The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

"Change residence, why?" Cheng Huan was a little puzzled, he felt that the place he lived now was quite good.

Jiang Mingyuan wanted to say something, but after looking at the driver's license, he swallowed it back: "Forget it, go back and talk about it."

The car was indeed not a suitable place for conversation. Cheng Huan nodded and did not ask any more questions, just like a cat scratching in his heart, always wanting to know the answer.

When he got home, Cheng Huan sent the stars to the study to play games, made two cups of tea by himself, and handed Jiang Mingyuan a cup: "Can I talk now?"

"That's it." Jiang Mingyuan has already figured out the wording these days: "The stars are getting bigger and bigger, and the separation of the two parents is not very good, which will cause him trouble, so I want to ask you to move to my house."

"downstairs?"

"Yes." In fact, he wants to let people move into his own house, but things have to be done step by step. Now he can't do this kind of request. He said: "I happened to have a family downstairs in the apartment where the rent was due and moved out. , You can move in tomorrow if you want."

He said: "The apartment is not too far from here and it won't have much impact."

Cheng Huan was silent.

She knew that Jiang Mingyuan had some truth in saying this. Children didn't understand this relationship, and they dared to say anything. It was just that those words were heard by others, but they could easily arouse the strange eyes of others.For example, the time I met Lao Liu's family on the plane.

It’s just that reason is one thing, but feelings are another. Cheng Huan consciously feels that he is a little unruly towards people now. It doesn’t matter if he is far away from seeing people every day. If he moves downstairs to others and meets all day long, what will happen to him? In this way, no one is really sure.Deep down, she was a little scared of this unknown.

Cheng Huan did not express his position, and Jiang Mingyuan did not urge him. He drank a sip of tea to moisturize his lips, and waited for a while. He didn't wait for the expression he wanted, but instead waited for Gu Mingli's call.

When the bell rang, Jiang Mingyuan frowned. He is also considered a public figure. He is very keen on the camera. Not long ago, he felt someone secretly photographed at the entrance of the kindergarten. Now he received a call, which made people have to think about it.

He didn't think there was anything he couldn't see people, but he felt annoyed and sighed. He stood up and said, "I'll answer the phone."

"Go." The people here made Cheng Huan's heart confused. He faintly relieved when the phone rang. Feeling that the pressure dropped sharply, he waved his hand to show that he didn't mind.

Jiang Mingyuan took his mobile phone to the balcony. The glass doors between the balcony and the living room were closed, only the movement was visible, but no sound was heard.

He pressed to answer: "Mom."

"Mingyuan, are you still at work?" The voice on the other end of the phone was still gentle, as if it was only due to the normal care of his mother.

"No, come out and do something."

"Really? That's right. You haven't come back for a long time. I'm going to cook tonight. Will you go home for dinner?"

"I have something tonight..."

"What's your business? It's okay to come back after finishing it, I will wait for you."

What the other party said is not a lie. If she doesn't go back, she can really wait all night. Even if the feelings are normal, Jiang Mingyuan can't do such a cruel thing, so she can only agree: "I know, I will go back later."

"Then I'll wait for you." Gu Mingli seemed a little happy to make her son yield. Her tone was soft as if dripping water, but the person on the other end of the phone was very irritable.

Jiang Mingyuan hung up the phone, kept his posture in the cold wind for a long time, calmed down, put the phone in his pocket, opened the door and walked in.

"I have something to leave first."

"Don't you eat so early?" Cheng Huan returned to her senses, a little surprised.

"Stop eating, I'll talk to Xingxing." He apologized, turned and walked to the study.

Xingxing is painting his masterpieces in the study. After a few months, his painting skills have not improved much, but the characters in the paintings have been enriched a lot-with a father as a permanent population.

Jiang Mingyuan knocked on the door to enter, squatted beside him and watched for a long time. He didn't say much about the red hair painted by the stars on the father in the painting. He even nodded against his will when the little guy asked if he looked good or not. sentence.

After boasting the stars, and the children were happy, Jiang Mingyuan said that he was going to leave.

"Dad won't you eat?" The mother and the son asked the same question with a deep heart.

"Dad go back to eat."

"Then my dad won't be able to eat the food my mother cooks." In the hearts of the children, his mother's food is the best, but others are not good. He looked at his father with sympathy, turned his eyes, and patted his chest to promise: "Daddy, don't worry, I will help you eat more!"

Jiang Mingyuan: "...Thank you, right?"

He bent over and reached out to rub the star's belly: "Let me see how much you can put in your belly."

The stars are ticklish, Jiang Mingyuan just stretched out his hand, he giggled, twisted his body to hide everywhere, and said loudly, "I can eat so much, so much!"

After having a fuss with his son, Jiang Mingyuan felt better. He held the star and sat on a stool, then picked up the paintbrush that fell on the ground and handed it to him: "Goodbye baby, father is gone."

"Goodbye, Dad." Xing Xing waved his hand with a heartless look. When he walked outside the door, he asked again: "Dad, are you coming tomorrow?"

"I can't come tomorrow." After a day off, he will have more things waiting to be handled. Even if he is reluctant, he can only refuse cruelly.

"Okay, dad, go ahead." The star lowered his head and couldn't see his expression. He found a black paintbrush and painted his dad's face black.

...

There was a light rain in the sky, the lights outside the villa were brightly lit, and a servant had been waiting outside. As soon as the car door was opened, there was an umbrella above the head.

Jiang Mingyuan thanked him, took the umbrella, looked up, and saw someone waiting outside the main building.He quickened his pace and walked over in threes or twos, somewhat disagreeing: "It's cold outside, mom, you don't need to come out."

"It's been a long time since I saw you here, can't you want to see you sooner?" Gu Mingli smiled and approached holding his hand: "Let me see, is it thin again? You, too. Yes, don’t keep talking about work, you have to take care of yourself."

Jiang Mingyuan didn't speak, but his mother walked into the villa with his mother holding hands.

As soon as he entered the door, Gu Mingli let go of his hand and pressed him onto the sofa to sit down: "You came back too early. My food hasn't been prepared yet. Wait a moment."

"No trouble." My mother has always been a noble lady who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui. The last time she was cooking in memory was not long after her father passed away. She cooked a few dishes to make herself happy at the dinner table. Don't be with those uncles. The elders fight.

Because of this past, Jiang Mingyuan has no expectations for "Mother's Taste". He frowned and his attitude was cold: "There is a chef at home, you don't need to cook."

"Does the chef do the same as I did?" Gu Mingli said lightly, and without waiting for him to say anything, she turned to the kitchen.

Gu Mingli’s so-called cooking is similar to the posture of those ladies in ancient times. Someone prepares the ingredients and kitchenware. She only needs to open the fire and put the things in. Someone has even prepared how many seasonings to put in advance, which is different from the chef’s personal cooking. Not big, except for a bit more ugly.

Before Jiang Mingyuan came back, she had already prepared a few dishes, and it didn't take long for the rest to be done in a short while.

"Mingyuan, I'm eating." Gu Mingli came out and called out as the servant put the food on the table. Her apron hadn't taken off yet, her hair was loosely tied, and she looked even warmer under the warm yellow light. Wan, she is a good mother who loves her children.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't touch the scene in front of him at all. He faintly responded, quit the mailbox and cleared the browsing traces, then turned off the computer and got up and walked to the restaurant.

"Try it, your favorite vinegared fish when you were a kid." As soon as I was seated, a chopstick dish was caught in the bowl. Gu Mingli put down the chopsticks and said to him, "Don't always live in your small apartment in the future. Come home and live, isn't it more comfortable at home than living outside?"

"It's more convenient outside." Jiang Mingyuan refused, ignoring the chopstick fish in the bowl, and immersed himself in the meal.

The person who ate this meal was very uncomfortable. Gu Mingli probably kept picking vegetables in order to show her motherly heart. These vegetables piled up into a hill in the bowl. Jiang Mingyuan did not eat, so she asked with tears whether it was right. Still angry with his mother, Jiang Mingyuan had a splitting headache and almost had indigestion after a meal.

After eating, the servant went to clean up the dining table. Jiang Mingyuan stood and digested. Gu Mingli next to him continued to ask for warmth, saying that he was wearing too little and what to do if he was frozen.

She sang a one-man show alone for a long time, and she was almost done, and finally reached the key point.

"Mingyuan, have you talked about your girlfriend recently?"

Jiang Mingyuan: "...No." Still preparing for the pursuit.

"I know you don't love me, and I won't rush you anymore. I just want to meet someone who looks right, remember to bring it back and show my mother."

She smiled and said, "You know mom, you have long wanted to hold your grandson."

Jiang Mingyuan was holding a water glass, and when he was a quiet listener, he looked up at her.

"Why look at your mother like this, do you really have a son?" Gu Mingli covered her mouth and smiled: "If you have me, you must go up and tell your dad. He may be so happy."

Jiang Mingyuan twitched the corner of his mouth, retracted his gaze, and continued to stare at the water glass in front of him.

Seeing his statement, Gu Mingli gritted her teeth secretly. She also knew that she and her son were not very close, but there were some things she had to take care of: "If you really have a child, you still have to raise it at home, or you can spend a long time with people outside. If it's gone, people will be broken."

She sighed, as if to warn: "The other thing is to keep your eyes open. Now the women outside are very bad. You can have fun, but you can't get married. My daughter-in-law from the Jiang family must do the right thing, or you go out. I can’t take any banquet to take out, it can only embarrass you."

Jiang Mingyuan was already sure that she knew about the existence of Cheng Huan and Xingxing, and was not interested in listening to those shit and unreasonable principles. He put down the cup and stood up: "I have something to deal with, let's go."

"You always have to be busy, forget it, knowing that you can't stay at home." Gu Mingli sighed, waved, and let people go.

As soon as the door was closed, her face immediately became gloomy. She took out her mobile phone to find the contact information of a person, and called in and said, "Check for two people for me, and get the result within a week."

"who is it?"

"A shameless slut." With a sullen expression on her face, she changed her appearance after she said: "There is another possibility that is my grandson. You can get his blood if you find a chance. I want to verify it."