The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

Cheng Huan was not in the mood to care about the psychological shock caused by her son not being on TV. All her attention now was on the firefighting rectification opinions broadcast on TV.

As we all know, in fire protection and taxation, as long as you don't want to check or don't come to check, there is no problem that cannot be found. The kindergarten was exposed to fire hazards and was ordered to rectify this time. Combined with Xingxing's blood draw before, Jiang Mingyuan said that he would teach him a lesson. It could not be clearer what is going on.

At that time, she actually wanted to go to the kindergarten to ask for an explanation, but was stopped. What did that person say? Cheng Huan rested his chin, recalling the situation at that time.

It seems like you can just leave such small things to him?

Now it seems that it was indeed completed very well.

Cheng Huan thought about how the man was secretly rubbing him, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Xingxing turned his head when he heard the sound, a little confused: "Mom, what are you laughing at?"

"You don't have to go to class anymore." Cheng Huan came to his senses, but before his smile subsided, he waved and Xingxing came to her side.

"Why don't you go to class?"

"Because all the kindergarten teachers have gone home." Cheng Huan said nonsense. The rectification time mentioned in the news is two months. Not only will there be no classes before the year, but the enrollment after the year will definitely be affected.

In fact, even if the kindergarten can be opened before the start of school next year, if something like this happens, many parents will definitely not dare to send their children there again.

Things were pretty much what she thought. As soon as the news came out, there was an uproar in the parent group. The kindergarten teacher who was the leader of the group posted a notice about early vacation and then disappeared. No matter how bombarded the news was, she refused to come out.

The messages in the group were flowing too fast. Cheng Huan was about to quit after reading a few messages. Before she could press the button to return, she found that she had been pulled into another group again.

The new group was created by a very active parent, and everyone except the teacher was invited to join. As the group leader, she said the first sentence.

[Mother Dudu: Okay, let’s talk in this group and let’s discuss what to do. 】

There are only parents in the group, not teachers, so you don’t have to worry about what you say. Every parent is noisy. Some want to refund the kindergarten fees, some want to respond to the kindergarten opening earlier, and most of them are considering which school to transfer their children to. of.

The tuition fee of this kindergarten next to the community is not low, and it can barely be regarded as an "aristocratic school". Those who can send their children there are basically not short of money, so the discussion was about other sky-high-priced kindergartens.

As natives, the parents knew much more than Cheng Huan and the people who came here halfway. After watching it for a while, Cheng Huan learned a lot of kindergarten names from them.

Most of these kindergartens are not too far from the community and charge high fees. Among them, the most frequent one is "Mars Kindergarten".

[Kaikai’s dad: That kindergarten is hard to get into and basically doesn’t accept anyone. Can any of you find the connections to get in? 】

Below are a bunch of people who don't have any, and occasionally complain that this kindergarten is too proud.

Cheng Huan: "..." The name of this kindergarten sounds familiar. It seems to be the one Jiang Mingyuan mentioned before?

After all, it was because of her own affairs that she was hurting others. This made Cheng Huan feel a little guilty. She put away her phone, hugged the star on her side, and asked tentatively: "Baby, do you want to change to a kindergarten?"

"Why change?"

"Because the kindergarten is closed now, we have to find another place to go to school."

"Then can I not go to school?" Xingxing stood on the sofa and leaned on her: "I want to be with my mother."

Cheng Huan: "..."

"this is not OK."

The little guy said in a long voice, pouting, not very happy: "Then change it."

"Be good." Cheng Huan kissed him on the cheek and asked his opinion without sincerity: "Do you have a school you want to go to?"

This is actually nonsense. The stars are just big, so what kind of school can you know?

Cheng Huan thought so, so he was not prepared to hear a useful answer and only paused symbolically.

However……

"I want to go to Mars Kindergarten."

"Mom, there are several good schools here. Take a look... hmm? How did you know about this kindergarten?" Cheng Huan was surprised.

Xingxing took apart a set of waterwheel blocks and was trying to find the base piece from inside. He stopped what he was doing and thought about it: "Dad said that."

It turned out that I was waiting here, and I thought he was really as calm as he seemed.

Cheng Huan was a little surprised when he heard it at first. After he was surprised, he wanted to laugh. After laughing, he agreed: "Okay, let's go to Mars Kindergarten."

After all, this kindergarten has a really good reputation among parents. Parents always hope to give their children better things.

Moreover, she felt that she should give Jiang Mingyuan more confidence. If he said he would cause trouble in the kindergarten, then he should be able to do it if he said he would not let Mrs. Jiang disturb them.

After all, she has been waiting for such a long time, and she has not waited for anyone to come looking for trouble.

After making this decision, Cheng Huan felt that a stone had been removed from her heart, and her whole body became much more relaxed. She took a deep breath and continued to discuss the conditions for changing schools with Xingxing.

"If we change schools, we will have to move. How about moving to dad's place?"

Xing Xing stopped and the blocks fell from his hand without holding on. His eyes widened and his expression was blank. After a few seconds, the little guy's face changed to a different expression and he jumped into Cheng Huan's arms with cheers. Said he was moving.

"Are you so happy?" The kid jumped so hard that he almost couldn't hold him. Cheng Huan tried his best to maintain his balance and didn't fall down while sitting down in shame.

Xingxing was so hot that he finally stopped. He laughed so hard that his teeth couldn't even see his eyes, and he repeatedly said happily: "Mom, are we moving today? Dad said the new house is very big!"

Yeah, I thought my son didn't know anything, but it turned out that the father and son had already passed away. Cheng Huan snorted inwardly, pretended to be angry and pinched Xingxing's nose, and said viciously: "Little traitor, what else did dad say to you?"

"Dad said that mom doesn't want to move." Xingxing said angrily, and then her face fell: "Mom, don't you want to live with dad? But the parents of other children live together."

In front of his son, Cheng Huan would of course deny it: "It's nothing."

She said: "It's just that something was delayed before. Do you think we will move now?"

It seemed to make sense. Xingxing thought and nodded: "Mom, let's tell dad and ask him to pick us up."

With that said, without waiting for Cheng Huan to stop him, he dialed Jiang Mingyuan's number.

Jiang Mingyuan was still working overtime in a meeting at this time. A senior executive on the left was talking. In the middle of the conversation, the phone rang suddenly.

Everyone looked at each other with admiration for the owner of the phone. Who didn't know that the boss was not in a good mood recently, yet he still dared not turn on vibrate during the meeting.

A group of executives looked for the source of the ringtone with the attitude of watching a good show. They looked around, only to find that the sound came from the front.

As if they were suddenly put in slow motion, they turned their heads stiffly and slowly, looking towards the front of the conference table. They saw the boss, who had always been unsmiling, showing what could be called a gentle expression on his face. After saying "wait a moment", he took the phone and left the conference room.

The door of the conference room was closed behind them, and the people inside were scratching their heads and communicating with each other with their eyes. But no one dared to go out and eavesdrop blatantly.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't answer the call for a long time. He came back two minutes later, opened the door and announced the good news.

"The meeting is over. We'll talk about the rest tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work, everyone." He nodded to everyone, turned around and left. I don't know if it was an illusion, but his departure seemed to be much more hurried than before.

After the boss left, the other people naturally wouldn't stay. They took a long breath, packed their things and prepared to leave.

Qishan finished typing the last paragraph, closed his laptop and stood up. Before he could leave, someone poked him in the arm. The person who poked him showed a particularly gossipy expression and asked: "Hey, is the boss in love? Are you? You must know, right? Tell us quickly."

Qi Shan smiled awkwardly but not rudely.

He did know, but the boss didn't speak. Would he dare to reveal the matter? Do you still want work?

"I don't think it's a relationship. Didn't you hear that the boss has a son before? He should be picking up his son from school." Before he could find something to say to refuse, the person on the other side spoke first. He said it with full assurance that he would still find all the children after he said it. Shan Judgment: "Am I right?"

"I'm not sure about this, the boss didn't say anything." Qi Shan took his notebook and got out of the crowd: "I still have work to do, so I need to take a step first."

…

Ever since he received the call from Xingxing, Jiang Mingyuan felt anxious from top to bottom. Even the not-so-long drive felt a little unbearable. He looked at his watch no less than ten times along the way before finally reaching the downstairs of the community.

The elevator door opened, he took a deep breath and walked out, stood at the door and rang the doorbell.

Thinking of the footsteps inside the door, Jiang Mingyuan tried his best to control but could not slow down his fast heartbeat. When the door opened, he had the same expression, but he couldn't help but smile: "You agreed to move here?"

He looked very anxious when he asked this question before entering the door. Cheng Huan thought about it and felt happy. She hummed, found his slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them over: "Why are you here now? Have you eaten tonight?"

"Not yet." Jiang Mingyuan bent down to change his shoes. He felt that he was full of energy and didn't need to eat at all. He put his shoes away, stood up and followed behind and asked: "The house over there has been tidied up. Do you have time tomorrow? I'll let you know. Can someone help you pack your things?"

"No, most of the things in the house belong to the landlord. I can just pack some clothes and toys. You don't need to find anyone."

"There are a lot of toys, how can you be so busy on your own?" Jiang Mingyuan disagreed. He reached out to catch his son who rushed towards him, and followed Cheng Huan into the kitchen: "Or if you move in a few days, I'll come and help you when I'm free. Help you clean up?"

Cheng Huan lowered his head to fillet the fish. The black fish was sliced ​​into evenly thick slices, which were to be used to make pickled fish later. She listened to Jiang Mingyuan talking a lot more than usual, and the corners of her mouth kept a happy arc.

"Okay." She agreed with Jiang Mingyuan's second suggestion, and then gave instructions: "Wash the pickled vegetables for me."

Jiang Mingyuan had no objection. He put down the stars, picked up the sauerkraut on the plate, and washed it carefully under the tap.

After he finished washing, Cheng Huan had just finished filling the fish. She put the fish on the plate, washed the cutting board, changed the knife, and prepared to cut the sauerkraut.

"I'll do it." Jiang Mingyuan didn't have any achievements in cooking, but he could still cut vegetables. Cheng Huan was not polite to him. He handed the knife to get out of the way and cut out the fish bones, fish heads, and fish that had been removed before. Add seasoning to the tail and marinate it, put it aside, find some garlic, break it open and give some stars: "Help mom peel the garlic."

Xingxing took the few garlic cloves, and because of his small hands, one of them slipped through his fingers. He squatted down, picked it up, and peeled it like his mother.

The child had no similar experience before, and even after peeling a piece of garlic, he didn't clean up the pits. His fingernails were short, and his hands felt hot after peeling them a few times.

"Mom, my hand hurts." He held the garlic in another hand, staring at the tip of his thumb, his little face wrinkled.

"What's wrong?"

"Where does it hurt? Let me see."

Two voices sounded at the same time. Jiang Mingyuan and Cheng Huan turned around together. They bent down and approached the star at the same time, and then their heads touched each other halfway.

They were not fast, and it didn't hurt when their faces collided. Logically speaking, it wasn't a big deal. It was just that one of them turned their heads and the other didn't move after the collision, which caused Cheng Huan's lips to rub Jiang Mingyuan's face.