The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun: 89.089

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Cheng Huan slowly raised her head and moved her mouth: "You..."

"What?"

The words I wanted to ask turned around many times, but at the end I didn’t have the courage to say it. Cheng Huan never knew that she would be so timid. She was a little frustrated and shook her head: "Nothing."

After finishing talking, I got up and stood up: "I'm going to cook."

Jiang Mingyuan feels that her condition is a bit wrong, and seems to have something to worry about, but now that the stars are still there, it is obviously not a good time to find the bottom line. He got up with him and grabbed the person who was about to leave: "No need, let's go out. Eat it."

Cheng Huan turned to look at him.

The man looked at her: "It's a escape from the dead anyway, you have to celebrate, right?"

He squeezed his fingers into the gaps between Chenghuan's fingers and interlocked his fingers, so she was not allowed to have any other choice: "Let's go, I have decided the place."

The environment of the restaurant for dinner was elegant and the taste was first-rate, but because of his concerns, Cheng Huan didn't eat much.

Jiang Mingyuan saw her performance in his eyes. The man didn't ask anything. When he got home and put the stars to sleep, he went downstairs again and knocked on the door of the master bedroom.

When the man knocked on the door, Cheng Huan had just finished taking a shower. Her hair was still wet, dripping with water. She didn't open the door when she heard the knock, and asked outside through a door: "What's the matter?"

"Open the door, I have something to ask you."

Does this matter have to do with your own identity? Cheng Huan's heart tightened, and she felt a little relieved. She buttoned her pajamas and went to open the door: "Come in and talk?"

Jiang Mingyuan nodded and squeezed in from the side. When he entered the room, he didn't say what he wanted first, but looked everywhere.

Cheng Huan: "What are you looking for?"

The man looked around and finally found the target. He walked over, picked up the hair dryer on the dressing table, turned around and said to Cheng Huan: "Come here and blow your hair."

Cheng Huan didn't go there: "Didn't you say something is going on?"

Jiang Mingyuan frowned slightly: "Dry your hair."

He doesn't have many facial expressions under normal circumstances, frowning means that he is a little dissatisfied. Sure enough, without waiting for Cheng Huan to find any excuses, the man walked over and pulled her over, sat in front of the dressing table, and turned on the hair dryer switch.

The wind of the hair dryer is a bit hot, and men are also very unskilled in using it. Occasionally, if you stay in a place for a long time, that piece of the scalp will feel a little painful.

But Cheng Huan didn't feel so uncomfortable. She sat there quietly and looked at Jiang Mingyuan from the vanity mirror. The man looked serious and moved as carefully as possible.

She suddenly felt nothing to be uncomfortable.

Cheng Huan’s hair is long. After blowing it for a while, Jiang Mingyuan turned off the hair dryer and used a comb to unclog his hair.

He is not close to his mother and does not have any friends of the opposite sex, so he doesn’t know what women’s hair is exquisite, like Cheng Huan’s curly hair, it’s very troublesome to care for, and it shouldn’t be blown dry at all. The consequence of doing this is usually to make the hair explode into a sunflower.

Obviously the current situation is something Jiang Mingyuan could not predict. He took the comb from the root to the end of the hair. He saw that as soon as the comb was removed, the bunch of hair was fluffy, and the man's always calm face was also exposed. A confused look.

It clearly shows that he lacks the attributes of communicating with women|.

Cheng Huan laughed out with a "pouch". The laughter made Jiang Mingyuan feel even more ashamed. He stared at the untidy hair before his eyes. After studying for a long time, he asked uncertainly: "Are you going to get wet?" "

"No, don't worry about this." She smiled, looked at the man from the vanity mirror, raised her hand and took the comb from the man's hand, put it aside, ignored her explosive head, and turned around. Ask: "Say what do you want me to ask?"

Jiang Mingyuan looked away from the exploded hair, looked at Cheng Huan and said, "You are not very happy today."

Without waiting for her to answer, the man asked himself: "Did you know the rumors about you on the Internet?"

Cheng Huan was stunned for two seconds, then nodded.

"I need to apologize for this, because I didn't protect you." Jiang Mingyuan pulled her up, sat down by himself, and put people on his lap: "But I promise those things will not continue to spread. So you You don’t need to care about what those people say on the Internet, and you don’t need to be angry or sad for those people. In most cases, they don’t care about the truth of the matter and are not responsible for what they say."

He pasted Cheng Huan's profile face, and said softly: "Anyway, it would be nice for Xingxing and I to know what kind of person you are?"

Cheng Huan twitched his mouth lightly: "Who do you think I am?"

"You are beautiful, have a good personality, good cooking skills, and a good mother, who I like." He turned his face and kissed the corner of Cheng Huan's lips: "I will be my good wife in the future. ."

Cheng Huan has Feixia on her face, lowering her eyelids, pursing the corners of her mouth, allowing the man to peck on it one by one. In the end, she can't resist the other's gentle offensive, and she opens her lips to cater.

There was no problem with time and occasion. When the kiss ended, the two of them were a little emotional. Cheng Huan slumped in the man's arms, feeling a hard object somewhere behind him, softly holding the big messy palm in his clothes.

"Wait, wait..." Cheng Huan remembered that he had something to say.

"I don't want to wait." Jiang Mingyuan bit her neck with a heavy breath, and the palm that was in contact with the skin ignored the resistance and continued to explore, holding the soft|soft.

The man seemed to be a little self-informed in this regard, but just a few lightly picks, the person in his arms spit out a nice soft moan.

Cheng Huan has never felt this kind of feeling, as if it was crisp and itchy, with a bit of electrical numbness. The current spread from the front chest to the tail vertebrae, along the spine and up to the Tianling Gai. A five-color flower exploded in his skull.

Let her have no energy to think about other things.

Cheng Huan could not give birth to any resistance. The resisting hand unknowingly hooked Jiang Mingyuan's neck. The two huddled together, and the rest became a matter of course.

One room of spring love.

I don't know if the two people are too fit or the body is too sensitive|feeling. When the prank ends, Cheng Huan's voice will be dumb.

Jiang Mingyuan leaned on her, enjoying the last rhyme of her body. He chewed on Cheng Huan's collarbone until a gorgeous flower bloomed.

He raised his head, his eyes brightened, and the corners of his mouth became wider and wider.

"I'm so happy." He said, "You are mine."

Cheng Huan lay there like a salted fish, eyes blank. He didn't respond to this confession. He only pressed his palm against his chest and moistened his thirsty throat with saliva.

This little action naturally did not escape Jiang Mingyuan’s eyes: "Want to drink water?"

Cheng Huan nodded.

"You wait."

After speaking, the man got up from the bed, picked up the trousers on the floor at will, and went out.

A few minutes later, Jiang Mingyuan came in with a glass of water. When Cheng Huan saw the water, he wanted to get up. Before he sat down, the person who had just entered the door looked like something serious had happened.

"I'll come, I'll come!" Jiang Mingyuan walked to the bed in two steps, put the water on the side, put the person around his chest, and carefully handed the water glass to her mouth.

Cheng Huan was served like a useless person and drank water. It was lubricated with water. Finally, her voice was not so uncomfortable. She was able to speak, "I want to take a bath."

Jiang Mingyuan volunteered: "I will help you."

"No, I am not a waste." Although Cheng Huan has done everything that should be done, there is still a lot of shame left in Cheng Huan. She waved her hand and drove people out weakly: "Go up and sleep."

Hearing this, Jiang Mingyuan was a little unhappy: "I'm not going anywhere."

In fact, he was a bit machismo at certain times. For example, he always felt that the subject was weak, so he ignored Cheng Huan's opinion after speaking, and walked to the bathroom with his arms crossed.

There are no strands on your body, and you can feel the wind blowing on your skin as you move forward. Even if she had just done something more intimate, Cheng Huan couldn't keep herself calm. Her ears were red and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist. She turned her arm to cover her as much as possible, and asked Jiang Mingyuan to let her down.

"Don't let go." Jiang Mingyuan walked into the bathroom a few steps, kicked the chair next to him, put the person on it, opened the shower, and really started to wash her up.

Man’s palms swim|Walking on the skin, saying that it’s better to take a shower than it’s a fire. After only a few touches, I can’t stand it.

Jiang Mingyuan also discovered this problem. His eyes were erratic, he pretended to take back his hand calmly, and coughed slightly: "You wash yourself first, I'll change the sheets."

Before I finished speaking, I rushed out, walked halfway and turned back, squatting down to fill the bathtub with water.

"Wait for a soak in the bath."

Cheng Huan turned her back to him without turning her head back: "I see."

The temperature of Jiang Mingyuan's water is a bit high, so it's just right to wait for Cheng Huan to soak in.

The hot water wraps the skin, and the massage device in the bathtub starts automatically, and the water rushes to take away the soreness of the body.

Cheng Huan was very comfortable, closed his eyes and sighed, a little bit about to sleep.

Thinking about this, she really gradually lost consciousness, and when she woke up again, she was already in bed.

Cheng Huan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was not drowned in the bathtub. She raised her hand and wiped her face, feeling her body being taken back.

The other person’s chest is pressed tightly behind his back, the muscles are hard, and it feels the same as the hand touched last night.

Those wandering scenes appeared in her mind. Cheng Huan blushed quietly. She bit her lower lip, touched the strong arm on her waist, and tried to break it slightly.

"Don't move." The voice of the person behind him was low, with unresolved sleepiness. He tensed his arms and kissed her on the back of her neck: "It's still early, and sleep with me for a while."

"Let go, I'm going to breathe."

The imprisoned arms on the waist let go a little obediently, and Cheng Huan asked in a low voice: "Didn't you say to let you go up?"

"Where am I going?" Jiang Mingyuan narrowed his eyes and said in a lazy tone: "There is no reason to rush people after sleeping."

"You obviously have a room."

"It will be gone in the future."

Cheng Huan gritted his teeth: "You guy!"

"Well, what?" Jiang Mingyuan kissed her ear tip again, and continued after the kiss: "In the future, the upper room will be reserved for Xingxing. When he goes to elementary school, he will move in, and now he will stay next to him for the time being. ."

The more he talked, the more excited he was, and he hugged people and leaned against the head of the bed: "After a while, I will find someone to connect this floor to the upper floors? How about going up and down the stairs more easily, but this The place is still small, and it happens that Xinsi Road is undergoing renovation and is preparing to build a villa community. After it is completed, we will keep the largest set. Living in it will definitely be more comfortable than this."

Cheng Huan leaned against the man's chest, listening to his imagination, how to decorate the new home, how to allocate the rooms, and what to plant in the front and back yards. He was excited, and everyone could hear the expectation in his words.