The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Because of some things, it was already ten o'clock when Jiang Mingyuan returned home.

There are lights in the living room, which should have been reserved for him, and there is still a glass of water on the coffee table in the living room, there is still warmth.

Jiang Mingyuan took off his suit, walked over to drink the water, turned and went out into the elevator, and took a shower in the bathroom on the top floor.

When he came down again, he had a few more changes in his hands.

With clothes on his arms, Jiang Mingyuan went to the next room to look at the stars. The little guy Zhengxiang, who was sleeping on his back, walked to the door of the master bedroom and knocked twice after only looking at Jiang Mingyuan.

Cheng Huan knew who it was without thinking about the knock on the door at this time. She stood up and hesitated for two seconds before opening the door.

As soon as the door opened, Cheng Huan was wrapped in one's arms. The man squeezed her chin and kissed him. After a long time, he let it go and licked the crystal clear corners of her lips: "Waiting for me?"

"Would you like to be shameless?" Cheng Huan cursed without impudence. When he saw the clothes on his hand, his eyebrows twitched, but he took the initiative to walk to the cloakroom next door to make room: "Let it go."

With a smug smile at the corner of the man's mouth, he walked over and put away the changed clothes. He looked around and felt that there was still a space inside, so he had to make an inch-to-inch request: "Wait tomorrow, I will bring the other clothes. "

Cheng Huan ignored him, walked over to find a towel and threw it over, disgustingly said: "If your hair is dry, run around."

Jiang Mingyuan stretched out his hand to take it, wiped his hair twice at random, walked over to embrace the person, and closed the mouth in front of him.

It was another night of absurdity.

After exercising in the evening, Jiang Mingyuan hugged Cheng Huan to take a bath, changed the sheets, and talked with his arms around people.

Cheng Huan was a little sleepy, and she responded with each other. As she talked, she heard Jiang Mingyuan ask her parents.

"My parents?" Cheng Huan leaned in his arms, eyes closed, thinking about it with a chaotic mind, and replied somewhat unhappily: "They have nothing to say."

Jiang Mingyuan combed her hair with his hands. Because of the technical problem of the blowing brother yesterday, this hair looks far less shiny today than before: "Is your relationship good?"

"Not good." Since he was a child, he has been regarded as the superfluous one at home. It is impossible to say that Cheng Huan has no anger. It will be night, after another intense exercise, or in front of the person he likes. Naturally, they complained: "They chased my son and threw me to my grandfather since I was a child. They didn't see me several times throughout the year. They didn't even want to pay for school tuition, and my grandfather didn't come to see me when he was sick.

She sighed as she said, "My grandfather has so many children, but no one is willing to support him when he is old."

The fingers in the hair paused, Jiang Mingyuan continued to ask: "Then your parents are still alive?"

"Yeah, why aren't they? They are in good health." Cheng Huan said, her body froze suddenly, she slowly raised her head and met the man's thoughtful eyes.

"you……"

"Don't panic." Jiang Mingyuan lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her forehead, and said with consideration: "Speak slowly."

Cheng Huan was very wary: "What do you want to ask?"

"I learned a very strange thing today." Jiang Mingyuan hugged her up a bit, slowly said what he knew today, and said: "Do you think she has changed her person?"

Cheng Huan said with difficulty: "...Is it."

"Then you said it was plastic surgery, or..."

Cheng Huan felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, his head roared, and his fingers unconsciously pinched Jiang Mingyuan's arm, clutching the piece of flesh.

Jiang Mingyuan lowered his head and glanced, without stopping, the other free hand slowly lined up on her shoulder, coaxing in a low voice: "Don't be afraid."

Cheng Huan blushed, not ashamed this time: "You...that... you know, I..."

"It's okay, don't worry." Jiang Mingyuan kissed the top of her hair and moved softly: "I'm just a little curious, you don't need to say it."

"No, you have guessed anyway." Cheng Huan bit her lower lip and took a deep breath: "The reason for the big change in personality is because of a change in his body."

The hand slapped on the shoulder stopped, and after a few seconds, it continued casually: "Isn't it a facelift?"

Having said half of it, the remaining half is not so bad to speak. Cheng Huan shook his head: "No, I suddenly became another person. I don't know why, there is no sign at all."

Jiang Mingyuan’s 30-year worldview was broken, and the waves in his heart were turbulent, but he wanted to comfort her in turn: “It’s okay, it’s not a particularly strange thing.

His tone was relaxed, and it really made Cheng Huan feel that this kind of body change was not a weird thing. She slowly relaxed under Jiang Mingyuan's caress, and complained: "I don't want to come either? "

People who make decisions all the year round have experienced many big scenes, and they will accept new things faster. Jiang Mingyuan persuaded himself to accept his wife’s change of body in a short time. He was a little unhappy to hear this. , The hand pinched on the waist slightly forced as punishment: "Don't want to come? Then how do we meet?"

Cheng Huan: "..."

Jiang Mingyuan only squeezed and then let go, his movements became gentle again: "What was your name before?"

"It's this too."

"That's a coincidence." The man's tone was a little unintelligible, and he continued to ask: "Where is home?"

Cheng Huan said an address.

Jiang Mingyuan thought for a while, but had no impression of the name: "Is there this place?"

"Yes, but not in this world." Cheng Huan gritted his teeth and swallowed the words behind.

"Another world?" Jiang Mingyuan was a little surprised: "What is this? Parallel time and space, or alien creatures?"

Cheng Huan screwed him angrily: "You are an alien creature."

"Okay, okay, I'm not talking about you." Jiang Mingyuan kissed her: "Can you forgive me for this ignorant person?"

Cheng Huan snorted and didn't say a word. After thinking about it, he explained that the world is a novel.

Jiang Mingyuan was silent for a long time after listening, "You said I am a character in a novel. This novel is centered on me?"

"Ok."

"I have a destined heroine?"

Cheng Huan nodded unwillingly.

She thought that a man would be curious about what the heroine was like, but who knew he sneered, pinched her face and said, "Little fool."

Cheng Huan held his pinched face with a little pain, and listened to him retort in a very plain tone: "If according to you, I am a character in a novel, and every action is controlled by someone, then I should be like a puppet or a robot. Correct.

But I am obviously not like this. I have my own consciousness, I know what I want, what I want to do, I want to be with you instead of that shit heroine."

Probably what I know today is too horrible. Jiang Mingyuan rarely said an swear word. After speaking, he pursed his lips and put forward another point of view: "I prefer to believe in the parallel space-time theory. There is another "I" in another world. "Someone who has witnessed or participated in their stories, accidentally arrived in your world, and created these things into a novel."

Cheng Huan: "..."

She understood, and she was still a bit persuaded, but this matter was too far from the fact that she had always believed, and she was a little confused.

Cheng Huan had a blank face, turned his head and glanced at Jiang Mingyuan, his tone lost: "Why are you so calm?"

Jiang Mingyuan must be surprised too, but those emotions are not enough to affect him: "I just know who I know, get along with, and like who I like? Besides, you just changed your body. It was not your intention, and you didn't get any strangeness. What can I not accept?"

You...just...change a...body...

Well, Cheng Huan was successfully persuaded by him, and slowly nodded: "It seems to be too."

"It was like this. Let's not talk about this. Let's talk about your past." He lay down with Cheng Huan: "I want to know."

Anyway, the horse has fallen off, and Cheng Huan doesn't need to hide the past.A little recollection, let's start talking about it.

When she was a child in the country, she used a small kitchen knife to cut radishes since she remembered. Now in retrospect, there is nothing particularly interesting at all, there are only a few things that can be said.She was boring, Jiang Mingyuan didn't feel impatient, but became more and more excited, and from time to time some extended questions.

It’s impossible for a person to finish talking about things from childhood to adulthood. When it comes to entering junior high school, Cheng Huan is already sleepy. She is lying on the man’s chest, her eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, her speech is also intermittent, and gradually disappeared. sound.

Probably to put aside a worry, Cheng Huan's sleep quality was exceptionally good this night, and when he woke up, it was already past 11 o'clock.

There was a message from Jiang Mingyuan on the phone saying that she had taken the star to the company, so she didn't have to worry, and she didn't have to think about it. Just talk to the chef about what she wants to eat.

Cheng Huan didn't think about anything, got up to wash and eat, then went to the restaurant.

The new dishes are ready, and there is a lot of work to be done. Cheng Huan stayed there for a while, and when he was about to go back, the time was approaching Jiang Mingyuan’s off-get off work time.

Cheng Huan hurried back, passing by a grain and oil store on the way back, remembering that tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, so he went in to buy some rice noodles, and prepared to eat the Lantern Festival tomorrow.

When he got home, the chef had already prepared the dinner. The chef was proficient in Shandong cuisine and used very good ingredients. The abalone and sea cucumbers were all ordinary ingredients in his hands. The comparison made Cheng Huan a little embarrassed.

The dinner was still delicious. After the meal, Jiang Mingyuan took the child to play for a while, and then took the bath with him. After the bath, the little guy lay down on the bed and started driving his father away: "I want my mother. Tell me a story."

The disgusted Jiang Mingyuan touched his nose, glanced at Cheng Huan who was holding back his smile, and walked out the door slightly embarrassed.

With a story book in her hand, Cheng Huan walked to the bed and started telling stories to the stars. After half a year of training, she was already proficient in this skill. Usually, the stars can fall asleep in ten minutes.

This time too, feeling that the little guy's breathing gradually stabilized, Cheng Huan put down the story book in his hand, got up to tuck the bedding for the star, and withdrew gently.

She closed the door carefully, and when she turned around, she ran into Jiang Mingyuan's chest.

Cheng Huan was taken aback, patted his chest and asked quietly, "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you." Jiang Mingyuan picked up the person, walked into the master bedroom and closed the door with his heels, and led the person to the bathroom: "It's not early, it's time to take a bath and rest."

Cheng Huan hung in the air with no effort at all. She hammered Xia Jiang Mingyuan in the chest, raised her head and took a bite on his neck.

It was originally to vent anger, but after the bite, the taste changed. When the two of them came out of the bathroom, the clock moved two more bars.

The posture in the bathroom was restricted, and Cheng Huan was a little sore in her waist and back. She slumped on the chair, and Ren Jiang Mingyuan blew her hair.

After the failure experience last time, Jiang Mingyuan checked the information specially. When he played this time, he knew that he was going to make a styling. Although he was slow and clumsy, the effect after completion was very good.

Cheng Huan was so tired this time that he could fall asleep while lying on the chair. Jiang Mingyuan finished blowing his hair, hugged him to the bed, and sat aside to massage her waist.

His waist was sensitive, he squeezed Cheng Huan for a while, and the probe waved back: "Don't squeeze."

Jiang Mingyuan grabbed her two wrists with one hand, and continued with the other hand: "It will be more comfortable tomorrow if you hold it like this."

Cheng Huan was pinched and numb: "I want to sleep."

"You slept all right."

"How can I sleep like this?!"

"Then talk to me." Jiang Mingyuan let go of her hand and mentioned another thing: "What do you think is going on with Shen Xi?"

Cheng Huan said, "Is there really such a person?" She thought it was Jiang Mingyuan who made up her to deceive her.

"Of course there is, that's your little sister in body."

It's not fake. Cheng Huan licked his lips, thinking about this question with a small amount of brain capacity: "Will it be the same as mine?"

"I also think it's possible." Jiang Mingyuan asked: "Who do you think she was?"

Cheng Huan thought for a while, then turned to look at him: "Do you have any guesses?"

"Yes." Jiang Mingyuan nodded, his fingers slid down her spine: "I think she is an aboriginal here."

The power of this sentence is no less than that of a horror story. Cheng Huan's goose bumps all over his body have risen, and his face is pale: "No way."

"It's very possible that her personality in the information I found is very similar to the original personality." Jiang Mingyuan pursed his lips, did not say Cheng Huan's name. In his heart, that name represents only the present. This person: "And she has a big opinion of her mother. She once criticized her in public for not being a mother."

"Then..." Cheng Huan felt very likely when he said this. She licked her lips and her voice was a little dumb: "What if she finds it?"

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Mingyuan leaned over and kissed her back: "I won't let her disturb you."

The tip of the tongue touched the skin, and it was separated by the touch. Jiang Mingyuan lowered his finger and asked with some interest: "Should we have a baby?"

"No!" Cheng Huan refused without hesitation. She turned around and grabbed his hand: "It hurts to give birth to a child, and I will get fat and stretch marks. I don't want to be that ugly."

She put her arms around Jiang Mingyuan's neck, acting like a baby: "I don't want to be ugly, and is it not enough to have a little baby with stars?"