The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

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Moving house is not an easy thing.

The first is to look at the house. Cheng Huan has a few favorite choices, but he has to see what it looks like on the spot.

It was inconvenient to bring Xing Xing to the house inspections, and Cheng Huan was worried about staying at home for too long. She made an agreement with Xing Xing to go out for two hours every day, and then come back to accompany him.

The child has no one to teach him, and he doesn't understand many things, so Cheng Huan spends the rest of his time teaching him a little.

It's not some profound principles, but some common sense in life, such as how to call someone when you see someone, who to go to if you get lost outside, what to do if your house catches fire, etc.

Xing Xing is also smart, basically he can understand it after teaching it twice. Cheng Huan also found that he is particularly sensitive to numbers. He can memorize eleven-digit phone numbers after saying it once. o'clock.

Should it be said that he is the son of the hero?

In the evening, after Cheng Huan took a bath for Xing Xing, he told him a message: "We are moving the day after tomorrow."

She watched for several days, and finally determined the location of the new house.

The house she was looking at was a new house, which had already been renovated, and the parents bought it for their children to get married. As a result, the two young couples had a quarrel the day before receiving the certificate, and the son went out of town angrily, saying that he would not come back for the time being.

The new house is unoccupied, and it would be a waste to be empty. The couple decided to rent it out.

The location of the community is good, and the greenery is also good. It has not been built for a long time, and the surrounding area is complete from kindergarten to high school. Cheng Huan has inquired about them one by one, and they are all very good schools. If everything goes well, he can continue to study. If you have money in the future, you can also buy a house there.

The house is good, and the rent is definitely not cheap. For an 80-square-meter house, the monthly rent is 5,000 yuan.

Cheng Huan was very happy when he signed the contract and paid the money, but when he went out to check the bank balance, his heart ached again. But she was heartbroken for a while, the house must be changed, the money will have to be spent sooner or later, and after spending it, earn it back.

Xing Xing is very close to his mother now, wishing to stick together every day, but his mother has to go out to "watch the house" every day, and he is the only one left at home, Xing Xing doesn't like to be alone.

Compared with Cheng Huan, the little guy is much less interested in changing his residence, and has always held a dispensable attitude. Compared with changing places, he is more interested in Cheng Huan's itinerary tomorrow.

"It's great!" He said perfunctorily, and then asked what he cared about most: "Then will mom be at home with Xing Xing tomorrow?"

"It still doesn't work."

Hearing this answer, the little guy's face was full of disappointment.

"Okay." He sighed like an adult: "You adults are always busy, I know."

"It's not that I'm busy, it's us." Cheng Huan hugged Xing Xing to bed and turned on the air conditioner: "The new house still lacks a few things, and we will go out to buy together tomorrow."

She described the new home to the little guy, and drew it on paper while talking.

Cheng Huan learned to draw for a period of time when he was in school, and his skills are not too good, but it is enough to deceive children.

As expected, Xing Xing was attracted by the pictures she wrote. He lay on the bed, stretched his head to Cheng Huan's hand, and marveled as he watched.

"Mom, you are amazing!"

"Small." Cheng Huan raised her eyebrows and accepted her son's compliment. She made the last stroke and pushed the paper under Xing Xing's eyes.

"The new house looks like this. It looks better than the one painted. Do Xingxing like it?"

"I like it!" Xingxing replied loudly without hesitation.

Children are always afraid of the unknown, and Xing Xing is also afraid, because he has no concept of the new environment. It's just that these fears are controlled by him, because he wants to be with his mother, and her mother wants to live elsewhere.

Now through Cheng Huan's hands, the empty and strange new environment was finally lifted before his eyes.

The picture on that piece of paper told him that the new house was not terrible, on the contrary, it was beautiful.

Much nicer than the current house!

The little guy suddenly became excited. He knelt down on the bed and touched the corners with his fingers, as if he wanted to touch reality through this painting.

"Mom!" He held up the painting, jumped to Cheng Huan's side, leaned on her and pointed to one of the rooms: "Do Xingxing and mother live here?"

"Yes, we live here." Cheng Huan pointed to each room and introduced to him: "This is the living room, this is the kitchen, and this is the study room. There will be a lot of books. Xing Xing can read books here."

Cheng Huan looked at the little one under his nose, and added: "You can still do your homework here."

The little guy immediately picked up: "Xing Xing likes to do homework."

During this period of time, Cheng Huan also assigns some homework when teaching the children. He said that the homework is actually more like a game, and there will be rewards after completion. Xingxing is very accepting of this kind of activity.

During this period of time, he ate well, his nutrition kept up, and the flesh on his face increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. The little guy pouted when he spoke, his cheeks were bulging, and looked soft and soft, which made people feel the urge to pinch.

There was no need for Cheng Huan to bear it. When he thought about it, he really pinched it twice, and even dug a hole for his son in a wicked way: "Really? The stars are so good! But what if you don't like doing homework in the future?" ?”

The little guy was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't quite understand why his mother asked such a question. He blinked, and his long black eyelashes fell on his eyelids, so calm and beautiful that he didn't look like a real person.

"Impossible! Xing Xing likes to do homework."

The voice of the child broke Cheng Huan's fantasy. She came back to her senses, saw her son standing up straight, and said to her: "If Xing Xing doesn't like doing homework, mother will spank my ass!"

The original body just ignored the child before, and never touched the child except for that night.

Xing Xing didn't know what it was like to be spanked, but the little friend downstairs was often spanked, crying loudly and for a long time every time.

It must be very painful to cry so badly. The punishment of spanking has always been the most terrible punishment in the world in the heart of the little guy.

"That's a deal." Now that his son has said it all, what objection does Cheng Huan have? She tore off a piece of paper again, and wrote something on it with the pen she just drew.

The little guy thought that his mother still wanted to draw, but when he leaned over to read it, he found that it was an incomprehensible word.

He was curious: "Mom, what is this?"

"This is a written document. Write it down in case you forget it." After Cheng Huan finished writing, he signed his name in the lower right corner, put the pen into Xing Xing's hand, and took his hand to write his name.

The child's hands are soft, and Cheng Huan can't control his strength even after a layer of separation, and the words he writes are crooked.

It was the first time for Xing Xing to experience this kind of activity, and he was very curious: "Mom, am I also painting?"

"It's not a painting, it's a signature. These words are the name of the star. Writing it down means you've confirmed it."

After Cheng Huan finished speaking, he read the document again, which probably meant that Xingxing promised that he would always like it and do his homework on time, and if he regretted it, he would voluntarily accept punishment.

Xing Xing was only four years old, and he couldn't understand many sentences in that note.

What he cared most about was his own name, he kept poking his head out to read it, and even praised himself narcissistically after reading it.

"Mom, my name is also pretty!"