The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

Xingxing looked confused and didn't understand why his father didn't allow him to get close to his mother. He opened his big innocent eyes and looked at his mother eagerly, hoping that she would make the decision for him.

Disappointedly, my mother didn't seem to understand what he meant, and even looked a little confused: "What's wrong, honey?"

Xingxing, who felt that he had no telepathy with his mother, was a little discouraged. He lowered his head, leaned over a little further, and said in a low voice, looking very aggrieved, "Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Okay." Cheng Huan glanced at Jiang Mingyuan and replied with a smile.

They were used to sleeping anyway.

She promised without any burden, but Jiang Mingyuan frowned slightly. He held his son's hand and disagreed a little: "The stars are too old, and I can't sleep well with my mother."

Xingxing could also understand these words, and a strong sense of crisis arose in his heart. Is this going to drive him out?

No, he doesn’t want to be separated from his mother!

Xingxing glared at his father angrily and expressed his opinion before his mother could speak: "Dad, I'm still young."

He's still little, so sleeping with his mom is totally fine!

Jiang Mingyuan held his son's hand a little tighter, looked at the smiling woman, and reasoned with some helplessness: "You will be five years old during the Chinese New Year." He is a big child.

"Then I'm young too!"

With a small face, he pointed out his shortcomings seriously and seriously: "I'm still short."

Jiang Mingyuan: "..."

Okay, there's a good reason, I can't explain it.

Cheng Huan had enough of watching the show on the side, and the curve of his mouth became wider and wider, and finally he couldn't help laughing.

The father and son on one side looked over at the same time.

"It's okay, it's okay, you continue." Cheng Huan waved his hand, with a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face.

Being teased like this by her, Jiang Mingyuan finally felt a little bored. He restrained his expression and uncomfortably changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go eat."

The entire eleventh floor of the cruise ship is a restaurant. Almost all the delicacies you can think of can be found here. The buffet restaurant Jiang Mingyuan mentioned is close to the deck and is very large.

The restaurant is very quiet, with dim lights and soothing and beautiful music. Various delicacies are placed along the winding corridors, but there are only a few customers to taste them.

Xingxing loves all kinds of desserts very much. As soon as he entered, he took the plate and ran to the dessert area. In order to take care of the children, the dining table here is designed to be very short. Even with Xingxing's height, he can get the food on it.

He put the dinner plate on the countertop and moved the things in little by little. Most of these desserts were brightly colored and interesting in shape. He wanted every one of them. He kept taking them until the plate could no longer be squeezed, and then he carried them with both hands. Go back.

Unlike their son's rich trophies, Jiang Mingyuan and Cheng Huan only took a portion of seafood porridge. This porridge was freshly cooked and was a bit hot and needed to be cooled before eating.

Xingxing moved his plate of pastries to the position. He put the plate on the table and began to offer treasures: "Mom, look at my little cake!"

Cheng Huan raised his eyelids and took a look: "Are you going to eat so much?"

"You can eat it!" Xingxing was extremely confident: "I'm very hungry."

Cheng Huan: "...then come on."

She paused and added: "Don't waste food. Don't leave until you eat it."

"Okay!" The little guy agreed without hesitation.

Jiang Mingyuan filled a small bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Cheng Huan, interceding with his son: "This is too much."

"Let him know that he can do his best." The porridge in the bowl was at the right temperature. Cheng Huan lowered his head and took a sip: "It tastes really good."

Seeing her like this, Jiang Mingyuan knew that interceding was of no use. He sighed and looked at his son with some pity.

"Dad?" Xingxing was horrified by the sight.

"It's okay, Xingxing, let's eat something." Jiang Mingyuan looked at him and said, "If you can't eat it, daddy will help you eat it."

Mr. Jiang really loved his son, but his fatherly love was completely ignored. When Xingxing heard this, he thought his father was trying to grab something from him, so he quickly stretched out his hand to protect the plate: "I'll give it to mom."

Jiang Mingyuan: "..." Little white-eyed wolf!

"Pfft." Cheng Huan was still eating. She couldn't help laughing while listening to the exchange between the father and son. There was still something in her mouth, and a grain of rice stuck in her throat when she laughed. She was so happy that she became sad, and she couldn't stop coughing. Come down.

Cheng Huan clutched her chest and coughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist. The father and son on the other side quickly put down the things in their hands and patted her back. After patting her for a while, Cheng Huan recovered and raised his head to thank Jiang Mingyuan.

Jiang Mingyuan took back his hand and pursed his lips: "Be careful."

Cheng Huan moved her face away, feeling a little ashamed that she still made such a mistake at such an old age.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

At the critical moment, the stars still have to take action, and the little guy dances next to him to show off his achievements: "Mom, mom and I!"

"Thank you, Xingxing." Cheng Huan turned around and rubbed his hair.

Because she had been coughing for too long, there was still water in her eyes, looking pitiful and innocent. Jiang Mingyuan's throat tightened, he took a deep look at her, returned to his seat, and said calmly: "Eat well and don't do anything else. "

"I know..." Cheng Huan drawled, patted his son on the back and asked him to go back. Xingxing looked at her without blinking, making sure that his mother was fine, then returned to his seat and chose from the plate. He handed over the most beautiful little cake: "Mom, you eat it."

As soon as Cheng Huan saw the cake, she remembered the conversation between father and son. Her eyes twitched and she took the cake from Xingxing. She had bad intentions for some reason and made a special request in front of Jiang Mingyuan: "Do you want to eat it?" ?”

"This is for mommy!" Xingxing thought that mommy was going to give the cake to daddy, and stood on tiptoes to stop him. His anxious little face turned red, and with a flash of inspiration, he found the most unsightly cake on the plate. Dad: "This is dad's."

The man opposite looked at all this with helplessness on his face. He glanced at Cheng Huan as if he were an ignorant child: "Eat well."

"Oh." The CEO's eye attack was quite powerful. Cheng Huan did not dare to make any more noise and ate quietly.

The pastry in the restaurant tastes good, the sweetness is average, and it doesn't taste greasy. However, no matter how good it is, you can't finish the big plate.

At first, he was very confident and felt sorry for the cake he gave to his father. He felt that it was a pity that he had eaten one less cake. However, this feeling disappeared after he ate three small cakes.

Three small cakes were enough to fill his stomach, and the cream seemed to be stuck in his throat. Xingxing finished the last bit of food on his hands and looked at the remaining things on the plate with bitterness and hatred, not wanting to move at all.

But he was a kid who kept his promises. Thinking about what he had promised his mother, Xingxing sighed, reluctantly picked up another cake and took a small sip.

His behavior was noticed by the two adults next to him. Jiang Mingyuan still couldn't let go of the child. Seeing that he couldn't eat it, he took the rest of the food.

Xingxing no longer guarded his food. He opened his eyes wide and looked at his father like he was looking at an angel. He handed over the bitten thing on his hand and said, "Dad, I'll give this to you too."

"No." Jiang Mingyuan refused in disgust.

"Okay." Xingxing was a little disappointed, feeling that his father was no longer so dazzling. He retracted his hand and looked at the plate in front of him: "Dad, you have to finish everything."

Xingxing took a total of ten different kinds of small cakes. Except for the ones he had shared out before and the ones he ate, there were still four left on the plate. These cakes are not big in size and look pretty good. They are delicacies for people who love desserts. However, Jiang Mingyuan doesn't like sweet things and is still full. For him, this can only be regarded as a kind of torture.

There is no way, who allowed him to give birth to such a son.

The man's expression was very calm, and he ate the small cake one bite at a time. He behaved elegantly, and his movements were neither fast nor slow. When eating, he did not get cream on his lips like others. Cheng Huan sat across from him, watching him eat with an expressionless face, and somehow felt a little pitiful for him.

Cheng Huan found this idea ridiculous as soon as it came up. How could he be pitiful?

But strangely, not only was this idea not suppressed, but it became stronger and stronger as time went by. She watched Jiang Mingyuan eat the third cake one bite at a time, and finally reached out to take the last one.

She took the first step and just pinched the cake paper. Jiang Mingyuan's hand also fell down. Ten of them touched each other, as if there was an electric current passing through them. Both hands trembled. Cheng Huan took the opportunity to take the cake over and smiled at him. Said: "Let me eat the last one."