The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Is this coming?

Jiang Mingyuan has no experience in suing and is not good at such family disputes, especially his own family disputes.

For a moment, he didn't know how to make a statement. After thinking about it, he asked, "Where did you fight?"

"Spanking." Asshole's sympathy still seemed to have disappeared, and the star reached out and touched it, crying again: "It hurts."

"Why did your mother hit you?" He heard the little boy's pitiful little voice, and Jiang Mingyuan also had a little pain. He hadn't been beaten since he was a kid, and he didn't agree with stick education. I thought about this with Cheng Huan, just Before that, he had to figure out what caused the child.

"Because ... because ..." Star stuttered. "Because I helped my mother."

"Huh?" Jiang Mingyuan didn't understand the situation. Why would he be beaten for help?

The purpose of Xingxing's phone call was to complain. He knew that he had done something wrong, but he couldn't retell his mother's words, and tossed them over and over again to help him be beaten. Jiang Mingyuan was confused, guessing that there should be hidden feelings, and it was hard to say anything. He coaxed a few words, promised many gifts, and made his son happy, and then hung up the phone.

At the end of the call, Jiang Mingyuan held the mobile phone and considered the meeting, sending a message to Cheng Huan, the style is the same as usual.

have time? ]

Cheng Huan saw this message after eating and bathing the stars. He was a little speechless about this familiar beginning. He tapped his finger on the screen a few times and returned a message.

[Something? ]

Not long after the two words were sent out, the phone came over. Looking at the familiar numbers, Cheng Huan pressed to answer.

"You're looking for me," Cheng Huan first asked, "Do you want to take the stars out to play tomorrow?"

Besides this, she couldn't think of anything else that needed them to contact privately.

"No, I probably don't have much time lately. I can't take my child out." Jiang Mingyuan apologized. "I'm looking for you today for another thing."

He paused slightly and continued, "Listen to the stars, you hit him?"

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"This is going to sue!" Cheng Huan sat next to the bed, poking at the little guy's face with his hand, and his tone was not very good: "Why, are you here to confess sin?"

"No." Jiang Mingyuan denied: "The child called today and said he was beaten to help with his work. I don't think he could make it clear, so I wanted to ask."

He speaks at a slow pace, is not aggressive, and sounds comfortable to listen to. Cheng Huan got up and walked out of the bedroom. The resistance in her heart had dissipated. She spoke in a casual tone and recounted what happened before.

"It turned out to be that way, it really should be a lesson." Jiang Mingyuan also felt a little funny after listening. He paused and said, "The child is too young to speak clearly. He said today that you let him ignore me. It made me worry all night. "

Cheng Huan: "..."

This little kid, why tell him everything?

Cheng Huan had the idea of dragging people up for another meal. He also said yesterday that they are from one country, and today he rebelled!

She didn't know what the little fart had said to Jiang Mingyuan, and she didn't know how to speak for a while.

Jiang Mingyuan waited for the meeting and knew from Cheng Huan's silence that this was true. The son could not rely on it, and could only go on his own. He changed his posture and asked: "Is there anything I can't do?

Cheng Huan: "..."

I ca nt say that I doubt you look down on the clothes I bought.

The phone was silent for a while, and Jiang Mingyuan heard the reply over there: "Nothing, don't think too much."

As if to cover up, after saying this, the woman on the phone yawned and said to him, "I'm sleepy. Let me tell you something else."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Mingyuan called before she hung up. "I have something to discuss with you. May I put some clothes with you?"

"No ..." Cheng Huan refused without thinking.

The man was not embarrassed to be rejected, but continued to say: "Since I am the father of the child, I ca nt be a shopkeeper. Those accidents may happen in the future. It s more convenient to have spare clothes. Do nt worry, I wo nt Take too much and not take up too much space. "

This statement also makes sense, but Cheng Huan was still reluctant: "You didn't bring a set yesterday."

"I still lack a coat and slippers." Jiang Mingyuan responded quickly, and he asked tentatively, "Why not bring me next time?"

"Do you have to bring the slippers here?" Cheng Huan thought a bit of a trifle: "You can't buy it directly here. How many yards do you wear?"

"That would bother you." The voice on the other end of the phone seemed a little pleasant. "I wear 43 shoes."

...

At the end of the call, Cheng Huan took the mobile phone to his eyes, and some did not understand how he agreed to buy him slippers.

She frowned, throwing her cellphone a little irritated, her fingers scratching her hair like a lunatic.

After venting, Cheng Huan reluctantly returned to normal. She took a towel and squeezed toothpaste to prepare for washing. She came out and put on a mask. She washed her face and went to bed. When she opened the quilt, she remembered something. Take that bag of clothes in the corner and put them on a hanger.

The clothes were those bought by himself. Cheng Huan hung up, first a t-shirt, then a sweater. Below were pants, and at the bottom, a pair of underpants.

Cheng Huan hung the hanger on the crossbar and took out the last one. The fabric of the underwear felt very comfortable, and the creases on it showed the fact that the owner did not pass through.

She poked her lips, remembering that there was only one box of underwear left before, and didn't know what was going on, Cheng Huan suddenly raised a comparative mind.

The underpants placed in the box were found out and overlapped with the left hand. From the comparison, it can be clearly seen that the crotch of the left hand is indeed larger.

She didn't lie. Cheng Huan finished and nodded. She grabbed the pair of trousers and shook them halfway. Then she stopped suddenly and threw the **** aside like hot hands.

She has a snake disease!

Cheng Huan didn't know why he wanted to do this thing, in retrospect, he felt that he was abnormal! She blushed, grabbed the smaller **** and put them in the box, and threw the box into the trash bin. As for the one brought by Jiang Mingyuan, he was thrown into the paper bag at random, and he couldn't see it For the net.

...

Although unwilling, Cheng Huan would not regret what she promised. The next day, she went to the supermarket to buy shoes for others.

The place to buy slippers is a four-meter-long shelf with a pair of cotton slippers hanging on the shelf, both for men and women.

Don't even think about the good-looking styles of shoes in the supermarket. Cheng Huan looked around the men's shoes, and found a barely pleasing one to buy, and then went to the supermarket tally after the purchase, and asked if there was a cold sale. After all, you can't wear cotton swabs when taking a bath.

There are few cool sandals in winter, and those two styles. Cheng Huan chose the less ugly of the two very ugly shoes, took the slippers home, opened the shoe cabinet, and put the shoes in.

The shoe cabinet was almost full, most of which were her shoes. Cheng Huan organized the meeting to make a little room and put the two newly bought slippers on the bottom.

There are slippers in the bottom row, three pairs of six pairs, and the pair of sandals bought for Jiang Mingyuan is next to the shoes of the stars. The size of the pair of shoes is the same, the styles are similar, and they look like father and son models.

Cheng Huan glanced at him, preparing to close the door, his eyes moved to the other side.

It was her shoes, which were different from the two pairs of colors on the side, and the characters on the uppers were also different.

Several pairs of shoes were bought by Cheng Huan, and one's vision will not change much in a short time. So these three pairs of shoes are actually family models, the pattern on the upper is a family of three, namely rabbit mother, rabbit father and bunny.

Cheng Huan: "..."

I knew I had to pay more attention!

She regretted a bit, and was too lazy to run again on a cold day, just think about it, just a pair of shoes, should not think more.

Besides, that person should not wear it often.

...

Cheng Huan was thinking very well. Jiang Mingyuan did not have a lot of chances to wear these shoes. He was so busy all December that he could only take two hours over the weekend, let alone to give him a chance to change clothes Even less time to eat.

This weekend, as soon as the man had a meeting and didn't even have lunch, he called the driver and went to Cheng Huan's house.

He came at 12:30 noon. The mother and son had just finished their lunch. The stars squatted on the sofa to play the nine serials. Cheng Huan was watching a cooking show cross-legged. They did not bother anyone, and they were in harmony.

The doorbell rang and Cheng Huan got up and opened the door. He was not surprised at all: "Why come here now, did you eat at noon?"

"Not yet." Jiang Mingyuan's suit never seemed to leave his body, making people look tired. He looked at the woman inside the door, and a ripple rippled in his eyes: "Can you give a meal?"

Because of the busy days, men seem to have reduced a lot, their facial lines look sharper and their whole body is amazing. Even if they say alms, they look like they are giving orders.

At first, Cheng Huan was surprised by the momentum on him. Now that he has been together for a long time, he doesn't feel so scary.

She poked her lips and let go: "Come in."

Xingxing already noticed the movement outside the door, put down the toy in his hand and played with his father. Cheng Huan did not taste the poke of Xingxing's forehead, said "little traitor", and went to the kitchen to give Preparing lunch.

There was nothing leftover from the food I ate at noon, but the beef prepared for the evening was almost stewed.

There is still a little noodles left for breakfast. Cheng Huan finds out, uses the broth to lower the bowl of noodles, adds two green vegetables and mushrooms, and covers the spoon with beef.

The very thin noodles are soaked in light yellow broth, and mushrooms and greens are garnished. On one side of the bowl, sharp beef is stacked. The beef is cut into thin strips and stewed in the pot for three hours. when.

It took about ten minutes to make a bowl of noodles. Cheng Huan took the bowl out, put it on the table, and turned to prepare for dinner. Only by looking at this, it was found that Jiang Mingyuan had fallen asleep on the sofa.