The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Cheng Huan slowly raised her head and moved her mouth: "You..."

"what?"

The words she wanted to ask were turned many times, but in the end she still didn't have the courage to say it. Cheng Huan never knew she would be so timid. She was a little frustrated and shook her head: "Nothing."

After finishing talking, he got up and stood up: "I'm going to cook."

Jiang Mingyuan felt that her condition was a bit wrong and seemed to have something to worry about, but now that the stars are still there, it is obviously not a good time to find the bottom line. He got up with him and grabbed the person who was going to leave: "No, let's go out to eat. "

Cheng Huan turned to look at him.

The man looked at her: "It's a death escape anyway, so I have to celebrate, right?"

He squeezed his fingers between Chenghuan's fingers, and interlocked his fingers, not allowing her to have any other choice: "Let's go, I've decided the place."

The environment of the restaurant for dinner was elegant and the taste was top-notch, but because of concerns, Cheng Huan didn't eat much.

Jiang Mingyuan saw her performance. The man didn't ask anything. When he got home, he put the stars to sleep before he went downstairs again and knocked on the door of the master bedroom.

When the man knocked on the door, Cheng Huan had just finished taking a shower. Her hair was still wet, dripping with water. She didn't open the door when she heard the knock, and asked outside through a door: "What's the matter?"

"Open the door, I have something to ask you."

Is this matter related to your identity?Cheng Huan's heart tightened, and she felt a little relieved. She buttoned her pajamas and went to open the door: "Come in and talk?"

Jiang Mingyuan nodded and squeezed in from the side.When he entered the room, he didn't say what he wanted first, but looked everywhere.

Cheng Huan: "What are you looking for?"

The man looked around and finally found the target. He walked over, picked up the hair dryer on the dressing table, turned around and said to Cheng Huan, "Come here, blow your hair."

Cheng Huan didn't go there: "Didn't you say something is going on?"

Jiang Mingyuan frowned slightly: "Dry your hair."

He doesn't have many facial expressions under normal circumstances, frowning means a little dissatisfaction.Sure enough, without waiting for Cheng Huan to find any excuses, the man walked over and pulled her over, sat in front of the dressing table, and turned on the hair dryer switch.

The wind of the hair dryer is a bit hot, and men are also very unskilled in using it. Occasionally, if you stay in a place for a long time, the scalp will be a little bit hot.

But Cheng Huan didn't feel so uncomfortable. She sat there quietly and looked at Jiang Mingyuan from the vanity mirror. The man looked serious and moved as carefully as possible.

She suddenly felt nothing to be uncomfortable.

Cheng Huan's hair is long, and after blowing it for a while, Jiang Mingyuan turned off the hair dryer and used a comb to unclog his hair.

He is not close to his mother and does not have any friends of the opposite sex, so he doesn’t know what women’s particularities are in their hair, like Cheng Huan’s curly hair, which is troublesome to care for, and should not be blown dry at all. The consequences of doing so Usually the hair will explode into a sunflower.

Obviously the current situation is something that Jiang Mingyuan could not predict. He took the comb from the root to the end. He saw that as soon as the comb was removed, the bunch of hair was fluffy, and the man's always calm face was also a little confused. expression.

It clearly shows the lack of communication with women.

Cheng Huan laughed out with a "pouch". The laughter made Jiang Mingyuan feel even more ashamed. He stared at the hair that was not straightforward and studied for a long time before asking uncertainly: "Is it going to get wet?"

"No, don't worry about this." She smiled, looked at the man from the vanity mirror, raised her hand and took the comb from the man, put it aside, ignored her explosive head, and turned to ask: " Say you want to ask me what?"

Jiang Mingyuan looked away from the exploded hair, looked at Cheng Huan and said, "You are not too happy today."

Before she could answer, the man asked himself: "Do you know the rumors about you on the Internet?"

Cheng Huan was stunned for two seconds, then nodded.

"I need to apologize for this, because I didn't protect you." Jiang Mingyuan pulled her up, sat down by himself, and put people on his lap: "But I promise that those things will not continue to spread. So you don't care about the Internet. Those people’s words don’t need to be angry or sad for those people. In most cases, they don’t care about the truth of the matter and are not responsible for what they say."

He put on Cheng Huan's profile and said softly, "Anyway, it would be nice if Xingxing and I know who you are?"

Cheng Huan twitched his mouth lightly: "Who do you say I am?"

"You are beautiful, you have a good personality, good cooking skills, and a good mother. You are the one I like." He turned his face and kissed the corner of Cheng Huan's lips: "You will be my good wife in the future."

Cheng Huan's face was Feixia, her eyelids were lowered, and the corners of her mouth were closed, allowing the man to peck on it. Finally, she couldn't resist the opponent's gentle offensive and opened her lips to cater.

There was no problem with time and occasion. When the kiss ended, both of them were a little emotional. Cheng Huan slumped in the man's arms, felt a hard object somewhere behind him, and softly held the messy palm in his clothes.

"Wait, wait..." Cheng Huan remembered that she had something to say.

"I don't want to wait." Jiang Mingyuan bit her neck with a heavy breath, and the palm that was in contact with the skin at zero distance ignored the resistance and continued to explore, holding the soft mass.

The man seemed to be a little self-sufficient in this regard, but just a few lightly picks, the person in his arms spit out a nice soft moan.

Cheng Huan had never felt this kind of feeling, as if it was crisp and itchy, with a touch of electrical numbness. The current spread from the front chest to the tail vertebrae, along the spine, until the Tianling cover, exploding in the skull. A five-color flower comes out.

Let her no longer have the energy to think about other things.

Cheng Huan could no longer give birth to any resistance, and the hand that was originally resisting also unknowingly hooked Jiang Mingyuan's neck. The two huddled together, and the rest of the matter became a matter of course.

One room of spring love.

I don't know if the two people are too fit or the body is too sensitive. When the mischief is over, Cheng Huan's voice will be dumb.

Jiang Mingyuan leaned on her, enjoying the last rhyme of his body. He gnawed on Cheng Huan's collarbone until a gorgeous flower bloomed.

He raised his head, his eyes brightened, and the arc of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger.

"I'm so happy." He said, "You are mine."

Cheng Huan lay there like a salted fish, eyes blank, and did not respond to this confession. He only pressed his palm against his chest and moistened his thirsty throat with saliva.

This little action naturally did not escape Jiang Mingyuan's eyes: "Want to drink water?"

Cheng Huan nodded.

"wait."

After speaking, the man got up from the bed, picked up the trousers on the floor at will, and went out.

A few minutes later, Jiang Mingyuan came in with a glass of water. When Cheng Huan saw the water, he wanted to get up. He hadn't sat down yet. The person who had just entered the door looked like something serious had happened.

"I'll come here!" Jiang Mingyuan walked to the bed in two steps, put the water on the side, hugged the person on his chest, and carefully handed the water glass to her mouth.

Cheng Huan was served like a waste person and drank water. The water was lubricated. Finally, her voice was not so uncomfortable. She could speak, "I want to take a bath."

Jiang Mingyuan volunteered: "I will help you."

"No, I'm not a waste." Although Cheng Huan has done everything that should be done, there is still a lot of shame left in Cheng Huan. She waved her hand and drove people out feebly: "Go up and sleep."

Hearing this, Jiang Mingyuan was a little unhappy: "I'm not going anywhere."

In fact, he was a bit machismo at certain times. For example, he always felt that the subject was weak and weak, so he ignored Cheng Huan's opinion after speaking, and walked to the bathroom with his arms crossed.

I don't have any strands on my body, and I can feel the wind blowing on my skin as I move forward.Even if she had just done something more intimate, Cheng Huan couldn't keep herself calm. Her ears were red and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist. She turned her arm to cover it as much as possible and asked Jiang Mingyuan to let her down.

"Don't let go." Jiang Mingyuan walked into the bathroom a few steps, kicked the chair next to him, put the person on it, opened the shower, and really started to wash her up.

The man's palm was walking on his skin, saying that he was taking a bath rather than being a fire. After only a few touches, he couldn't bear it.

Jiang Mingyuan also discovered this problem. His eyes were erratic, and he pretended to withdraw his hand calmly, and coughed slightly: "You wash yourself first, I'll change the sheets."

Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly went out, halfway through and turned back, squatted down to fill the bathtub with water.

"Wait for a soak in the bath."

Cheng Huan turned her back to him without turning her head back: "I see."

Jiang Mingyuan's water temperature was a bit high, and it was just right to wait for Cheng Huan to wash and soak in.

The hot water wraps the skin, the massage device in the bathtub starts automatically, and the water rushes to take away the soreness of the body.

Cheng Huan was very comfortable, closed his eyes and sighed, a little bit about to sleep.

Thinking about this, she really gradually lost consciousness, and when she woke up again, she was already in bed.

Cheng Huan breathed a sigh of relief, thanking that she was not drowned in the bathtub. She raised her hand and wiped her face, feeling her body being taken back.

The back is close to the other person's chest, the muscles are hard, and the feel is the same as the hand touched last night.

Those stray scenes appeared in her mind, and Cheng Huan blushed quietly. She bit her lower lip, touched the strong arm on her waist, and tried to break it slightly.

"Don't move." The voice of the person behind him was low, with unresolved sleepiness. He tightened his arms and kissed her on the back of her neck: "It's still early, so sleep with me for a while."

"You let go, I'm going to breathe."

The restrained arms on the waist let go a little obediently, and Cheng Huan asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say that you should go up?"

"Where shall I go up?" Jiang Mingyuan narrowed his eyes and said in a lazy tone, "How can there be any reason to drive people out after sleeping."

"You obviously have a room."

"It will be gone in the future."

Cheng Huan gritted his teeth: "You guy!"

"Well, what?" Jiang Mingyuan kissed her ear tip again, and continued after the kiss: "In the future, the upper room will be reserved for Xingxing. When he goes to elementary school, he will move in, and now he will stay next to him temporarily."

He was more excited as he talked, and he hugged people and leaned against the head of the bed: "After a while, I will find someone to connect this floor to the upper floors? How about going up and down the stairs, but this place is still small. Now, it happens that Xinsi Road is undergoing renovation and is preparing to build a villa complex. After the completion, we will keep the largest set. Living in it will definitely be more comfortable than this."

Cheng Huan leaned against the man's chest, listening to him talking about his imagination, how to decorate the new home, how to allocate the rooms, and what to plant in the front and back yards. He was excited, and everyone could hear the expectation in his words.