The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Jiang Mingyuan became a lot of "beautiful". The arm hooped around his waist was loosened a bit, so that Cheng Huan finally had some room for activities.

She moved on the human legs, relaxed the numb legs that sat down, and the person behind her sniffed like a puppy on her neck, and the breath was a little itchy.

Cheng Huan patted his hand on the waist, the man hummed slightly, and his lips printed on his neck moved a bit.

"Let it go, drink the hangover soup first."

"Well." It was still the monotonous voice. This time it seemed to be heard. After a while, the arm around the waist was finally released.

Cheng Huan stood up for the first time, took a few steps on the ground to relieve the stiffness of his lower legs, took a long sigh of relief, picked up the hangover soup that night and tried the temperature.

After such a long time, the sober soup had completely lost its temperature, and the bowl wall was still touched by ice.

Something must not be drinkable. Cheng Huan was going to make another copy. She held the bowl and turned to Jiang Mingyuan and said, "Wait here for a while, and I will make another sober soup for you."

The man didn't respond, so he stared straight at her, and when she turned to leave, she followed him for the first time.

He was drunk, his balance was a bit poor, and he was not in a hurry. He hit the coffee table in a hurry. The hard glass pinched on his leg was very painful. Jiang Mingyuan frowned, bent down and gave a hand, and continued to move forward.

Cheng Huan walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and glanced at his helpless face.

Jiang Mingyuan's home basically did not open fire, the refrigerator was empty, and there was no bottle of mineral water, so the hangover soup material in the tea green gift box became particularly conspicuous.

The box is not large, only about one palm wide. The contents are carefully divided into portions, and you can cook them when needed. Cheng Huan glanced over the instructions, took out a copy of the materials, and went into the kitchen to cook the soup.

When she was cooking the soup, Jiang Mingyuan followed behind like a large pendant. He seemed to have skin hunger and was sticking together all the time. Cheng Huan looked at the fire and endured the person behind him. Harassment from time to time.

The hangover soup was boiled and poured into a bowl. The people behind did not know whether it was subconscious or something. He took the pot in her hand and prepared to wash it, but he forgot it was his own kitchen, let alone the dishwashing essence. , Not even a quick rag.

The man held the soup pot in his hand, held it in place for a while, turned on the faucet, and prepared to come directly with his hand.

"Let s put it, you do nt have a part-time job, and you do nt need to wash it." Cheng Huan watched the excitement and watched it enough, and then he stopped talking. She came forward and patted someone s arm, letting the person put the pot down. Something drank.

Cheng Huan didn't use much water when cooking the hangover soup. The temperature was already suitable for the entrance. Jiang Mingyuan put the pot, took the bowl in her hand, and drank the dark and strange smell of the soup.

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The hangover soup doesn't taste very good. The effect is not bad. The annoying headache is relieved a lot after drinking it. Jiang Mingyuan's eyebrow creases a little, smoothing up the drowsiness. He put down the bowl, circled the person in front of him again, and shouted to go out: "Sleep."

"Yeah!" Cheng Huan was held in his arms, and she couldn't see the way of her feet. She didn't use a few sounds, so the man kept this awkward posture and brought people into the bedroom step by step.

This is the first time Cheng Huan has entered this room. Like Jiang Mingyuan, the decoration style of the other's bedroom also shows a chill, eye-catching black and white and gray system, which looks worse than the hotel.

Entering the room and closing the door, Jiang Mingyuan brought the person into the bathroom again with this posture, then set the person aside, squeezed toothpaste and started brushing.

Cheng Huan stood by, feeling that he had become a piece of equipment he couldn't help but couldn't leave the sight, even staring at her in the gap when washing his face.

Jiang Mingyuan washed well and began to take off his clothes to take a bath. He unbuttoned the button with one hand, removed the cufflinks and set it aside. He took off the suit and threw the tie, and then went to the shirt.

The shirt buttons were untied one by one, revealing the full muscles of the clavicle and the front chest, and then the neatly arranged abdominal muscles, as well as the mermaid line on both sides of the lower abdomen, hidden under the suit pants.

Cheng Huan's shirt fell to the ground, and Cheng Huan swallowed, resisting the urge to touch it and turned her head away. She cleared her throat and looked a little hurriedly: "I'll go out first."

After waiting for someone to respond, he rushed out of the bathroom, closed the door with his backhand, and took a breath from leaning against the door.

"I'm going back, you can take a shower and go to bed early." She stood outside the door, and said to the vague figure inside, and hurriedly went out as if someone was chasing behind her.

The shadow of another person was gone in the bathroom, and even the sound of footsteps was gradually gone. Jiang Mingyuan stopped the movement in his hand and stared at the door for a long time before he retracted his eyes, chuckled, and continued his work.

He was really drunk, but it was not as serious as Qi Shan thought. When Cheng Huan came over, he actually kept a sense of sobriety, only because of alcohol, so he did something that he wanted to do long ago, but did not have the courage to try.

It looks pretty good now.

Jiang Mingyuan stood under the shower, and headed down to let the water flow straight down. He was still a little drunk, and his control of the body was not as good as usual. An accidental flow of water into the trachea caused him to cough, but coughed. As a result, the radian of the corners of his mouth has become larger.

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Cheng Huan received a lot of irritation at night, so she naturally suffered from insomnia. Her mind was messed up. As soon as she closed her eyes, all kinds of imaginary pictures swarmed up. There were all kinds of clips. Maybe it was the wedding in a second. At the scene, the next second became a fight between the two.

Cheng Huan seemed to have reached daybreak after watching a movie overnight. The alarm clock sounded, and she sat up from the bed with her forehead in her hands, and after a while turning, she lay back down again, wrapped her quilt tight, and continued to try to sleep.

Probably too sleepy, Cheng Huan actually fell asleep this time, and didn't even wake her by knocking at the door.

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The stars got up in the morning, and the family was quiet, not only did not have the sound of speaking, nor the familiar food aroma.

He grabbed his little slippers, touched the kitchen and looked around, determined that he hadn't eaten, and touched it again, ready to open the door outside the master bedroom.

The little boy touched the doorknob, and he didn't know what to think of it. He shrank back into a fist and knocked on the door three times with his knuckles like his father.

There was no response from the door, the star knocked again when he waited, and then he couldn't wait to open the door and walk in.

The bed area of the master bedroom is not small. As soon as you push it away, you can see a bag bulging on the bed. The star walked up to the bed and finally saw the mother's half face in the bed. If you didn't wake up, you wouldn't scream, pouting, crawling out of bed, going out lightly and closing the door.

In the past, Cheng Huan also didn't get up in the morning. The stars had a little experience how to fill their stomachs. He opened the refrigerator, stepped on a small bench, took out a jar of milk and a small cake from it, and connected it with hot water. Put the box with milk in, kneel on the dining table stool, unpack the cake, take a spoonful and take it in your mouth, chew twice and close your eyes.

The cake is so delicious!

For his health, Cheng Huan generally doesn't let him eat too many sweets, and he cherishes the opportunity to eat cakes. However, he ate only two sips, and there was a noise at the door. The child turned his head alertly, put down his spoon and climbed. After getting out of the dining chair, he turned around and saw Jiang Mingyuan come in.

Alcohol paralyzed the nerves, so Jiang Mingyuan did not experience insomnia due to excitement last night, but the hangover felt uncomfortable. When he woke up, he still had a headache, and his limbs felt a little woody. It should be that the alcohol had not been metabolized.

Although he was uncomfortable, Jiang Mingyuan was full of energy. He still remembered what happened last night. He remembered Cheng Huan promised his pursuit and recalled those scenes. He seemed to be burning fire in his heart.

Jiang Mingyuan was excited and afraid that Cheng Huan only perfunctory him yesterday, so he woke up and washed down as fast as possible.

He moved quickly, but was a little nervous when he got to the door. Rarely cared about his appearance, straightened a strand of uneven hair in the forehead toward the light-evaluable elevator, and opened the door to enter.

Jiang Mingyuan thought a lot about what Cheng Huan wanted to say, but when he really walked in, he didn't see anyone who made him hot.

It was a little bean with cream on the corners.

Xiaodou Ding glanced at him, called his father, climbed to the chair again, and continued to eat his cake.

Jiang Mingyuan frowned as he watched what he ate: "Why do you eat this in the morning, mom?"

"Mom is sleeping, she can't wake up." Xingxing sipped another large piece of cake, and her hand was caught before she could squeeze it into her mouth.

Jiang Mingyuan took the spoon out of his son's hand, set it aside, and wiped his mouth with a piece of paper towel: "Daddy takes you to breakfast."

"Oh, okay." Stars unfortunately glanced at the unfinished cake and nodded in agreement.

Anything else is delicious.

Jiang Mingyuan went out with the stars, and left a note before leaving. The father and son finished breakfast and packed one for the family. As a result, the breakfast was cold, and the door of the master bedroom did not open. .

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Cheng Huan fell asleep until the afternoon, and the sun turned west when she woke up. She stretched her waist while sitting on the bed, and glanced at the phone.

Staring at the numbers on the screen, Cheng Huan almost rolled off the bed. After making sure that there were no mistakes several times, she hurriedly lifted the quilt and left the bed barefoot.

As soon as possible to solve personal hygiene problems, Cheng Huan pushed the door out.

Both the father and the son were in the living room. When they heard the sound, they looked at it at the same time. Cheng Huan's eyes were too hot. Cheng Huan subconsciously looked down at the clothes on his body.

"Mom, you have slept for a long time, my dad and I have finished lunch!" Xing Xing trot over and handed her the paper box on her hand: "Mom, are you hungry? Eat cake."

Cheng Huan just woke up and didn't feel hungry, let alone he didn't like to eat cakes. He refused: "Mother don't eat this, let the stars eat it by themselves."

When the child delivered something, there was still a little pain. The cake was still worn by him for a long time, and his father promised to compensate him. Listen to the mother, and the stars took it back happily, and patted his chest, "What do you eat? I give you buy."

He finished speaking, glanced at the people next to him, and changed his mouth: "Dad buys for mom."

"Well, you can play the game." Jiang Mingyuan stood aside, rubbing his son's head and walking away, "Dad has something to tell his mother."

Cheng Huan's cheeks were reddish, and he heard the star ask, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Mingyuan looked at Cheng Huan and said to the little guy, "What children shouldn't know."

"Why can't children know?"

"No reason."

The sight of the stars turned a lot around the parents, and finally nodded unclearly, and sighed especially vicissitudes: "Well then, there is so much for your adults."

After speaking, he walked on his short legs.

Without the obstructive light bulb, Jiang Mingyuan's aggressiveness became stronger. He walked in slowly, forced Cheng Huan to the corner, and looked at her many times with his eyes before he dropped his head and said, "I thought You regret it. "

"No, no." Cheng Huan was a little bit ashamed at first, and she didn't know how to face a person, but she was as uneasy as herself, but she had a lot of courage in her heart.

Cheng Huan leaned forward a little, stretched out his hands to surround the person in front, leaned his head on his chest, and whispered, "I won't regret it."