didn’t know what to say. It took him a long time to convince him that his mother was not sick or dying.
So no matter how unhappy my son is, he must sleep in separate beds.
Generally speaking, Xingxing is a very optimistic person. He was only upset when he heard the bad news for a while. Before Jiang Mingyuan could figure out how to coax him, he figured it out by himself, and he was resurrected with blood and continued to ask about the new house. Things.
"Dad, where do I put my toys?"
"Toys are placed upstairs. Dad has cleaned up a big toy room for you. If you want to play with toys, just take the elevator up."
The elevators in the apartment are all directly entering the house, but Xingxing didn't know, he thought it was like his own home, and ran up to reopen the door.
So Jiang Mingyuan told him the difference in elevators, and even the house he lived in.
He occupies a three-story apartment alone, and there are many free rooms. After listening to the stars, he did not understand: "Why leave the room empty?"
"Because no one lives."
"Mom and I can live." The star changed his position, lying flat on the bed in a big font, looking at his father with a tilted face: "Dad, I don't want to take the elevator to play with toys."
In fact, he still didn't understand the kind of home elevator, and always found it very troublesome to go up and downstairs.
Jiang Mingyuan looked at Cheng Huan and hesitated.
"It's okay, let him live with you." Cheng Huan was slightly taken aback, and then said calmly.
Anyway, it's just going up and down. It doesn't make much difference where you live.
However, this didn't fix the little guy. He had to make an inch of it: "Does mother live in the big house alone? Why does mother come to live together?"
The next time Cheng Huan was so slow, she would find that the problem was wrong. She put her phone in her pocket and walked to the other side to look at the stars, her eyes dangerous: "Say, what do you want to do?"
Xingxing was frightened by his mother's tone and shrank back into the bed, but what I should say is that he murmured through the bed: "I want my mother and father to live together."
After saying a word, he got bolder again, opened 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, but this is definitely right!
He stared, thinking with great momentum.