The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

Jiang Mingyuan said that Cheng Huan was so frightened when she went to get the marriage certificate that her first reaction was to refuse. However, when he said he was joking, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little disappointed.

Cheng Huan secretly sighed that she was really cheap. She took a deep breath, suppressed those strange feelings, turned her face away, and asked him when he would leave.

"Let's go." Jiang Mingyuan didn't go to the company today, but he had to meet a guest in the afternoon, about three o'clock, so he had to leave early.

"Then be careful on the road." Cheng Huan got up and went to see him off.

The elevator stopped on the first floor. After waiting for a while, Jiang Mingyuan suddenly turned around and asked, facing the constantly beating numbers, "How to arrange the New Year's Day?"

"Huh?" Cheng Huan took his eyes off the phone screen and hesitated, then replied: "There is no special arrangement, it should be the same as before."

She has no close friends here, and her original family only has one mother. However, she has remarried for many years, and the two have lost contact for a long time. Even if Cheng Huan wants to visit, she can't find a place.

"Is that so?" Jiang Mingyuan frowned, hesitated and said, "I am going back to my hometown to worship my ancestors on New Year's Eve, and I want to take the stars back and let my father see them."

"Is it far?"

"It's two provinces away."

Cheng Huan snorted, thought for a while, and then nodded in agreement: "This is as it should be. You can take it over."

"how about you?"

"Me? I'll be fine at home alone." Cheng Huan didn't care.

After his grandfather died in his previous life, Cheng Huan always came to celebrate the New Year alone. He was used to it and didn't think it was a big deal.

"No one is celebrating the New Year at home." Jiang Mingyuan took a step to the side and walked out of the elevator's detection range. The elevator door, which had been opening and closing, finally closed completely. He walked to Cheng Huan's side, with a hint of pleading in his words: "Why don't you How about you go back to your hometown with me?"

Cheng Huan was standing in the corner. Jiang Mingyuan stood in front of her, blocking almost all the space. In front of her was the man's broad chest. Cheng Huan clung to the wall and looked down at the lines on his suit: "I... It’s inconvenient.”

"There's nothing inconvenient, it just depends on whether you are willing." Jiang Mingyuan stretched out his hand and put it on her shoulder, reaching her weak point: "And Xingxing definitely doesn't want to be separated from you."

"I..." Cheng Huan was speechless. The hand on her shoulder put great pressure on him. She glanced sideways, her ears reddish, and said to think about it.

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan raised the corners of his lips, put down his hand and said close to her ear, "I'm waiting for your good news."

The breath of the man's words hit the ear, making the area even hotter. The blush spread from the ear to the neck, and there were signs of traveling to the face.

Cheng Huan felt as if the skin was on fire. She tilted her head back, put her hand on the other person's chest, and her eyelashes trembled slightly: "You should leave quickly, you are going to be late."

Jiang Mingyuan was pushed away, but he didn't feel angry. His eyes glanced from the other person's earlobe, and the smile on his face became deeper. He said good, pressed the elevator again, and when he went downstairs and got in the car, he gave Qi Shan a shot. I made a phone call and told him to give him a year-end bonus of 10%.

Qi Shan, who received two salary increases in a short period of time: "...Thank you, boss."

…

Jiang's holiday started on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, which meant that the annual meeting was the last day of work. The employees who had no worries were obviously very relaxed and drank more freely than usual.

In such a lively occasion, there is basically no talk of superiors and subordinates. Even Jiang Mingyuan, who has always been very dignified, was toasted a lot. There were too many employees who came to toast. Although he could drink well, some of them were already drunk by the end.

After being drunk, Jiang Mingyuan looked no different from usual. His face didn't even turn red, his speech was clear, his expression was as usual, and he didn't even walk crookedly. Probably only people who were familiar with him could tell the difference between this person's slow reaction and his disappearance. Focus's eyes revealed that he was already drunk.

Qi Shan and Jiang Mingyuan had been in and out of many dinner parties and were familiar with the boss's various reactions. Seeing him like this, he knew that it was no longer possible, so he blocked those who were still preparing to toast, and took the decision to take people home first.

There is a distance between the hotel where the annual meeting is held and the apartment, and it takes more than 20 minutes to drive. When we arrived at the apartment downstairs, Jiang Mingyuan, who had looked normal at first, had fallen into a puddle of mud in the back seat.

Qi Shan and the driver got out of the car, and the two of them worked together to pull the person out. Jiang Mingyuan was awakened by this movement, frowned and glanced sideways, stretched out his hand to push the person away, and stood up holding the car.

"Boss, can you still leave?"

The person being questioned did not respond. After the standing meeting, he took a step forward. He walked slowly but steadily. He looked like there was nothing wrong with him, but Qi Shan did not dare to leave him alone. He stood beside him and followed him into the elevator.

As soon as he entered the elevator, Jiang Mingyuan swiped his card and pressed the floor, leaned against the elevator wall and closed his eyes to rest. The elevator moved very fast, and he arrived at the place after twenty seconds. Qishan called twice, he opened his eyes, and took a step forward while holding the elevator. Step out.

Qi Shan followed him out of the elevator and entered the door. He turned on the light and went to boil water for him to make hangover soup.

The cooked hangover soup was placed on the coffee table. Qishan asked in a low voice: "Boss, do you want me to stay and take care of you?"

Jiang Mingyuan put his thumb on his forehead, enduring waves of headache, and shook his head after a while: "No need."

This was the answer every time in the past, so Qi Shan was not surprised. He told him not to forget to drink the hangover soup, and went out to say goodbye.

The driver was still waiting downstairs. He watched him get in the car and asked how the boss was doing before starting the car.

Stepping on the accelerator, the car slowly drove away from the apartment. Qishan looked at the apartment building gradually going away, and suddenly found that there was still a light on a certain floor.

He said "hmm" and suddenly thought of something. He picked up his phone and found a number in his address book to dial.

…

Cheng Huan had just finished playing the game and was about to go to bed. As soon as he put down his phone, the phone rang.

She glanced at the caller and answered the call with some confusion: "Hello?"

"Hello, Miss Cheng, I am Qi Shan, do you remember?"

"Remember, what's the matter?" Cheng Huan's tone was a little worried. She knew that this person was Jiang Mingyuan's assistant. If she was calling now, could it be that something happened to the other party?

"That's right." He got straight to the point: "Boss, he's drunk. He's alone at home now. I'd like to ask if it's convenient for you to go up and take care of him. It doesn't take too much trouble. Just watch him drink the hangover soup."

"Okay." Cheng Huan only hesitated for a second before agreeing. She hung up the phone, got up, changed into a set of clothes suitable for going out, and went upstairs with her keys.

Jiang Mingyuan was still on the sofa when Cheng Huan came up. He raised his head and closed his eyes, with deep furrows between his brows, looking uncomfortable. The hangover soup on the coffee table was left as it was, with no trace of it being touched.

She walked over and touched the wall of the bowl with the back of her hand to test the temperature. It was not hot and could be eaten. Cheng Huan walked to the person and pushed him: "Jiang Mingyuan?"

The man didn't respond at first. After a while, he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at her intently.

"Your assistant said you were drunk and asked me to take care of you." She came closer and said, "Drink the hangover soup."

Jiang Mingyuan didn't react at all, he just looked at her intently, even blinking a little slower than usual. Cheng Huan waited for a long time without a response, so he had no choice but to say it again, then turned around and bent down to get the sobering soup.

A hand reached behind her and wrapped around her waist before she reached the bowl, leading her back.

Cheng Huan said "Oh" and was taken into someone's arms. He reacted quickly and tried to get out. However, the other person's arms were too tight and there was no way to escape.

She tried twice but failed to open the man's arm. The angry man slapped his arm: "Jiang Mingyuan, don't act like a hooligan."

"Yes." The man responded in a low voice, without any sign of loosening his arms. He leaned over, rested his chin on Cheng Huan's shoulder, and sighed: "Don't move."

He had drunk a lot of wine, and the smell of alcohol was on his breath. In fact, it didn't smell very good. Cheng Huan frowned at the smell, and pressed harder on his hands on his waist. After doing so for a long time, it turned out that it was that person. He wrapped his remaining arms around him.

"Jiang Mingyuan!" Cheng Huan scolded in a low voice, "Are you pretending to be drunk?"

The man hummed again, still maintaining the same posture.

She had exhausted all her strength just now and was not struggling now. Her shoulders were being pressed so hard that she reached out and pushed the man's face back. The next second, the man came closer again.

Cheng Huan was furious: "What do you want to do?"

She had already prepared for the worst, considering how to deal with the other party if she wanted to force a relationship. However, the person behind her did not react at all after hearing this, and did not take any further action. He remained in the same posture and remained silent for a long time. Then he said in her ear: "I want to marry you."

Cheng Huan: "..."

She no longer knows whether this person is really drunk or pretending to be drunk. Logically speaking, if he is pretending to be drunk, he should not miss this opportunity, but if he is really drunk... Is this what he looks like when he is drunk?

Cheng Huan was suspicious and wanted to test her. She tilted her head back, looked at his side face and asked, "Why are you getting married?"

When the words came out of her mouth, she was surprised to realize that there was actually some joy mixed in them.

She coughed lightly as if to cover up and turned her face away, feeling that her previous rejection seemed unreasonable and she became agitated. However, the drunk man behind him didn't notice this abnormality at all. He frowned, thinking about this question amidst the waves of pain in his head, and then answered: "If you get married, you can be together for the rest of your life."

"That's not right." After he finished speaking, he refuted again. An elegant figure appeared in his mind. His brows furrowed deeper, his hand around Cheng Huan's waist tightened, his breathing became heavy, and he gritted his teeth and said: " Not even marriage.”

There was a bit of pain in the voice.

Cheng Huan didn't know who he was thinking of to say that, and she felt a little choked in her heart. She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything for a long time, and finally turned her face to the side and fell silent.

She didn't speak, and Jiang Mingyuan didn't speak either. They just kept holding him in his arms in this posture. Cheng Huan had been sitting for a long time, and her legs were a little numb. She guessed whether the man had fallen asleep, and after trying to move away, she found out that he hadn't.

"Don't move." Jiang Mingyuan retracted his arms, and the breath when he spoke words hit her neck, the heat was amazing.

"Would you like to stay with me?" Cheng Huan heard him say. The man moved his face closer, the tip of his nose touched her chin, and his lips touched her neck. There was a seductive tone in his low voice: "For a lifetime. OK?"

Listening to his words, Cheng Huan couldn't resist at all. She was silent for a moment and said yes softly.

Life is too long, and she doesn't know if there will be any accidents in the future, but at this moment, she is indeed willing.