The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun: 74.074

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Cheng Huan doesn't know much about luxury accessories in this world, but just by looking at the gems that can flash on this bag and the gift-giving people, they know that things can't be cheap.

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

Cheng Huan likes furry things. When she saw this bag, she liked it at first glance. Just thinking about the price, she didn't dare to accept it.

Too expensive, I can't afford it.

Cheng Huan glanced away and looked away. She stared at Jiang Mingyuan's face, a little helpless: "Why do you think of giving something again?"

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

It's just that I can't say this. He observes Cheng Huan's expression and asks with some care: "Don't you?"

"Don't."

"Do you not like it?" Jiang Mingyuan looked a little embarrassed: "What do you like? I will give it to you."

"Farewell." Cheng Huan sighed: "You don't have to always think about giving something."

Of course the other party responded: "I'm chasing you, I have to behave a little bit."

Cheng Huan: "..."

With her eyes facing each other, she blushed and looked away, "Oh", dryly: "But this is too expensive."

"It's not expensive." The man approached, put the bag in her arms, looked down at the tip of the woman's micro-pink ears, and said domineeringly: "I can afford it. I can give you whatever you like."

The man was too close, and a very refreshing breath could be smelled between her breaths. The temperature on Cheng Huan’s face rose again. She could no longer take care of the bag that was forced over, and her mind was entirely on the person next to her. The air was warming up a little, and she stared at the man's approaching face, thinking wildly in her heart.

The bag tucked into her arms was not pushed out. Jiang Mingyuan sighed with relief, with some smiles on his face. He looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes soft, bowed his head slightly, and moved closer.

Cheng Huan watched his face magnify in front of him, and took a step back nervously, her heart beating faster and faster, her hands were leaning back on the chopping board, her body was taut, her eyelashes trembled, and a little Want to refuse yet welcome the taste.

"Don't move." The man whispered.

The blue veins on Cheng Huan’s nervous neck came out. She bit her lower lip: "Um, I..."

Jiang Mingyuan let out a "um" and got closer. He grew taller, and the breath of breath hit Cheng Huan's forehead, and the small piece of skin he had made was grilling with fire.

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

Cheng Huannao made up for the various kissing scenes in the idol drama. At this time, all the kissing scenes in the idol drama were all in vain. The breath that he held was poked a hole and completely dissipated. The blush on his face gradually faded, and he was a little disappointed: Pull it out for me."

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan stretched out his hand and fiddled in her hair. The hair under his hand was cold and soft, which made people love it. In places that Cheng Huan couldn't see, the man's eyes gradually darkened, and the speed of pulling his hair was comparable. In slow motion, when he lowered his hand, he turned sideways, his lips rubbing against the woman's forehead.

Cheng Huan seemed to feel a little bit, and raised his head slightly, but the man's face was still indifferent, and put the white hair in her hand: "Okay."

"Um, oh." Cheng Huan squeezed the palm of her hand and twisted the hair around her fingers: "Well, I'm going to cook."

"Okay." The man stopped staying this time, nodded and went out. After he left, Cheng Huan raised his hand and stroked his forehead, the blush on his face rose a little because of some speculation.

She pursed the corners of her lips and looked at the bag in her arms, feeling a little worried. Fingers touched the logo made of gems, Cheng Huan put the thing aside, calculating the available deposit in his mind, thinking about buying something for the person.

Think of it as a Spring Festival gift.

……

When eating in the morning, the star also saw the bag. The little guy could finally reveal the secret he had held in his heart for a few days, so he couldn't wait to show his strength.

His face is full of pride, and while drinking porridge, he says: "Mom, this is my choice. Isn't Bright Sparkle particularly beautiful?"

Cheng Huan: "...It's okay."

Although her least favorite is the logo above, which is too conspicuous.

Xingxing did not hear the faint dislike in her words, and was proud of his own eyes. He puffed up his chest and snorted: "This is from my father, and I will give you the same from my mother! "

Cheng Huan had a headache, and glanced at Jiang Mingyuan, who was watching from the other side. There is enough heating at home, the man is not wearing a jacket, his cuffs are untied and rolled up twice, revealing the smooth forearm muscles, full of hormonal taste, the corners of his lips are slightly lifted, he deepens his smile at Cheng Huan, and then turns his head. Said to his son: "You may not have this chance."

The stars do not believe: "Why?"

"This bag is a limited edition, now sold out."

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

"Really?" Jiang Mingyuan put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. Some rascals: "Dad didn't know before."

"Dad, you lied to me!"

Xing Xing had a wronged face and stared at his father angrily, but the one being stared at did not respond. He put down the bowl after eating, came over and touched his head, and kissed his son on the face. : "Dad has gone to work and listened to mom at home."

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

Cheng Huan: "...bye bye."

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

He maintained this good mood for several days, until the twenty-fifth of the twelfth lunar month.

As the Chinese New Year is approaching, there is a lot of people in the company. Some employees who are far away have already asked for leave and go home in advance. The rest are looking forward to the annual meeting, year-end awards, and planning how the Spring Festival should be celebrated.

Jiang Mingyuan also has plans for this. He has to go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors in his 30th year, and he usually only comes back in the second year. From the third to the eighth day, he has four days of free time at work, enough to go out and play. He has already determined the place, and has arranged all the itineraries, trying to make them have fun.

At this time, he received a call from Gu Mingli, saying that he was not at home this year.

The equity change of the shipping company in country M hasn't been completed yet, but Jiang Xudong has already passed by first, saying that he is familiar with the environment there first.

Jiang Mingyuan knew that Jiang Xudong was gone, and she would not stay in the country for long, but she didn't expect it to be so fast, so she didn't even want to wait for the New Year! His lips were pressed into a straight line, his good mood was ruined by a single sentence, and he asked in a cold voice: "Don't wait until the grave for his father on New Year's Eve before leaving?"

The custom here is that they have to worship their ancestors before they eat New Year’s Eve dinner.

However, after waiting for more than 30 years, Gu Mingli finally had the opportunity to be with her sweetheart. How could she continue to waste time? And to be honest, she was a little guilty about her emotional derailment, and she didn't dare to see her dead husband.

"I have already worshipped your father." Actually, no, but Gu Mingli said without any guilty conscience. The voice from the phone was a bit weak. She coughed slightly and said to the son over there, "Mother too I don’t want to leave at this time. I also want to have a reunion year for the mother and child, 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 recuperation as soon as possible. >

Jiang Mingyuan's expression grew colder as he listened to these words. A mocking sneer appeared on his face, his voice seemed to be mixed with ice: "I see, I have something to accompany you during the New Year, I wish you a speedy recovery." /

"It's okay, you can do well in the country." Gu Mingli didn't dare to let him go with him. He was overjoyed and said a bunch of words expressing the affection between mother and child.

Jiang Mingyuan heard a lot of her talk, his expression was not fluctuating, he drank his saliva, and called her when the other party finished talking and was about to hang up: "Mom, I hope you won't regret it."

Gu Mingli keenly caught a trace of danger from it, and asked suspiciously: "What do you mean."

"It's not interesting, I still have business, you are busy."

After speaking, I hung up.

In the villa over there, Gu Mingli, who was hung up, was a little worried. She was holding her mobile phone and spinning back and forth in the living room of the villa. The sun was shining outside, but the wind was still bitterly cold. Gu Mingli was shivered by the blow. She walked a few steps and closed the door. She reached out and touched her face. The skin on her face was still smooth and tender, but the muscles underneath her skin. But it has been relaxed, she is no longer young.

She has been so obsessed in her life. After more than 30 years, how can she shrink back when she is about to succeed? The son just said a word. She and Yu Pan are like this?

Gu Mingli continued to build her heart, and finally succeeded in persuading herself. She called a nanny out loud and ordered her to pack her luggage.

The next day, Jiang Mingyuan was told that Gu Mingli had gone abroad. She emptied most of her belongings, and the deposits under her name were also exchanged for country M's currency. Obviously, she had made plans not to return. .

"I see." Jiang Mingyuan's voice was faint, and he couldn't see the anger of yesterday. He put down the phone, and then contacted another person: "The person has already 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. It includes the largest banquet hall in the super five-star hotel in S City. about.

Family members can be brought to the annual meeting. Jiang Mingyuan invited Cheng Huan to invite Cheng Huan a few days ago and was rejected. Today, he did not give up and asked again.

"No more." Cheng Huan hesitated and shook his head: "My identity is not suitable."

"You can go with a suitable identity." Jiang Mingyuan bent over and approached, propped the back of the sofa with one hand, his handsome face was very serious: "Now the Civil Affairs Bureau has not been on holiday, and there is still time to go through the formalities. "

"No more!" Hearing this, Cheng Huan was stunned for a moment before reacting to her face and shrank to the corner with a burst of red, and waved her hand in a jealous manner.

I haven't fallen in love yet, it's too scary to jump directly to the marriage step!

Seeing her refusal in such a hurry, Jiang Mingyuan's eyes flashed with disappointment. He straightened his back, rubbed his hands on her hair, and handed himself down the steps: "I'm kidding."