The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

Xingxing stood in front of Jiang Mingyuan, hugging his thigh tightly, his face pressed against his lap, the lipstick on his eyebrows stuck to his pants, and he didn't dare to look at his mother's face at all.

But this was all in the past. Now that his father was speaking for him, the little guy became bolder again. His ears twitched, his face tilted back, he turned his head and said hastily to his mother: "I'm fine." ." After saying that, he buried his head in it again.

He was restless even when his face was buried in Jiang Mingyuan's lap. He kept moving around. The lipstick on his eyebrows rubbed onto his clothes and then came back to his face, making it look like a little cat.

Cheng Huan twitched the corner of her mouth, and couldn't bear to look at him. She stood up, walked over, stretched out her hand, and pulled the little guy off of Jiang Mingyuan's helpless eyes.

When Xingxing heard the footsteps, she hugged her father tighter nervously. Unfortunately, it was useless. In the face of absolute power, any resistance was in vain.

But his father, who had high hopes for him, failed to protect him.

"Your pants are dirty, thank you for helping him speak up." Holding his restless son in his hand, Cheng Huan stared at the stain on his pants: "Do you want a new pair?"

It's clear that sending people away also expresses a meaning, and it doesn't matter if the little brat doesn't care.

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan knew her plan well, but did not refuse. His son was indeed a little naughty, and he should be taught a lesson. He nodded: "I'll go down and get the clothes."

Cheng Huan smiled at him and waved: "Go ahead."

Hearing that his father was leaving, Xingxing immediately became worried. He raised his head and timidly shouted: "Dad?"

"Dad is going to change clothes." Cheng Huan glanced at the stars with a gentle smile. After speaking, he looked at him again and signaled to leave quickly.

Jiang Mingyuan smiled good-naturedly, did not dare to look at his son anymore, and turned around to go out.

His luggage was packed by an assistant. It was just a small suitcase. Jiang Mingyuan took out a pair of trousers and changed them in the car. Seeing that it was still early, he waited for a while before going upstairs in a hurry.

As expected, Cheng Huan was still giving "love education" to Xingxing when he went up. He didn't know what she said. When he saw him coming in, the little guy only glanced at him and then retracted his head, not daring to run over like before. Asking for protection.

The conversation between the two came to an end, and Xingxing promised to take care of the things he made. Cheng Huan leaned on the sofa, nodded imperceptibly, and said, "Let's go, hurry up, dad and mom still need it." If you’re late to catch a flight, you’ll have to stay home alone.”

Xingxing looked like he was about to cry. His eyes were full of tears, but he was strong enough not to shed them. He nodded aggrievedly and pouted: "I know, mom."

The things Cheng Huan asked Xingxing to deal with included the floor, blankets and Jiang Mingyuan's pants.

When Jiang Mingyuan heard that he asked his son to wash his pants, he subconsciously wanted to plead for him: "I don't need mine..."

Only half of the words were spoken, and the remaining half disappeared in Cheng Huan's eyes.

"Oh well……"

Cheng Huan was serious about asking Xingxing to deal with his own mess. His son was young and had no concept of money. In his eyes, lipstick was no different from the crayons he used to play with. Saying how much money he wasted was like playing the piano to a cow. She also doesn't want to always use corporal punishment. Hitting a child too much is not a good thing for his growth.

So it's like this now, you have to end the bad things you did.

Xingxing usually only gives his mother a pair of shoes and a glass of water at home. Occasionally, he pushes a mop as a car and asks him to wipe the floor seriously. This is the first time.

He was too young to use a mop, so Cheng Huan twisted a wet towel for him and asked him to lie on the floor and wipe the floor.

The little guy took the towel, lay on the ground, lowered his head, and used the towel to wipe off the red marks on the floor bit by bit. Jiang Mingyuan watched from the side, a little unbearable, but didn't say anything.

He glanced at Cheng Huan, took out a tissue, took two steps forward, wrapped the lipstick that was broken into two sections from the ground and picked it up. The lipstick tube was not broken, with the manufacturer's logo engraved on the top and several numbers below. Jiang Mingyuan wrote down the numbers and threw the things into the trash can along with the paper towels.

When he raised his head, he happened to catch Cheng Huan's gaze from the trash can.

Xingxing wiped for more than ten minutes and finally managed to wipe the floor clean. The entire towel was dyed pink.

Without saying a word, Cheng Huan gave him a new one and asked him to continue wiping the carpet. Xingxing had been lying down for such a long time, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't tired, but he was stubborn. His mother didn't say anything, so he didn't complain about being tired. He grabbed a clean new towel and continued to wipe the carpet.

The two adults stood aside, their eyes fixed on the little one on the ground. Carpets are much more difficult to clean than floors. The fur on the stalls is stained and cannot be wiped off with a wet towel. Instead, the color of this area will be smudged to other places due to the presence of water.

Xingxing wiped it for a long time, but couldn't clean the area. He was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry again. He was still young after all, and he had no strength at all after working for so long. As soon as he loosened his grip, he lay face to face on the carpet.

"Okay." Cheng Huan walked over, picked him up, took the towel from his hand and handed it to Jiang Mingyuan: "There's no need to wipe the carpet. Let's wash our faces and then make the plane."

Xingxing lay in her mother's arms, put her weak hands around her neck, glanced at her father secretly, and whispered, "There are still pants."

Jiang Mingyuan was not willing to let his son wash clothes again. Hearing this, he quickly said: "Dad's pants don't need to be washed."

Xingxing couldn't believe his father either. After what happened just now, the little guy finally saw clearly.

In this family, mother's words are what matters.

Cheng Huan carried Xingxing to the bathroom, put him on the stool in front of the dressing table, took out the makeup remover, squeezed a little out of his hand, and carefully rubbed it on his son's face.

The lipstick met the makeup remover and disappeared with just a swipe. He wiped all the lipstick areas on his face, paying special attention to his eyebrows, and wiped them all clean. Cheng Huan asked Xingxing to lower his head and close his eyes again, and washed his face with his hands. After washing it several times to make sure nothing would remain, she turned off the faucet and dried Xingxing's face.

After washing the face towel and hanging it on the hanger, Cheng Huan glanced at his son and finally said, "If dad says you don't need it, don't use it. You'll have to wash it yourself next time."

Anyway, after what happened just now, he should have realized his mistake. Cheng Huan guessed that even if the lipstick was put in front of his eyes now, the little guy would not dare to take another look.

Hearing that his mother had reduced the punishment, Xingxing breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief. He patted his chest and promised to please Cheng Huan: "Mom, I will never do it again."

"Don't be afraid. Next time you do something bad, just clean up the mess yourself." Cheng Huan said it didn't matter. Today's incident provided him with inspiration, and he would do the same next time.

After all the fuss before, Cheng Huan looked at the time and it was already 4:40. The flight they booked was for 6:10, and they didn't have much time left. Cheng Huan was so focused on teaching the naughty kid that he didn't even comb his hair or change his clothes.

She was a little impatient, so she threw the cleaned little kid to his father, hurriedly said to wait for me downstairs, rushed into the room, and closed the door to the two of them.

"Dad." Xingxing, who was left outside the door, looked at his father.

"Let's go, son, let's go to the car and wait for mom." The father and son looked at each other, Jiang Mingyuan picked him up, said to the person inside the door, and took his son out.

It was already a little after five o'clock when Cheng Huan changed clothes and fixed her hair. He has wavy hair tied back casually. He is wearing a short black jacket and high-waisted skinny jeans. He has a pair of ten-centimeter stilettos at his feet. He has red lips and is eye-catching. He is amazingly handsome.

The lipstick Cheng Huan wanted to use before was an earthy color and the makeup was relatively light. Because the lipstick was buried in the trash can, she had to change it.

The new lipstick is red, which is suitable for more intense makeup. In order to match it, Cheng Huan added more eye makeup. The dark brown eye shadow made a large mark at the end of the eye, and the eyeliner was slightly hooked, which looked a bit sharp.

After not seeing her for half an hour, she changed her style of beauty.

Jiang Mingyuan was a little surprised. After taking a look, his attention turned to other places: "Why are you wearing so little?"

Cheng Huan's jacket is too short, only reaching above the navel, and the sweater underneath is also very thin, with almost no thermal insulation effect, making people feel cold just looking at it.

Cheng Huan had good reasons for her outfit. "Isn't the Red Coral Island a tropical island? I checked the weather forecast and found that the highest temperature there is 30 degrees. If you wear too much, you have to take it off when you get off the plane. It's so troublesome."

"It's better to take it off then than to freeze now." Jiang Mingyuan frowned, picked up the down jacket and asked her to put it on. Cheng Huan didn't want to, so he kept holding the jacket.

In the end, Cheng Huan gave in to his insistence and reluctantly put on the down jacket. The down jacket belongs to Jiang Mingyuan and is of a large size. Cheng Huan can't even show his hands when he puts it on. He is as fat as a ball, like a penguin.

Jiang Mingyuan seemed very satisfied with her behavior: "Wear it first and then take it off when you get to the place. One piece of clothing doesn't take up much space."

Cheng Huan leaned back on the chair and let out a weak sigh. This down jacket had plenty of hair and a first-class thermal insulation effect. After putting it on for a while, she felt so hot that she was about to sweat. She stood up and opened the zipper, trying to take it off. Come down.

Jiang Mingyuan was always paying attention to her side and immediately came out to stop her: "What's wrong?"

"I'm hot." Cheng Huan said expressionlessly.

"Turn down the air conditioner." Jiang Mingyuan ordered the driver, then turned to look at her: "The temperature will get lower soon. Don't take off your clothes. What should I do if I catch a cold?"

Cheng Huan: "..."