The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

"It looks good." Cheng Huan admired it and walked over to straighten his collar: "This looks better than a suit."

The hand at the collar was held by someone, and the palm of the other person's hand was warm, and her fingertips, which were slightly cold, were also warmed.

The man held her hand, brought it to her lips and kissed her gently: "If you like me, I will wear this from now on."

Cheng Huan laughed at him: "Is it possible that you can't wear one piece of clothing for a month?"

"It's not impossible." The man looked serious. After seeing her shock, he changed his expression. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and drew a smile line at the end of his eyes: "I'm joking."

He put down Cheng Huan's hand, intertwined his fingers and pulled her to sit on the sofa. He hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Will you buy me clothes from now on?"

"I'll think about it." Cheng Huan rolled his eyes slightly and leaned back. The other person's chest was close to her back, and the warmth from the man's body seemed to be transmitted through the clothes.

"How long do you need to think about it?" Jiang Mingyuan hummed, lifted up the long hair on his hand, sniffed it, and then asked, "Is one minute enough?"

"Stop being a rogue. How can you only think about things for a minute?" Cheng Huan glanced at him sideways and took his hair back from his hands: "And don't always use your hands or feet."

The other party was slightly dissatisfied: "You are mine."

Cheng Huan blushed: "It depends on the occasion."

Jiang Mingyuan followed her instructions and glanced at Xingxing, who was playing with a new toy not far away. He put down his half-stretched hand, straightened up, put the person on his lap and sat down, and asked another thing: "What are you doing?" It’s time to move it up.”

Cheng Huan: "...Isn't this too fast?"

"No, I've been waiting for a long time."

"..."

"Huh? When?" The man asked again, and then answered in his own mind: "Maybe after the new year. When we come back from traveling, you can move into a room with me, okay?"

"I personally don't agree with living together before marriage..."

"You can get married now."

"The Civil Affairs Bureau is off duty."

"You can go tomorrow." The man lowered his head again and sniffed at his neck like a puppy: "Okay?"

"Jiang Mingyuan, why are you like this!" Cheng Huan opened his hands on his waist with red ears, stood up and turned around to glare at him: "You were not like this before."

"You don't like it?"

Cheng Huan: "..."

She was silent for a while, but still didn't say what she didn't like out loud. She held it in until she rolled her eyes again and turned around to cook: "Anyway, you have to take your time when getting married. There has to be a review period, right?"

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan stood up and followed him: "You can do whatever inspection you want, but don't take too long."

Cheng Huan opened the refrigerator and asked casually: "What? It's been too long and you've exposed your true nature?"

"Yeah." The man behind him responded, paused for a moment and said, "I won't be able to bear it for too long."

Cheng Huan grabbed two tomatoes in his hand. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it, he couldn't bear to throw the things over: "What did you say?"

They were so close that it didn't hurt if things hit them. Jiang Mingyuan took the tomatoes with one hand, walked over and washed them in the sink. After washing them thoroughly, he asked, "How do you want to cut them?"

Cheng Huan couldn't react to his change. He was stunned for a while and then said: "Just cut it into cubes."

"Okay." The tomatoes were placed on the chopping board, slender fingers pressed on it, the blade fell, and the round tomatoes were cut in half from the middle.

Cheng Huan watched his movements from the side, and the kitchen became quiet again.

Jiang Mingyuan was not skilled in chopping, but he was very serious. After cutting one piece, he put the tomato pieces on the cutting board into the plate and continued to cut the next one.

Cheng Huan waited for a while to make sure he had nothing else to do, then opened the refrigerator to get something else. The refrigerator door opened and she found a cleaned half chicken. As soon as she touched the bag, she heard the person behind her say: "My personality is too boring and not very lovable. My mother used to say that I was always hard to see through. No one knows what you like or don’t like, so it’s hard for people to get close to you.”

The movement of his hands stopped, Cheng Huan turned around, and watched the man cut the last piece of tomato, put it on the plate, and continued: "I feel that now that the relationship is confirmed, it can't be the same as before. I have to take the initiative, right? ?”

He turned his head and showed a slight smile to Cheng Huan: "If there is something you don't like, just mention it and I will pay attention."

"No, I actually don't like it." It's just that the sudden change made her a little uncomfortable, but she'll get used to it.

She pursed her lips, looked up at Jiang Mingyuan, then turned around and took out the half chicken from the refrigerator: "How about chestnut roast chicken tonight?"

"good."

"Then help me peel the chestnuts."

"Um."

…

The day was not much different from usual. After dinner, the family discussed tomorrow's itinerary with the news broadcast in the background.

Only in the evening did Xingxing find out that he was going back to his father's hometown to visit his grandfather. He was very curious about his new family and kept asking many questions, such as how old his grandfather was, how tall he was, what he looked like, etc.

Jiang Mingyuan was also very talkative about his father. He asked Xingxing to wait while he went upstairs to get a photo.

The photo was the one he kept in his study. It showed the young version of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother and the young version of him. Xingxing let out a sigh as soon as he saw the photo. He opened his eyes wide, pointed at the middle of the photo and asked, "Is this me?"

"This is dad." Jiang Mingyuan explained with a smile, pointing to the photo to introduce the person on it, and also told interesting things about the time when the photo was taken.

This was the first time he mentioned his previous affairs. Cheng Huan and Xingxing listened with great interest. Seeing their interest, Jiang Mingyuan picked out some other more interesting things to talk about. After saying this, it was already ten o'clock. Xingxing was so sleepy that he kept yawning. Jiang Mingyuan put down the photo and took Xingxing to take a bath. After the bath, he coaxed his son to sleep and walked to the living room again.

Cheng Huan had just finished taking a shower and was sitting on the sofa in her pajamas. When she saw Jiang Mingyuan coming out, she got up and went over.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Mingyuan saw that she had something to say.

"Um... when I go back to your hometown tomorrow, should I buy some gifts?"

Jiang Mingyuan tucked a strand of hair back from her forehead and said in a gentle tone, "No, these assistants will prepare it. You just need to bring someone over."

"That's not it." Cheng Huan gritted his teeth: "I just want to ask your mother what she likes."

Cheng Huan didn't like Mrs. Jiang. Whether it was in the plot of the novel or in reality, just the fact that she found someone to go to the kindergarten to draw Xingxing's blood made her not have a good impression of this future "mother-in-law" whom she had never met.

But whether or not you have a good impression is one thing. The other party is Jiang Mingyuan's mother is another matter. The blood relationship cannot be separated. Cheng Huan is not willing to let the man be caught in the middle. She doesn't mind as long as the principle is not involved. Please "please" Mrs. Jiang a little.

Jiang Mingyuan could also see what she was thinking. The man sighed inwardly, his fingertips touched her eyebrows, and his voice was gentle: "I'm just happy to meet you."

"Don't interrupt, let's get down to business." Cheng Huan grabbed his hand and held it, with some tangle on his face: "Don't say it's too expensive. I can't afford it. And it's too late now. Many stores are closed, and I don’t know if I will be able to buy anything tomorrow.”

Jiang Mingyuan lowered his head and played with her fingers: "Don't worry about any of this."

"Why, are you ready for this?"

"No." Jiang Mingyuan took her hand and kissed it on the fingertips: "There is no need for these, she is not in the country."

"You won't come back for the New Year!"

"If you don't come back, I probably won't come back in the future." When mentioning his mother, the man's mood was not very high. He smiled and skipped the topic: "Don't think about it, go to bed early, and don't think too much like last night. Insomnia."

"How can I have insomnia every day?" Cheng Huan took out his hand, snorted, and then said awkwardly: "You should go to bed early."

"Um."

"Good night then……"

"good."

The man kept looking at her without making any move. Cheng Huan stopped and considered for a moment, then suddenly stood up on tiptoes and touched her lips.

"Night……"

As soon as she said a word, the rest of the words were swallowed up. The hand covering the back of her head prevented her from escaping. This kiss was far more intense than the one in the afternoon. The man's movements were fierce, as if he wanted to eat her into his belly.

After his mouth was thoroughly explored, Cheng Huan was finally let go. The man was breathing heavily and his eyes were extremely dark. He stretched out his hand, wiped away the water stains on the lips in front of him with his thumb, and kissed him again. Then he said goodbye again: "I'm going up."

"Go." Cheng Huan was a little flustered by his behavior. She waved her hand and hesitated for a few seconds before following and watching the person get into the elevator. The elevator closed, blocking the view of the person inside.

Cheng let out a sigh of relief, tested the temperature on her face with the back of her hand, bit her lip and returned to the room. She changed her clothes and went to bed, wrapping herself in the quilt from head to toe. After a while, the quilt opened a crack and peeked out from inside. After getting out of his head, Cheng Huan took a deep breath of the fresh air outside and patted his face: "Sleep, sleep."

After saying that, he wrapped himself in the quilt again and closed his eyes, leaving his head outside this time.

…

Although there were a lot of things on her mind, Cheng Huan slept well that night. When she woke up in the morning, it was only six o'clock. She got up slowly and prepared breakfast. Jiang Mingyuan got off the bed before it was ready. The two of them were in bed. The kitchen was busy for a while. After breakfast, the man came to help her pack things again.

This time I will stay in my hometown for three days and three nights. I will go there in the afternoon and come back in the second grade of junior high school. The time is short, so I don’t need to prepare too many clothes. It’s just that winter clothes are bulky, so I still packed two large suitcases.

The luggage was ready and put aside. Cheng Huan washed her hands and applied hand cream. She carefully took care of every corner of her fingers. Suddenly she remembered and asked, "By the way, where are we having New Year's Eve dinner?"

The Jiang family is a big one. Father Jiang’s brothers and sisters alone have four, and there are even more in the previous generation. Grandpa Jiang has eight brothers and sisters, and each brother and sister has given birth to many next generations. Taken together, there are slightly more. There are nearly a hundred relatives nearby.

Grandpa Jiang Mingyuan died early. Father Jiang and his brothers were brought up by his uncle, who was ninety-five years old and in good health. Jiang Mingyuan went back firstly to pay homage to his father, and secondly to visit this great grandfather.

He had almost fallen out with Grandpa Jiang's uncles and brothers, but his relationship with him was not bad. There were many people who wanted to curry favor with him, and several families were vying to treat him to a meal.

It's just that that was before. This year he has a family to take care of, so it's naturally not easy for him to go to other people's homes.

"I'll book a table."

"Let's do it ourselves."

The two of them spoke at the same time and looked at each other after speaking. Cheng Huan heard what he said and waved his hands with a smile: "What's the point of eating other people's New Year's Eve dinner? It's so fun to cook it yourself. Didn't you say there is a kitchen in the villa?"

"have……"

"Then let's go buy something and make it ourselves. We need to have a Chinese New Year atmosphere." She thought that when she was a child, she and her grandfather would cook a lot of things during the Chinese New Year. Although she hasn't prepared anything now, she can't skip the New Year's Eve dinner: "By the way, that's the place back home. Can I buy something here?"

"have"

"Then let's cook it ourselves. There are only three of us, so we don't have to cook too much. By the way, what dish do you like? Do you like shrimp?"

"like."

"It's true, your son also likes shrimp." Cheng Huan wrote it down in the memo on his phone, and asked him what type of shrimp he liked. Jiang Mingyuan said everything was fine.

"It's too late now. I'm sure I won't be able to buy a lot of things. I still prefer green shrimps, which have more meat."

"Then I want this."

"It depends on the situation, you may not be able to buy it."

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan said softly. While Cheng Huan was thinking about the food for the New Year's Eve dinner, he walked out and made a phone call.

"Help me see if there are any kitchen utensils at home and make up for those that are missing. Also, prepare the ingredients. I want fresh prawns and have them flown over."