The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun: 65.065

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No matter how powerful the poor little Dou Ding is, sometimes he can't help himself.

For example now.

Cheng Huan heard him say this and thought it was Jiang Mingyuan who taught him. She couldn't help feeling a little nervous, but when she looked over, she found that the other party was also surprised, so she calmed down again.

She raised her mouth slightly to Jiang Mingyuan, stretched out her hand to push her son on the bed, and covered it with the quilt: "What do you do when you get up, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

The star struggled angrily: "Mom, I'm talking to you about business!"

Cheng Huan used one hand to press on the quilt to prevent her son from getting up: "Your business now is to sleep.

The little poor little who had limited freedom was suppressed by just one sentence.

He reluctantly uttered an oh, pouting, and looking at his innocent dad with infinite grievances, quite a bit angry.

It's a kid, no matter how unhappy it is, the stars still fall asleep after closing their eyes. Listening to his long breathing, Cheng Huan quietly breathed a sigh of relief, letting go of his tight back.

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

The door closed, and the man whispered don’t: "I'll go back first."

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

Said it was to give people away, but in fact it was just watching him into the elevator. The elevator stopped on the first floor, and probably someone was using it. After pressing it, there was no sign of coming up.

The two were silent, and 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 beating number, and whispered: "That... what the stars say at night, don't worry about him, he The child is ignorant."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Mingyuan turned his head and looked at her side face. His eyes were slightly darker. He asked, "Do you mean let us live together?"

It's the same thing, but individual differences cause the audience's feelings to be different.

When Xingxing talked about it, Cheng Huan was embarrassed and faintly nervous. When Jiang Mingyuan talked about this topic, her heart was more nervous, and she added some inexplicable chuckles.

She tried her best not to think about the meaning of the words, then nodded and gave a short "um".

The elevator reached the floor and 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 exhaled slowly, then said, "Actually, this is my wish."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Her gaze changed from a little dazed to surprise, some suspected that she had auditory hallucinations, Cheng Huan slowly turned her head, facing the person's not strong but firm enough attitude, she looked away a little embarrassed:" Stop kidding."

"No kidding." Jiang Mingyuan retracted his gaze, clenched his fists where no one was paying attention, and said at a slightly slower rate than usual: "Although it may be a bit abrupt to say that, I do want you to be me A member of the family."

"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 great ups and downs in her mood, and her excitement was comparable to a roller coaster. The tip of her tongue glided across her upper jaw, and the feedback of nerve endings helped her regain her language ability. Cheng Huanton After a pause, I chose the second question to reply: "If I refuse, what will happen?"

Does it mean that you don’t know each other directly?

"That should be something I am not very satisfied with." Jiang Mingyuan said as it should be: "You can bring it up, and I will try to correct it."

Cheng Huan: "..."

She doesn’t know how to speak. It’s impossible to say that she has no intentions of Jiang Mingyuan, but to really develop an unusual relationship with people, it’s not a small thing for a single dog for many years. Challenge.

She was afraid that this lifestyle was very different from the previous plan, and she was irresistibly attracted to another person. The balance of the two opinions in her heart could not overwhelm the other, so her face looked a little tangled.

Jiang Mingyuan regarded her silence as a silent rejection. He looked a little disappointed, and his face showed uncontrollable expression, but only for a moment, he returned to normal and said he knew it.

"I was abrupt, so I shouldn't be so anxious." He faced Cheng Huan and spoke calmly.

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

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

"I know." Jiang Mingyuan thoughtfully nodded his head without knowing what he was talking about. After speaking, he tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth raised, and he paused when he reached half of his hand. He was strong again. After the second half of the journey, I pressed Cheng Huanfa on the top and said to her: "I'm going back, see you tomorrow."

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

Cheng Huan gave away a person, but she didn’t expect to be thrown away. She couldn’t calm down anymore this time, as if she had been given a hold technique. Even if the other person disappeared, she still remained motionless. .

It's cold, and the wind at the entrance of the corridor is not small, and it keeps blowing on her body. When Cheng Huan regained her ability to think, she found that her body had already been cold and didn't feel anymore.

She shivered, stomped two steps on the ground, and opened the door with her stiff fingers holding the key. The house is very quiet, almost no sound can be heard. This kind of silence is suitable for thinking, so the head that has finally become awake is blocked by various spreading and growing thoughts.

On this day, Cheng Huan fell asleep very late. It was almost midnight when she went to bed. She turned off the light, stuffed herself into the bed, closed her eyes, and there was a mess in her mind, so she could only open her eyes and stare. I don't know what is in the dark void.

She didn’t know when she slept, and when she was in a daze, she felt what was going on in the room. She was too sleepy and couldn’t open her eyelids. She just wondered if it’s dawn again. Fell asleep.

When Cheng Huan really woke up, the sky was already bright, and the sun shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and it made people feel warm when they looked at it.

Sitting up from the bed, Cheng Huan looked around. Without seeing the stars, she knew it was late. She rubbed her face and picked up the phone on the side.

The screen at the top left shows eleven o'clock.

"Why is it so late?" Cheng Huan was a little surprised, and thought that this little star should have been hungry long ago, so he didn't care about those thoughts anymore and changed his clothes as quickly as possible.

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

"Mom gets up late and hasn't bought any vegetables yet, shall we have pineapple rice for lunch?"

"Okay." The stars always cheer for the things mom makes. He nodded his head when he heard the words, then pointed to the side and said: "Mom, this is given to you by an uncle."

"What is it?" He sat behind the coffee table, which was slightly higher, just blocking the sofa tightly. From Cheng Huan's angle, nothing could be seen.

She walked over in confusion, thinking it was a courier package, but when she walked in, she found a bunch of orange-red roses.

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

"An uncle."

"What does that uncle look like?"

Xingxing’s eyes were empty and looking back, but because of the time of contact, he really couldn’t remember the person’s appearance. After thinking about it for a long time, he shook his head: "I don’t know."

Cheng Huan: "..."

She actually guessed that the relationship between the original owner was complicated, but after Cheng Huan passed through, it was basically broken. Very few people know her new address. Among these people, except for the married and the children, only the married and the children are left. One Jiang Mingyuan.

But how could he send flowers?

Cheng Huan felt that this was not something Jiang Mingyuan would do at all. According to the other party's tens of thousands of years in a suit, how could he not use this method?

She kept looking for reasons to deny, but this thought couldn't be suppressed. She tightened her lips, put the flower on her hand on the coffee table, glanced at the stars, and walked a little hurriedly back to the bedroom.

She took out her mobile phone, opened the nearest contact, dialed, and the phone was connected. Cheng Huan cleared her throat and asked dryly: "Did you...have someone send flowers?"

"Yes, did you receive it?" Jiang Mingyuan admitted, turning a pen for signing with the finger of his right hand. His face was flat but his voice was a little soft: "I don't know which one you like, so I decided without authorization. , If you don’t like it, I will let them change."

The method of sending flowers was told by the assistant.

Went back from Cheng Huan's house yesterday, Jiang Mingyuan started looking for ways to chase people overnight. However, the online guides were a bit unreliable, so he went to consult Qi Shan again.

As the chief assistant, Qi Shan has completely adapted to the boss's recent anomaly. Even when he heard the boss ask how to chase the girl, he was silent for a moment and gave his advice.

He said a lot, nothing more than enthusiasm and attentiveness and occasional surprises. Jiang Mingyuan wrote down what he said little by little, ready to try them out one by one.

The first thing I did was send flowers.

Qi Shan said that flowers are also exquisite, so Jiang Mingyuan asked the clerk for the specific meaning before choosing, and finally chose the orange-red rose-which not only expresses his heart, but also does not appear too languid.

……

Cheng Huan no longer knows how to express her feelings, as if she has met that person again, she sighed, her eyes drooped, her empty fingers twisted together, and her voice was filled with joy that could not be concealed: "This is good, there is no need to change it."

"Okay, I will give this one from now on."

"Cough." Cheng Huan was choked by his words, blushing and waving to the air: "Don't be so troublesome, it's wasteful."

"If you like it, don't waste it."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Cheng Huan was very unwilling to be beaten up by someone's words, and biting her lower lip couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from rising. Her ears were so hot, she pressed her throat, and hurriedly found an excuse, and ended with That person's call.

The call was hung up, Cheng Huan put the phone in front of her chest, grinned out two little tiger teeth, some wanted to sing.

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

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

When the star saw her movements, he would come and smell it too. He had to bury his head in the bouquet, and he sucked so hard that he was choked by pollen.

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

Then asked: "Mom, did you find who sent the flowers?"

"Found it."

"Who is it?"

"Your father."

Xingxing puzzled: "Why does 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 him to shut up, but she still couldn't skip the topic with his curious eyes.

"Because Dad likes Mom, he will give flowers."

It's too strange to say that another person likes her personally. It feels shameless, but the only listener in the room didn't understand her mother's entanglement at all.

He opened his eyes wide and looked unbelievable. He stomped on the sofa and complained: "Then why doesn't Dad give me flowers?!"