The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

In the box is a soft cookie made by Cheng Huan. The cookie is dotted with a few cranberry coals. It tastes soft and not too sweet. It is a kind of cake that the stars like very much.

He was so disappointed when he heard that he could only eat two. He pouted and looked at his mother. After a while, he said unwillingly, "Okay."

He opened the cookie box, counted the pastries in it several times, took out a piece from it and handed it to Cheng Huan.

"Mom, you eat."

Cheng Huan did barbecue, surrounded by oil smoke, and didn’t have much appetite, but her son’s filial piety could not be let down. She took the cookie and rubbed the star’s head with her other hand: "Okay, mom will Here, let’s eat the stars."

Xingxing ran back holding the cookie box, Jiang Mingyuan went back one step ahead of him.

He sat in his original seat and watched the stars come.The little guy put the things in his arms on the table, opened it carefully, twisted a piece of pastry from inside, squinted happily after eating a bite, and let out a sigh.

"Really tasty!"

As if to avenge Jiang Mingyuan's greed for his hatred, the stars are particularly unquiet when eating, and they are chattering while eating, with very obvious goals.

Of course Jiang Mingyuan couldn't be greedy. He looked at the straightforward and undisguised little movements of the stars, with a gentleness in his eyes that he didn't know.

The stars were so overwhelmed that they finished eating two cookies in no time.

He ate the last thing in his hand, then reached out and grabbed a piece of it inside. While grabbing it, he counted the number inside. Once he finished counting the stars, he was taken aback, as if the sky was falling.

Jiang Mingyuan saw his face change in a short period of time, a little strange and a little worried: "What's wrong with you."

"I ate too much." Xing Xing cried and felt that he had failed his mother's trust. He put the cookie on his hand into the box and counted it again.

Hey, it's up again... what's going on?

Xingxing was a little confused for a while, he scratched his head and decided to recalculate.

With two hands spread out in front of him, the star stretched out eight fingers, first broke off one, which was for mother to eat, and then broke off two, which he can eat.

The five fingers of his left hand were open, and the stars counted the fingers, and then counted the cookies in the box with his head down, making sure that there were no shortages, and then he smiled.

Although he was not satisfied after only eating two, he listened to his mother again today!

Xing Xing patted the box with five cookies left and closed the lid contentedly. He put the things aside, picked up the pen again, and painted his unfinished painting.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't know what was going on from start to finish, so he saw the little guy sighing and happy for a while, and now he went to paint with a rainy day.

The child's mind is really hard to guess.

He sighed in his heart and sat a little closer. The stars had finished drawing his mother's outline and were painting.

The coloring still continued his previous style with spicy eyes. Jiang Mingyuan couldn't bear to look at it. He squeezed the root of his nose, took out the dark brown pen and handed it over.

Xingxing ignored the pen that poked it, and still colored the green one in his hand on his mother's hair.

On the drawing paper, a weird "beauty" with green hair on his head, Jiang Mingyuan closed his eyes, he couldn't help but said, "Don't you think this color is a bit strange?"

After Xing Xing finished his last stroke, he was appreciating it with satisfaction. He turned his head when he heard Jiang Mingyuan's voice: "I don't think so."

Jiang Mingyuan: "..."

Not only did Xing Xing think that there was nothing wrong with the green hair, but he also thought it was very beautiful. He tilted his body and pulled out another purple one from the pile of pens next to him to color his clothes.

Jiang Mingyuan is no longer able to say anything. He thinks that his aesthetics is quite online, but how come his son has not inherited it?

Could it be the genetic variation caused by the medicine taken at that time?

Although he knew that this guess was unreliable, Jiang Mingyuan still believed it a little bit. He scolded the culprit in his heart, and when he was ready to go back, he would find someone to make the group of people "happy" in prison.

Xingxing could not finish the painting today because he was sleepy.

When it was nine o'clock, the little guy couldn't open his eyes. He rubbed a few times before hitting Hatche, and his energy was visibly weakened.

The little guy looks pitiful and uncomfortable. Jiang Mingyuan's heart is soft, and he can't wait to take him back to sleep now, but no, he wants to go back to not his own house.

This kind of stall that is busy at night is still not good, Jiang Mingyuan stretched out his hand and patted the star on the back twice.

I heard that the mother of the child was looking for a shop recently, and she should have some plans. As the father of the child, he couldn't say that he was not at all. He thought, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the assistant.

Cheng Huan was extremely busy today. It was half past nine when she finished her work. She hurriedly handed over the matter to Xu Li, took off her apron and went to find her son.

Xing Xing had already fallen asleep on the table with a little saliva hanging around his mouth. Cheng Huan didn't wake him up, so he hugged him and put him in the car.

A shed was added to the tricycle to keep it away from the wind. Cheng Huan put the stars on it, covered it with clothes, and started the car to drive home.

A car started slowly and followed the tricycle far behind. Jiang Mingyuan frowned when he looked at the green car.

"Lao Zhang." He asked, "Do you know which kind of van is better?"

"Van car?" Doesn't Lao Zhang think that when his boss needs this kind of car, it should be related to the person he wants to follow. He turned around in his mind and said, "I don't know this, but there is A nephew has opened a store selling second-hand cars. I will call him and ask if necessary."

"Okay, you fight..." Jiang Mingyuan swallowed the words behind him and leaned back in his chair: "Forget it."

They shouldn't be able to use the car for the time being, and will buy it when they need it. He really doesn't need to worry about it.

If there are too many interventions, it may be suspicious.

"Go back." Jiang Mingyuan said to the driver as he watched the car enter the community.

When Xing Xing arrived home, he woke up, and Cheng Huan took him to take a bath. After washing, he was splashed with water.

She wiped the stars clean and took them to bed. After thinking about it, she wanted to call Xu Li and said that she would not be gone at night.

Xu Li also understood that she was taking care of the child by herself, and the other end of the phone was busy saying that it was okay, and it would be fine to teach her things.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Huan took a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom, thinking about raising Xu Li's salary this month.

Xingxing had slept for a while before, but now he is not dozing off. Cheng Huan has not fallen asleep after taking a shower.

When the little guy saw his mother, he threw the doll aside, rolled twice to make room, and then rolled back into Cheng Huan's arms.

"Why don't you tell me if you are sleepy today?" Cheng Huan turned off the light, slid into the bed, and covered the children.

Xingxing hugged her arm and rubbed her head over: "Mom, you are busy."

"It doesn't matter if I'm busy. You are the most important thing. Next time, what will you tell me as soon as possible?"

"Got it." Xingxing replied obediently, and then told Cheng Huan about the beautiful uncle he saw today, emphatically accusing the uncle that his paintings were not beautiful.

Hmph, don't think he can't see it unless you say it, he is smart.

Xing Xing talked about in Cheng Huan's arms, saying that the uncle's vision was not good, and as he talked, he still took Cheng Huan to stand on the street.

"Mom, do you think green hair looks good?"

Unlike Jiang Mingyuan, Cheng Huan has accepted his son’s wonderful aesthetics. The stars are very enthusiastic about painting. Every time he finishes painting, he will give her a comment. The number of times is too high. Cheng Huan can already face up when he praises people. Does not change the color.

"It's pretty." Cheng Huan hadn't seen the painting, and she could almost imagine what it looked like. She closed her eyes and exaggerated, and immediately continued: "It's late, go to bed."

...

The stars were affirmed by his mother, and his arrogance was higher. When he saw Jiang Mingyuan the next day, he put his latest masterpiece in front of him, akimbo and said, "My mother said green hair looks good."

Jiang Mingyuan, who didn't know why he ran over again: "..."

So this wonderful aesthetic is inherited from the child's mother?

The November holiday is for ordinary people. For Jiang Mingyuan, it is working days all year round. He had a video conference this afternoon and he was very tired.

According to previous habits, he should go back to the apartment to exercise for a while, and now he should have been lying in the bathtub with massage function, soothing his tight muscles.

That was his habitual life, but when Jiang Mingyuan got into the car and heard the driver ask him where he was going, he subconsciously said this address.

After speaking, he was stunned, and then convinced himself as quickly as possible.

After all, it is a biological child, so it should be more time to visit.

When we met for the second time, the stars seemed to let go much more than yesterday. He did not draw today, but was playing with the Rubik's Cube. After the last pass, the Rubik's Cube played by the stars changed from four to nine, which is even more difficult. , He hasn't understood yet.

Long-term failure is a blow to people's self-confidence. As always, Xingxing feels irritable after playing for a while.

The person next to this meeting was an outsider. He didn't lose his temper, he just put the Rubik's Cube aside and turned his head away from it.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Mingyuan asked.

Xingxing ignored him, pretending that he couldn't hear him, and humming in his mouth.

The song is a nursery rhyme taught in kindergarten, simple and catchy, Jiang Mingyuan listened to it, and couldn't help singing along with it in his heart.

He reacted after humming a few words in his heart, and stopped quickly, thinking about some work-related things to divert his attention, and stopped thinking that he had escaped the brainwashing of children's songs.

The star sang for a while, his anger was almost gone, and he came back to play with the Rubik's Cube, played for a while and then threw it aside, turning his head away from it.

His performance gave Jiang Mingyuan a bit of guesswork. When the star dropped the Rubik's Cube for the third time, he reached out to catch it.

The little guy pouted and looked at him angrily: "Uncle, this is mine."

Kind of food protection...

"I know it's yours, but can you play it?" Jiang Mingyuan held the Rubik's Cube in both hands, with a temptation in his words: "I can play, do you want me to teach you?"

Xing Xing thought about the meeting and nodded slightly.

It was easy to agree to it. Jiang Mingyuan was relieved and felt that he finally had some usefulness. He held the Rubik's Cube and explained the principles to the stars while playing.

He didn’t get along with children much, and the little guy didn’t understand what he said, and the stars didn’t care about it. If he didn’t understand, he watched his movements, seeing that the faces of the Rubik’s Cube became more and more under his movements. More, the star’s mouth grows bigger and bigger.

The last time it was rotated, all six sides of the Rubik's Cube became the same color. The stars took over the Rubik's Cube and exclaimed: "Uncle, you are so amazing."

Jiang Mingyuan's lips twitched slightly, and he didn't know what mentality he had and asked: "I'm good or your father is good?"

"My father." The little guy answered without hesitation.