The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Cheng Huan was extinguished by this person's words, and he dared not be too silly.Eat quietly as if it doesn't exist.

But she wants to be quiet, others don't think so.

Xing Xing took a mouthful of sauerkraut, and did not finish eating the sauerkraut. The sauerkraut was still dragging on his chin. He stuffed the remaining half into his mouth with his hands, chewed, chewed and swallowed, showing his presence with his mouth full of oil.

"I look good too!"

That's all his business!

Cheng Huan gave his son a blank look, and the person opposite gave another chuckle. He leaned forward and wiped off the oil stains on the child's mouth, looked carefully, and then affirmed: "Our stars are indeed beautiful."

This is true. Cheng Huan and Jiang Mingyuan have good genes. The stars are also long. Although they are still small, the facial features can be seen to be handsome. Even the short legs look better than those of the same age. The children are longer.

The little guy must be very happy after getting his father's approval, but he still has to ask his mother to express his attitude. He is very familiar with the skill of chasing words. Cheng Huan is annoyed by him. He says he is not good-looking and wants to make trouble, so he can only say that he is good-looking.

Xingxing was satisfied and happily ate another big mouthful of rice. He bulged his cheeks and said slurredly: "Mom, you look good too!"

Then he was knocked on the head, Cheng Huan sternly said, "Don't talk while eating."

The kid who said good things but didn't pay off with an aggrieved face, obediently chewed the contents of his mouth and swallowed it, then opened his mouth wide: "Mom, I'm finished!"

"Ok."

"Can I speak now?"

"Say it."

The little guy was very arrogant, squinted with his hips akimbo, and opened his mouth without knowing what to say. After holding back for a long time, he suffocated one sentence: "This fish is delicious."

Cheng Huan: "..."

After dinner, as usual, Jiang Mingyuan washed the dishes, washed them and played with the stars, and then said that he would take a bath.

"Go." This is not the first time Jiang Ming has done this work. Cheng Huan is relieved to hand over his son.

The house is small and the bathroom only has a shower.Before bathing his son, Jiang Mingyuan took off his suit, unbuttoned his shirt, rolled up his shirt cuffs, and rolled his pants a few times.He turned on the heater and waited until the temperature in the room was high before he began to undress the stars.

When Cheng Huan gave Xingxing a suit, the little guy was generally behaved, but if he changed to Jiang Mingyuan, he became a little devil.Cheng Huan stayed outside, calmly treating the play in the bathroom.

After taking a shower for 20 minutes, Jiang Mingyuan was wet as usual when he came out. Cheng Huan was used to it. She opened the closet and took out the change of clothes and handed it over: "You also go wash."

Jiang Mingyuan nodded and took it. Cheng Huan took out a hair dryer to blow the stars. The three of them were separated by a frosted door. The sound of water and the hair dryer were intertwined, messy and harmonious.

After blowing his hair, Cheng Huan stuffed his son into the quilt and took out a storybook to tell him the story. The little guy stopped doing it again.

"I want Dad to tell a story."

"Okay, you have the final say." Cheng Huan squeezed his little nose, put the storybook aside, and sat down to play on the phone.

Jiang Mingyuan came out of the shower, simply dried his hair, and prepared to leave. He knocked on the door and walked into the bedroom. He saw his son beckoning to him with a look of expectation, "Daddy, can you tell me a story?"

He was stunned, not knowing what had happened.

"Go, your son already dislikes me." Cheng Huan expressed disgust, snorted, pointed to the stack of story books by the bed and said to Jiang Mingyuan.

Jiang Mingyuan hesitated a little: "I...n't tried."

"It's okay, just read it to the book." Cheng Huan has a wealth of experience in fooling children. Hearing Yan taught him the experience: "It's for hypnosis anyway."

Jiang Mingyuan: "..."

"Okay." Accepting this setting in his heart, Jiang Mingyuan straightened his lips and walked over, picked up a storybook, flipped to one of the stories, looked left and right, and just stood by the bed and was about to start telling it.

He is tall, so standing next to the bed is quite deterrent, Xing Xing looked at him sideways, and put his little hand out of the bed, beckoning: "Dad, sit down."

There is only a chair in front of the dressing table in the bedroom. The cushion is pink and matches the color of the frame.

Jiang Mingyuan took a look, paused, put down the book and waited for a while, then turned to go out, and after a while, he moved a dining chair.

He moved the chair to the bed, sat down, opened the story book, and read the story from the beginning.

The stories told to children are very simple. The protagonist of this story read by Jiang Mingyuan is a crow.

The crow disliked his own dark feathers and was not prestigious. He felt that the peacock was beautiful. With the accumulation of envy and jealousy, he finally plucked up the courage to steal the peacock's hair at night and stick it on his body.

The feather pierced into the depths through the skin. The crow endured the pain and felt that he had finally become beautiful. However, the bright tail feathers on the black crow looked nondescript, not only unsightly, but also caused a lot of ridicule from friends.

The story is quite educational.In the end, the crow understood that he was the best and learned to appreciate himself. He returned the feathers to the peacock, confessed his mistakes to the other party, and was sent to the animal prison for reformation.

However, Xingxing’s focus is not on punishment for doing wrong, not always jealous of others, etc. He is only curious about what a crow looks like.

With the story book on his lap, Jiang Mingyuan sighed unnoticeably when he looked at his son on the bed.He took out his phone, searched for the crow, zoomed in and placed it in front of the star: "It looks like this."

"It's so cool!" A four-year-old boy, black is the most beautiful color in his mind. The stars looked at the crow in the picture with wide eyes, and then retracted his head after reading: "I think the crow is more beautiful than the peacock!"

"Yeah." Jiang Mingyuan responded indifferently, closing the book in his hand and putting it aside, he got up to tuck the quilt for Xingxing, and whispered: "The story is over, it's time to sleep."

"But I'm not sleepy yet." Xingxing opened his eyes and looked at his father eagerly. Jiang Mingyuan felt relieved when he looked at him, and said: "Then what story do you want to hear? Dad tells you."

The little guy made a long sound from his nose, then rolled his eyes and said, "Daddy, are you talking about the new house?"

Jiang Mingyuan glanced at Cheng Huan, and seeing that she had nothing to say, he sat back and said yes.

"The new house has three bedrooms and two halls, and each bedroom is equipped with a separate bathroom..." After leaving the textbook and work, Jiang Mingyuan's explanation seemed extraordinarily dry, but the stars listened with great interest and kept asking various details. , Compared with where you live.

"There are three bedrooms, one for mother, one for stars, and one for guests." Jiang Mingyuan's voice didn't fluctuate. After speaking, he watched the kid's face and added: "You're old, and mother Sleeping together will be laughed at by other children."

Cheng Huan, whose mouth was pouted high, stared at his father for a long time, and then raised his head to look at the end of the bed, with a sad voice: "Mom!"

"Huh?" Cheng Huan looked up from the screen of the phone and glanced at his son: "What's wrong?"

"Dad won't let me sleep with you!"

"Oh, yes." Cheng Huan nodded in agreement: "You are an older child, you should sleep by yourself."

The hopeful mother stood on the opposite side mercilessly. The stars were hit by the result. Her mouth bulged like a pufferfish. She slept and stuffed herself into the bed again, revealing only two eyes, and hummed heavily. He tried to find a place for himself: "I won't sleep with you either!"

Cheng Huan shrugged, oh, very cold and ruthless.

In fact, she doesn't reject Xingxing sleeping with herself very much, but she read a report two days ago, saying that five or six-year-old children are already in the budding stage of sexual concepts, and parents should not feel that their children are unprepared if they don't understand.

And... the little guy is too curious, sometimes it's inconvenient.

For example, the last time Cheng Huan came to Auntie Cheng, she accidentally stained the sheets when she slept. The next day she got up and saw the stars, she asked her mother if she was injured in horror, so she didn’t know what to say, so she coaxed for a long time. It made him believe that his mother was not sick or dying.

So no matter how unhappy my son is, he must sleep in separate beds.

Generally speaking, Xing Xing is a very optimistic person. He was only upset when he heard the bad news for a while. Before Jiang Mingyuan could figure out how to coax him, he figured it out for himself, and he was resurrected and continued to ask about the new house.

"Dad, where do I put my toys?"

"Toys are placed upstairs. Dad has cleaned up a big toy room for you. If you want to play with toys, just take the elevator up."

The elevators in the apartment are all directly entering the house, but Xingxing doesn't know, he thought it was like his own home, and ran up to reopen the door.

So Jiang Mingyuan told him the difference in elevators, and even the house he lived in.

He occupies a three-story apartment alone, and there are many free rooms. After listening to the stars, he did not understand: "Why leave the room empty?"

"Because no one lives."

"My mother and I can live." Xingxing changed positions, lying flat on the bed in a big font, looking at his father with a tilted face: "Dad, I don't want to take the elevator to play with toys."

In fact, he still didn't understand the kind of elevator, and always found it very troublesome to go up and down.

Jiang Mingyuan looked at Cheng Huan and hesitated.

"It's okay, let him live with you." Cheng Huan was slightly taken aback, then said calmly.

Anyway, it's just going up and down, it doesn't make much difference where you live.

However, this didn't fix the little guy, he had to make an inch of it: "Does mother live in the big house alone? Why does mother come to live together?"

No matter how sluggish, Cheng Huan would find that the problem was wrong. She put her phone in her pocket and walked to the other side to look at the stars, her eyes dangerous: "Say, what do you want to do?"

Xingxing was so scared by his mother's tone that he shrank into the bed, but he still had to say that he murmured through the bed, "I want my mother and father to live together."

After saying a word, he got bolder again, opened the quilt and began to complain: "The parents of other children live together, but you are not together! You are all bad!"

Although Xingxing doesn't know why other people's parents sleep together, but this is definitely right!

He stared, thinking with great momentum.