The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

His tone was so contagious that even Cheng Huan became looking forward to it.

The man was already planning how many pets he would have at home. Cheng Huan leaned on his chest and listened, feeling a little sleepy again. She hiccupped, squeezed out two tears, and was about to close her eyes and go back to sleep again. The question that I was interrupted by the man yesterday before I had time to ask it suddenly came back to my mind.

She woke up instantly and sat up straight.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Mingyuan was inexplicable: "Don't you like pets?"

Cheng Huan shook his head: "No."

She turned to look at the man with a serious expression, and even Jiang Mingyuan restrained the relaxed expression on his face: "What's the matter?"

"You..." Cheng Huan hesitated for a moment: "Didn't you ask me how I learned to cook?"

"Yes, you said grandpa taught you." Of course Jiang Mingyuan remembered this: "Is grandpa still alive?"

Cheng Huan shook his head.

"Then let's find a time to pay homage another day." Jiang Mingyuan recalled that Cheng Huan hadn't returned home during the New Year, "Are there any customs in your hometown that you need to pay attention to?"

"Nothing that needs special attention."

"That's fine." Jiang Mingyuan made a decision: "We'll go back after I finish my work."

Cheng Huan felt that the topic was completely wrong, and wanted to break it back: "But..."

"It's nothing to worry about, just sleep with me for a while." The man put his arms around her and rewrapped the quilt tightly, patting her on the back like coaxing a child. The next beat fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already daylight, and the person on the bed was not there. Cheng Huan sat on the bed for a while before getting up to change clothes.

After a night, the marks on her body became more conspicuous, reminding her once again of the madness of last night.

Cheng Huan took a look and forced herself not to think about these things. After washing, she opened the door and went out.

Opening the door, the aroma of food wafted over, and the voice of Xing Xing and Jiang Mingyuan talking not far away, asking when you can have breakfast.

"Just wait until mommy gets up."

The child took a sip of saliva smelling the aroma: "Then I'll wake mom up."

A few black lines appeared on Cheng Huan's head, and he walked quickly to the living room: "Stop calling."

As soon as she made a sound, the other two people looked over. Cheng Huan met Shang Jiang Mingyuan's eyes, blushed and looked away, went to the dining table and rubbed Xing Xing's head and complained: "Isn't there a conscience, mother is not as good as something to eat?" ?”

The little guy giggled, not afraid: "Mom can sleep again after getting up, but the delicious food will not taste good when it is cold."

Cheng Huan: "You know a lot."

"Of course!" The child looked quite proud, and with his chest out, he pulled her and urged, "Mom, come and eat."

Cheng Huan was pulled to sit beside him, and Jiang Mingyuan happened to be on the left. The man held her hand and kneaded it as soon as he sat down, with a serious expression on his face: "Let's eat."

Cheng Huan twitched his hand but didn't take it out, turned his head and stared at him, the man pretended not to see it, and put a soup dumpling in his left hand on the plate in front of her: "Taste it."

That pose is really awkward.

Cheng Huan had nothing to do with him, so he could only focus on the dining table. The breakfast on the table looked very rich, full of color and aroma, and probably tasted the same. The food was still steaming, and it looked like it had just been cooked Not long.

She asked Jiang Mingyuan: "Did you buy this?"

"I found someone to do it."

The villa in the suburbs has been vacant since Gu Mingli went abroad, and Jiang Mingyuan didn't plan to live in it. The servants in it were afraid of losing their jobs, so they found him.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't like outsiders in a mess at home, so he didn't want any servants, but he remembered that there was a chef who was very good at cooking, so he asked him to make this breakfast.

He briefly talked about the previous situation, and said to Cheng Huan: "Leave all three meals to him in the future, you don't have to be so busy."

Cheng Huan didn't quite agree with this: "I'm not busy, and cooking is the same as reading. If you don't move for a long time, you will become unfamiliar."

Jiang Mingyuan didn't force it: "Then you can do it when you want, and leave it to the chef if you don't want to."

He picked up another soup dumpling for Cheng Huan, and said sweet words in a flat tone: "Compared to what you make, I also like what you make."

Cheng Huan didn't know how to answer this, so she just ignored it. She turned her head to look at the kitchen, but she didn't see anyone inside: "Where's the chef you're talking about?"

"downstairs."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Well, getting a house is indeed a very simple thing for this guy.

...

After dinner, Jiang Mingyuan went to work, and Cheng Huan took Xingxing to visit the teacher.

Teacher Xin's home is also on the side of Xinsi Road, very close to the residential area that Cheng Huan rented before. The two made an appointment at ten o'clock in the morning. When they went, Teacher Xin was already waiting.

It was a girl in her twenties, with a baby face, a height of less than 1.6 meters, and two dimples when she smiled, which made it easy for people to have a good impression.

Cheng Huan chatted with the other party for two hours, and both parties were satisfied when they left. Only Xing Xing looked a little worried, and as soon as he went out, he hugged her leg and asked, "Mom, am I going to school?"

"Yeah, didn't you say it before?"

"But I don't want to play." The kid said with a bitter expression on his face, "I want to play games at home."

Cheng Huan: "..."

She didn't care about her son's whims, and took her downstairs. The driver was waiting downstairs. After the two went up, they went straight back.

The car drove back just past the renovation project of Xinsi Road, but in just a few months, a little half of that somewhat remote community had been demolished.

Cheng Huan looked at the ruins and asked the driver to stop. When the car stopped by the side of the road, she patted the stars and pointed out the window: "Did you see the uncles and aunts over there?"

Xing Xing stared at the window with wide eyes, and nodded.

"If you don't go to school, you will demolish houses with these uncles and aunts in the future."

The little guy shrank his neck.

The work on the construction site was in full swing, and the robotic arm didn't stop for a moment, and half of a complete house fell down in a short while. Large pieces of construction materials fell on the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and the excavator followed and shoveled away the construction waste on the ground.

"Oh, that's not right." Cheng Huan looked at it and changed his words, "If you don't study, you can't even demolish the house."

She looked at the stars and said regretfully, "Because you don't know how to drive an excavator yet."

Xing Xing was about to cry when he looked at it. It was gray outside, and he felt very uncomfortable at first glance. The little guy covered his nose and dared not say that he didn't want to study anymore. He pulled Cheng Huan's sleeve and urged in a low voice: "Mom Let's go home quickly."

Cheng Huan was here just to scare him. The goal was achieved, so there was no need to stay any longer. The vehicle started and continued to drive forward. Xing Xingbanban was sitting upright on the chair with a thoughtful expression on his face. He thought for a while, then twisted She turned her head and said to Cheng Huan, "Mom, let's go buy a schoolbag."

"OK."

"It must be particularly good-looking!"

"Can."

"I also want Superman on it!"

Cheng Huan turned around with a smile and pinched his nose: "Okay, I'll buy you a handsome schoolbag with Superman on it."

Xing Xing let out a "yeah", tilted slightly on the chair, and then began to express his feelings: "Mom, I like going to school the most!"

...

On Cheng Huan's side, the problem of children's schooling was solved, and on the other side, Jiang Mingyuan also got a new news.

The things he asked to investigate have not yet yielded results, but he learned something strange from Country M.

"You said she got very close to a young woman recently?" Jiang Mingyuan leaned back in his chair, his tone indifferent: "There should be more than that."

"It's really more than that. We checked the information of that lady and found that she should be Ms. Cheng Huan's half-sister."

This aroused Jiang Mingyuan's interest. He sat up and said in a more serious tone: "Cheng Huan's sister, are you sure?"

"It's basically certain."

"Don't move yet, let's see what they are going to do." Jiang Mingyuan frowned, then let go, and added a new task to the person on the other end of the phone: "Help me find out which one."

The person on the other end had been prepared for a long time. Not long after he put down the phone, Jiang Mingyuan almost got the detailed information.

According to the information above, Cheng Huan's mother remarried to another man after his father died, and gave birth to another daughter in the same year. That man used to do some wholesale business, and later he went south to open a clothing factory to do OEM. Now he has his own clothing brand, and he can be considered a successful person.

And the woman who is very close to Gu Mingli is the sister who is seven years younger than Cheng Huan. She is called Shen Xi, she is nineteen years old, and she is studying in college. He is very competitive, not only has good grades, but is also quite talented in fashion design, and is quite filial to his parents. He can be said to be a model of a winner in life.

When Jiang Mingyuan saw this document, he didn't let go of his brows. They were obviously sisters of the same mother, and the gap between them was so big. There were many awards that the girl had won on the document. Jiang Mingyuan was not interested in knowing, so he directly pulled Finally, I was about to close this document, but stopped when I saw the last paragraph.

After a long time, he dialed the number there again.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be waiting for a long time: "Boss, have you finished reading?"

"What does it mean that your personality has changed drastically?"

"As I said, in August last year, this Ms. Shen suddenly seemed to be a different person. Her personality became a little extreme and aggressive, and her talent in design seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Even the simplest clothing design I couldn’t even draw it, Ms. Shen’s parents took her to the hospital to have a look, and it was said that Ms. Shen was very uncooperative, but unfortunately nothing was found in the end.”

"And..." The man's voice paused for a while, he coughed, and continued: "Besides, Ms. Shen was a bit introverted, and she would blush when talking to the opposite sex, but now she is very open, and I heard that she still talks to herself. My little sister teamed up to make a duck."

He laughed a few times when he said this, and after he finished laughing, he remembered that the other end of the phone was not his subordinate but his boss, so he quickly restrained his emotions and made a summary: "In short, except for her looks, this Miss Shen is the same as before. It's different from the beginning to the end, and I wonder if it's a ghost... Cough, boss, that's all."

Jiang Mingyuan didn't speak. He somehow remembered the information about Cheng Huan that he saw before. It said that Cheng Huan didn't have a regular job before. It wasn't until August that he suddenly cut off contact with those people in the past and moved to open a barbecue stall.

If there was only one person, Jiang Mingyuan wouldn't think too much about it, but now someone tells him that there is another person who has undergone such a big change...

Can't think about it anymore! He closed his eyes, put his hands on his forehead, and exhaled.

There is no need to think about it now, there will be no other results except increased suspicion, why don't he go back and ask himself directly.

Jiang Mingyuan closed the document, reopened his work mailbox, and devoted all his energy to his work.