The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Xingxing looked dumbfounded and did not understand why his father would not allow himself to be close to his mother. He opened a pair of innocent big eyes and looked at his mother eagerly, wanting her to make the decision for himself.

To my disappointment, my mother didn't seem to understand what he meant, and even showed a confused look: "What's the matter, baby?"

Feeling a little discouraged by the star that he and his mother are not telepathic, he lowered his head and rubbed it over there again, whispering, looking very aggrieved and said, "Mom, I want to sleep with you at night."

"Okay." Cheng Huan glanced at Jiang Mingyuan and answered with a smile.

They are used to sleeping anyway.

She promised to have no burden, but Jiang Mingyuan frowned slightly. He held his son, somewhat disagreeing: "The stars are also big, so I can't sleep well with my mother."

Xingxing could understand these words, and a deep sense of crisis rose in his heart. Is this trying to drive him out?

No, he shouldn't separate from his mother!

Stars glared at his father, and hurriedly said before his mother spoke: "Dad, I'm still young."

He is still young, so there is no problem sleeping with his mother!

Jiang Mingyuan took his son's hand a little tighter, and looked at the smiling woman, somewhat helplessly reasonable: "You will be five years old during the Chinese New Year." He is an older child.

"Then I'm young too!" Xingxing refused to give up: "Mom said that tall children are the older ones."

With a stern face, he pointed out his shortcomings seriously and seriously: "I'm still short."

Jiang Mingyuan: "..."

Okay, for good reason, but I can't tell.

Cheng Huan watched enough of the play while the corners of her mouth became wider and wider, and finally couldn't help laughing.

The father and son on one side looked over at the same time.

"It's okay, it's okay, you continue." Cheng Huan waved her hand, with an unconcealable smile on her face.

Being teased by her, Jiang Mingyuan finally felt a little bored. He curbed his expression and changed the subject uncomfortably: "Stop talking about this, go eat."

The entire eleventh floor of the cruise ship is a restaurant. Almost all the food you can think of can be found here. The buffet restaurant Jiang Mingyuan said is close to the deck and has a large area.

The restaurant is very quiet, the lights are a bit dim, soothing and beautiful music is played, and all kinds of delicacies are placed by the winding corridors, but few guests come to taste it.

Xingxing loves all kinds of desserts very much. As soon as he entered, he took the plate and rushed to the dessert area. The dining table here is designed to take care of the children and is particularly short. With the height of the star, you can get the food on it.

He put the plate on the countertop and moved things in a little bit. Most of these desserts were brightly colored and interesting in shape. He wanted each of the stars. He kept holding them until the plate was no longer squeezed. Then he held them with both hands. Go back.

Unlike their son's rich trophies, Jiang Mingyuan and Cheng Huan only took a portion of seafood porridge. This porridge is freshly boiled, and it is a bit hot and needs to be chilled before eating.

Xing Xing moved his plate of pastries to the position. He put the plate on the table and started offering treasures: "Mom, look at my little cake!"

Cheng Huan raised his eyelids and took a look: "Is there so much to eat?"

"You can eat it!" Xingxing was extremely confident: "I'm very hungry."

Cheng Huan: "... Then come on."

She paused and added: "You can't waste food, you can't eat it, don't leave."

"Good!" The little guy agreed without hesitation.

Jiang Mingyuan filled a small bowl of porridge and put it in front of Cheng Huan, interceding with his son: "This is too much."

"Let him know the truth as far as he can." The temperature of the porridge in the bowl was just right, and Cheng Huan lowered his head and took a sip: "It tastes really good."

Seeing her like this, Jiang Mingyuan knew that it was useless to intercede. He sighed and glanced at his son with some pity.

"Dad?" The star panicked when he was seen.

"It's okay, let the stars eat." Jiang Mingyuan looked at him and said, "I can't eat, Dad will help you eat."

Jiang always loves his son, but his paternal love was completely ignored. When Xingxing heard this, he thought that his father was going to grab something from him, so he quickly reached out to protect the plate and said, "I'll feed my mother."

Jiang Mingyuan: "..." Little white-eyed wolf!

"Puff." Cheng Huan was still eating, and she couldn't help but laugh after hearing the exchange between the father and son. There was still something in her mouth. With this smile, grains of rice choked into her throat, so she was happy and sad, and she couldn't stop coughing. Come down.

Cheng Huan was holding his chest, his waist couldn't straighten up from coughing. The father and son on the other side quickly put down the things in their hands and patted her on the back. It took a long time for Cheng Huan to come back and raised his head to thank Jiang Mingyuan.

Jiang Mingyuan retracted his hand and pursed the corner of his mouth: "Be careful."

Cheng Huan moved her face away, feeling a little ashamed that she was so old that she still made such a mistake.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while.

At the critical moment, the stars still have to go, and the little guy dances beside him: "Mom, mom and me!"

"Thank you Xingxing too." Cheng Huan turned his head and said, rubbing his hair.

Because she coughed for too long, she still had water vapor in her eyes, and she looked pitiful and innocent. Jiang Mingyuan's throat tightened, took a deep look at her, returned to her position, and said lightly: "Eat well, don't do anything else. "

"Got it..." Cheng Huan prolonged her voice, patted her son on the back and told him to go back, staring at her without blinking, making sure that her mother was fine, then returned to her seat and chose from the plate. Handed over the best little cake: "Mom, you eat."

When Cheng Huan saw the cake, she remembered the conversation between the father and son. She twitched the corner of her eyes and took the cake from Xingxing. Somehow, she had a wicked look and made a special dish in front of Jiang Mingyuan: "Would you like to eat it? ?"

"This is for mom!" Xingxing thought that mom was going to give the cake to dad, and he stood on tiptoe to stop it. His anxious little face blushed, and a flash of inspiration found the most unsightly one from the plate. Dad: "This is Dad's."

The man on the opposite side looked at all this with a bit of helplessness on his face. He glanced at Cheng Huan as if he was watching an ignorant child: "Eat well."

"Oh." The chief executive's eye attack was still a bit powerful, and Cheng Huan didn't dare to make trouble anymore and ate quietly.

The taste of the pastries in the restaurant is good, the sweetness is average, and it is not greasy to eat. However, no matter how good it is, the stars cannot be eaten on that large plate.

At first he was full of confidence, and he still felt distressed about the cake he gave to his father. He felt it was a pity that he missed one. However, this mood disappeared after he ate three small cakes.

Three small cakes are enough to fill his stomach, the cream seems to be stuck in his throat, and the star finishes the last thing on his hand, looking bitterly at the rest of the plate, and doesn't want to move at all.

But he is a very promised kid, thinking about what he promised his mother, the stars sighed, reluctantly twisted another cake, and Xiao Xiao took a sip.

His pie was seen by the two adults next to him. Jiang Mingyuan was still reluctant to bear the child. Seeing that he really couldn't eat, he took all the rest.

The star is no longer protecting food. He opened his eyes wide, looking at his father as if he was looking at an angel. By the way, he passed the nibble thing on his hand: "Dad, this is for you too."

"No." Jiang Mingyuan rejected it with disgust.

"All right." Xingxing was a little disappointed, thinking that his father was not so radiant. He retracted his hand and looked at the plate in front of him: "Dad, you want to finish it all."

Xingxing took ten different kinds of cakes. Except for the ones that were previously distributed and eaten by himself, there are now four on the plate.These cakes are small in size and look pretty. They are delicious for those who love desserts, but Jiang Mingyuan doesn't like sweet things and is full.For him, these can only be regarded as suffering.

No way, who let him give birth to such a son.

The man has a very low expression, eating small cakes one bite at a time. He has a graceful manner, does not move fast or slow, and does not put cream on his lips when eating like others.Cheng Huan sat opposite, watching him eat food blankly, somehow he felt a little pitiful.

Cheng Huan felt ridiculous when this thought came out of his life. How could he be pitiful?

It was just strange. Not only did this idea not get suppressed, but it became stronger and stronger over time. She watched Jiang Mingyuan eat the third cake one bite at a time, and finally reached for the last one.

She took the first step. As soon as she squeezed the cake paper, Jiang Mingyuan's hand also fell. Ten of them touched, as if electric current passed through them, and both hands trembled. Cheng Huan took the opportunity to bring the cake over and smiled at him. Say: "I'll eat this last one."