The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

Jiang Mingyuan glanced at the disaster not far away and said to his son: "This is not money, but it contains money."

"How can there be money in this?" Xingxing opened the card and couldn't find any gaps, so he became more suspicious.

"It's not that there's money in it..." Because of the child's suspicion, Jiang Mingyuan had to explain to him in detail how the money was contained in this small card.

Xingxing half understood what he heard, but he realized that his father had not lied to him, so the little card that was not valued at first became his new love. Xingxing stared at the card, as if he saw the shadow of a new toy on it, he After reading it, he returned the card to Cheng Huan: "Mom, hold it for me."

After going round and round, the meeting gift given to Xingxing by Gu Mingli finally came to Cheng Huan. She put the bank card away, agreed to buy a new toy for Xingxing, and started chasing people away.

Xingxing slept with his father for two nights and accepted sleeping with him well. When his mother urged him to sleep with him, he consciously held his father's hand.

The father and son walked into the elevator, and Xingxing pulled him and whispered: "Dad, am I doing great today?"

Jiang Mingyuan lowered his head and looked at his son. He was slightly silent. When the elevator opened, he let out a low hum.

"Then we won't let mom know tomorrow!" The little guy clenched his fist and asked, "When will the shiny one arrive?"

"The day after tomorrow."

"Did I give it to my mother?"

"No." Jiang Mingyuan glanced at his son, found a change of pajamas, and went in to fill the bathtub with water.

"Why?!" Xingxing followed up and stomped his feet: "I chose that one!"

Jiang Mingyuan stretched out his hand to test the water temperature, while addressing his son: "Because I paid for it."

When it came to money, the little guy was very confident about it. He raised his hands, lay on his father's back, hugged his neck and hummed, "I have money too."

Jiang Mingyuan hummed, supported Xingxing and carried him aside. He felt that it was quite childish for him to be so serious with the child, so he relaxed and said, "Next time it's up to you."

"But I like that shiny one."

"You can buy the same shiny one next time." Jiang Mingyuan suggested.

This idea was recognized by Xingxing. After thinking about it for a while, the little guy stopped making trouble and cooperated with his father to take off his clothes and got into the bathtub with water.

Jiang Mingyuan's bathtub was big enough for swimming without drowning people. Xingxing was fascinated by playing with the pepper chicken in the water, so the bathing time was postponed indefinitely. Jiang Mingyuan kept watching, testing the water temperature from time to time. He felt that the water temperature was a bit low, so he forcibly took the child out, put it under the shower, washed it again, dried his body, put on his pajamas, and carried him out.

After taking a shower, Xingxing didn't want to sleep yet. He was rolled on the bed twice. He moved to the bedside and picked up a picture book on the cabinet to read. There was heating in the apartment, and he was not afraid of freezing even in his pajamas. Jiang Mingyuan had nothing to do. Worried, he told her not to go out and went to find some clothes to take a shower.

He took a quick shower, and Xingxing was still asleep when he came out. The little guy was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a picture book on his lap, laughing while reading.

Jiang Mingyuan wiped his hair, walked over, lifted the quilt, and asked him to come over and sleep.

"Wait a minute." Xingxing lowered his head and said, still staring at the book. He flipped through two pages and after reading what he wanted to know, he put the book aside with satisfaction and rolled into bed. Active request: "Dad, I don't want you to tell stories anymore."

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan was really not very good at telling stories. He was relieved to hear what he said. He tucked in the quilt and patted the outside twice: "Go to sleep."

"Well, good night, Dad."

"Good night." Jiang Mingyuan kissed him gently on the forehead and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go to the company with dad tomorrow?"

The little guy closed his eyes and shook his head, clenched his hands into fists and put them to his mouth, and soon fell asleep.

…

The next day, Jiang Mingyuan went to work alone. Not long after arriving at the company, he received a call from Gu Mingli.

Gu Mingli was the one who conveyed the news to Jiang Xudong, saying that he was willing to go abroad to help him take care of the shipping business.

Jiang Mingyuan was not surprised when he heard this. He set a time for Jiang Xudong to come over at that time. After putting down the phone, he contacted the lawyer and asked him to prepare the necessary materials.

The appointment time with Jiang Xudong was at three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, but the other party came half an hour early. When Jiang Mingyuan came back from inspecting the branch, he heard that the other party had arrived.

Jiang Xudong was sitting in the reception room on the top floor, looking at the decorations in the room with infinite emotion in his heart.

A few years ago, he still had the final say here. He could make Jiang Mingyuan wait here for a whole day without giving him a glass of water, and he could also ask the front desk to directly block people from the door. But now the priority has changed, and he has become the one asking for help, waiting here in panic, waiting for possible mercy from his nephew.

In the past few years, Jiang Xudong can be said to have been frightened out of his wits. Most of the people who used to hang out together have gone to prison. His hands and feet were clean, no problems were found, and he escaped from jail. However, his career was ruined. Not only was his shares in Jiang's company forced to be transferred to others, but even his outside companies were not spared, and they all went bankrupt. end.

Jiang Xudong spent most of his life savings in it, which can be said to have fallen from the sky to the earth. He was unwilling to give in at first and tried to make a comeback. However, he failed every time and owed a lot of debt to the bank.

He had no job, and few people dared to associate with him. If it weren't for Gu Mingli who helped him pay off his debts and provided financial aid from time to time, Jiang Xudong would even have trouble eating. He was fed up with his current life, so when he heard the news from Gu Mingli, he came over even though he felt that the nephew could not have any good intentions.

"Third uncle." The door of the reception room was opened, Jiang Mingyuan walked in with someone from the outside, and sat across from him: "I've been waiting for a long time."

"I've only been here not long ago." Jiang Xudong came back to his senses and smiled at Jiang Mingyuan. He smiled humbly, but the reality made him lower his noble head in front of his nephew.

"No need to gossip, let's get down to business." Jiang Mingyuan raised his chin, and the lawyer took out the information he had prepared and told Jiang Xudong all the information about the company.

That company was bought by Jiang Mingyuan's father for him to practice when he was studying abroad. Later, Jiang's father died unexpectedly and he took a leave of absence from school and returned to China. The company has been in a state of being put aside and handed over to professional managers to take care of. Because the foundation is good, every year There are still millions of profits.

"Only a few million?" Jiang Xudong was greatly disappointed. He thought that based on his nephew's ability, his company would start with at least tens of millions.

Jiang Mingyuan stared at his fingertips and said a fact in an indifferent tone: "Go out and have these millions, or stay here and not make a penny. You can choose for yourself."

Jiang Xudong stared at him, as if he was about to explode at any moment. There was obvious and deep hatred in his eyes. He gritted his teeth. After a long time, he squeezed out a few words from his throat: "I'm going out."

"Okay, you can talk to the lawyer about the following things. I have something else to do, so I'm sorry." Jiang Mingyuan nodded, got up and walked out.

The transfer of the company's equity is not something that can be done overnight, and Jiang Mingyuan is not prepared to pay much attention to it. He left the conference room and returned to the office. Not long after he started working, his assistant knocked on the door and came in. He said that the eleg person was down below to deliver a bag to him.

"Let her come up."

"Okay." The assistant nodded and went out ably. As soon as the door closed, the expression on her face changed. She ran back to the office quickly, returned the call to the front desk, and couldn't wait to spread the news to her colleagues: "Boss I bought a bag and it looks like I’m going to give it away!”

The female colleague next to her sighed, fell back in her chair, and tilted her head to look at her: "Stop talking, I feel bad."

"Stop dreaming, get up and get to work." The assistant who spread the news was already married and had no idea about the boss. Hearing this, he pulled him up and said, "Even if you feel sorry for the boss, he won't become yours. It will only happen because of work." Performance will deduct your bonus.”

Deducting bonuses can be said to be a big killer. The female colleague didn't feel distressed as soon as she heard that. She sat up and started working energetically. While busy, she guessed: "How much year-end bonus do you think the boss will give out this year?"

"I don't know, but it won't be less."

…

Two minutes after the assistant left, the eleg staff came up. With a brown paper bag in her hand, she knocked on the door and let Jiang Mingyuan inspect the goods. After confirming that there was no problem, she handed over the bill for Jiang Mingyuan to sign.

For large customers, the bills of these luxury stores are settled monthly.

Because something was delayed in the morning, Jiang Mingyuan had to work overtime again in the evening. It was already past eleven o'clock when he returned.

He went upstairs with the undelivered handbag, thinking about whether to send a message to someone, but he was afraid that the person downstairs was already asleep.

Just as he was hesitating, the other party's message was sent first.

"Are you home yet?"

As the end of the year approaches, Cheng Huan is also very busy. He has to consider New Year activities and overtime arrangements, count the employees who are about to leave, and replenish the staff as soon as possible after the New Year. The temperature rises after the New Year, and the dishes have to be changed.

She wrote the plan on the paper, and vaguely seemed to hear the sound of the elevator. Cheng Huan sneered, feeling that he was hallucinating.

The elevator in this apartment made no noise at all. How could she hear it through several doors? Although she told herself this, Cheng Huan couldn't let it go. After thinking about it for a while, she still sent a message.

I didn't expect that person to actually come back.

It was late, and the two didn't chat for too long. After saying a few words, they urged each other to go to bed. After sending the message, Cheng Huan put down his phone, stood up and stretched, went to Xingxing's room to take a look, changed his clothes and went to bed.

The next day, Cheng Huan got up early to cook. Jiang Mingyuan came down just after washing the rice. He was still wearing the neat suit and shiny leather shoes, but his hair was not combed back. A few strands of broken hair fell in front of his forehead. The man had one hand behind his back, and the diamonds on the other cuff that hung naturally were shining slightly. The light looked slightly different from usual, but I couldn't tell what was different.

Cheng Huan turned to look at him for a while, but couldn't find any specific difference, so she stopped looking. She turned around and plugged in the power: "Why are you here so early today?"

"A bit..." Jiang Mingyuan opened his mouth and found that his voice was a bit hoarse. He cleared his throat with a light cough and continued, "I have something to ask you about."

"What's the matter?" Cheng Huan turned around and asked.

The man approached slowly, his jaw stretched into a straight line, and he looked a little nervous. He stretched out his hand behind his back, holding a bag in his hand. The bag was pure white, with a little fluff, and the front was made of gems. The trademark shines with a charming luster.

Jiang Mingyuan handed the thing to Cheng Huan and said dryly: "A gift for you."