The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

People were wrapped around their waists, and the nose was lingering with a sweet smell. Jiang Mingyuan took a deep breath, and stretched his hands to touch the woman's waist, with infinite satisfaction in his heart.

He lowered his head slightly, and tempted his lips to reflect on Cheng Huan's forehead. Seeing that the other party did not resist, his courage gradually increased. His lips gradually moved down from the center of the eyebrow to the bridge of the nose, and he took a bite at the tip of the nose. A little bit, finally caught the rosy that they longed for still.

The lips fit together, and there is no other movement for a while, breathing each other's breath, and even the air becomes quiet.

After a long time, Jiang Mingyuan moved his lip flaps. His lips opened, and the other party seemed to have the same spirit as his heart, and he also opened his lips. The tips of the tongues protruded and touched each other. When they became familiar, they were closely entangled.

After all, they have no experience. When they kissed, they inevitably bumped, either hit their teeth too hard, or they accidentally bit their tongues when they were entangled. But even if the process is not smooth, they have no plans to separate.

There was a little noise at the door, and the two of them were unaware of it. A few seconds later, a clear child's voice sounded at the door: "What are you doing, mom and dad?"

The stars stared at them with airplane toys in their hands, their eyes were pure and ignorant of the world.

The people who were together were stunned when they heard the sound. Cheng Huan reached out and pushed Jiang Mingyuan, came out of his arms, hid behind his back and wiped his lips with his back. He was afraid to face his son for the first time.

I don't know if the man was born with a thick skin in this regard, or Jiang Mingyuan practiced at home. He seemed much calmer than Cheng Huan. The man pulled out a tissue and wiped away the water stains on his lips, so he asked the station. The child at the door: "How did you get down?"

"I'm going to play?" The star dragged the small plane over and looked intently. He stared at his dad's brightly colored lips and stuck out his little tongue: "Dad, are you playing with mom?"

Jiang Mingyuan: "... Um."

"Why do you still want to stick out your tongue?" The star was particularly strange. "I never did."

"This is a game for our adults, you are still a kid ..." Jiang Mingyuan's voice paused, holding his hand and pinching, rubbing his son's head up and down, starting to shift the topic: "Well, it's no surprise these things, dad play games with you."

"Oh." Xingxing was still puzzled, but the game was obviously more attractive to him, so he just looked up at the blushing mother and obediently followed his father.

The two walked away from her with their backs facing away. Cheng Huan exhaled and reached out and patted her face. She tried to press down the disturbed heartbeat and asked with a sound that sounded normal: "I'm going to cook, do you want to eat?"

"Don't do it, I bought you lunch, and I'll be there later." Jiang Mingyuan squatted on the ground, helped his son dismantle the plane, and took time to return to Cheng Huan. He pointed to the sofa next to him: "You can sit and play Mobile phones or watching TV, or we can take things apart. "

He had a soft face and a purely relaxed gesture: "Don't go far, I want to look at you."

Cheng Huan's original cheeks were even more flushed. She glared at the people on the ground, wanting to make people say nothing, but her eyes were shy, but she didn't have the slightest power, and she glared. She really sat on the sofa, her waist. Keep your knees straight and wait for lunch.

Jiang Mingyuan was telling the truth. He was really afraid of people leaving. He came to see her after a while, and Cheng Huan couldn't relax at all. When the food was delivered, her ears were still red.

The apartment can't be sold inside or outside, it is sent to the doorman's office, and the doorman takes it downstairs to take it by himself. The phone rang, Jiang Mingyuan connected to say a few words, hung up the phone and let the stars play for themselves, put on a coat and go downstairs to take out food.

The takeaway is quite hearty, with four dishes and one soup. The portions are very small. Jiang Mingyuan brought things up, opened the take-out boxes one by one, and put them on the coffee table. He went to the kitchen and took a pair of clean chopsticks and handed them over. He bent down and kissed in the corner of her eyes: "OK, eat here."

Cheng Huan took it, glanced at the stars, and whispered to him, "You pay attention."

The man said "um", his eyes were full of smiles, apparently not in mind.

It was almost three o'clock after a meal, and Cheng Huan packed the garbage into bags after eating, and said to the two people in the house, "I'll go to the store."

"I am with you." Jiang Mingyuan got up and said.

Cheng Huan refused: "No, you are at home with the stars, I just have something to go over, and come back soon."

The man was not satisfied, but finally reluctantly agreed, because Cheng Huan promised to accompany him to his hometown.

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Cheng Huan's main purpose of going to the store is to send Chinese New Year red envelopes.

The plan for overtime for the Chinese New Year has been finalized. Except for New Year's Eve and the first day, there are a few days to go to work. Originally, Cheng Huan was going to pay this money when he opened the door on the second day of the second day. As a big starter, now the plan has changed, and this matter has to be advanced.

The money was a new bank note previously taken from the bank, and it was packed in a red seal.

Cheng Huan's store has been open for a short time, but the business is good, and she has made a lot of money in the past few months. She is not a stingy person. She gives more red envelopes during the New Year, and her employees are more comfortable.

There are a lot of people from outside the city of S. At this time, they have also gone back. The originally busy city has become a little empty, and the business in the store has been inevitably affected. When Cheng Huan passed, there were only one or two guests in the table.

She carried the bag into the back kitchen, took out the red seals from the bag, and distributed them to everyone in turn. The employees who got the red envelopes naturally smiled. After seeing the amount inside, they were even more satisfied. They had to work overtime for the New Year. The grievances have also eased a lot.

Cheng Huan was ready to go back after sending the red envelopes, and there were two people at home waiting for her. When she walked down the escalator downstairs, when she reached the first floor, she saw the watch shop next to the stairs doing activities and saw the advertisement on the stand. She thought of Jiang Mingyuan's suit that was unchanged forever, and turned her head. Ready to buy clothes for people.

On the 28th day of the first month, many clothing stores in the mall were closed, and the remaining stores also had a lot of broken goods.

Cheng Huan looked at the floor, and finally chose the one at the end of the street. This is a luxury brand that serves young people. The price is also within the acceptable range of Cheng Huan.

The men's clothing store is very elegantly decorated, and there are not many clothes hanging on the hangers. The waiter's attitude is not very attentive, but he will introduce you in detail when you fancy a certain dress. Cheng Huan looked around and finally chose a wool sweater with intarsia stripes. The sweater was stone gray as a whole, and only light gray and black were decorated on the sleeves, which looked very comfortable.

"You have a good vision. This is our new product this year. It is very slim and comfortable to wear." The waiter packed the clothes to Cheng Huan's size, and smiled and recommended her other clothes and pants that could be used for matching. .

Cheng Huan spent half an hour in the clothing store. When he finally came out, he carried four or five shopping bags on his hands and matched them with a set of winter clothes that can definitely be seen.

It was almost four o'clock when she walked out of the mall. Cheng Huan waited for more than twenty minutes with her stuff at the door before waiting for an empty taxi. She took the stuffed hand and got into the car. She closed the door and sighed. In my mind, the plan to buy a driver's license was put on the agenda.

When the sun came home, Jiang Mingyuan was teaching the son to do math problems.

The stars can already count 200 from 1 and will do addition and subtraction within 50. When Cheng Huan entered the door, the little man was waving his hand to count.

He counted for a while, scratched his head, and was not sure of an answer: "Yes 48."

"Right." Jiang Mingyuan handed a gift box: "This is a reward for you."

"Thank you Dad!" The stars took it, turned around after hearing the sound of the door, and saw Cheng Huan running with a smile, holding the box in hand: "Mom, I will count 70-22, this is Dad Give me a reward. "

"The stars are so smart." Cheng Huan put down his hands and kissed him, praised.

The child was praised and laughed silly. He held the contents of his arms and glanced at the paper bag on the ground: "Mom, is this the clothes I bought for me?"

The color of the clothes inside was not very bright from the bag mouth, which was not in line with the mother's aesthetics of buying clothes, so the star thought it was for himself.

He happened to be the fleece sweater that Cheng Huan first liked. The little guy shook the clothes away and made a gesture, then the joy on his face disappeared. He turned the clothes over and looked back and forth, and looked up with a slight grievance: "Mom, this clothes is big."

"Ahem." Cheng Huan took the clothes a little bit furiously and said to his son, "This clothes is not yours. It was bought for Dad."

"No wonder." The little boy patted his chest, then squatted down and asked, "Which one did you buy for me?"

Cheng Huan: "..."

"These are dad's."

"Huh?" Xingxing couldn't believe it. "Is it mine?"

"This ..." Cheng Huan glanced at Jiang Mingyuan, not far away, and bowed his head and the stars to make sense: "Did your mother buy it for you two days ago?"

"But I didn't buy it today."

"I didn't buy it for Dad two days ago."

"Oh, that's okay." The little boy thought for a moment with a small face, and found that it was indeed the case, so he was thrown aside with that unhappiness in his heart, and picked up the gift given by Dad to unpack went.

When the stars left, Jiang Mingyuan came over, and he bent over and picked up the bag on the ground with a smile: "It was delayed for me to buy clothes?"

"Eh ... uh." Cheng Huan moved his eyes and nodded, letting him try the clothes again.

Jiang Mingyuan naturally had no objection, and carried the clothes into the room. A few minutes later, the door was opened again.

There are so many styles and colors available for menswear, so you can only work on the details.

Stone gray sweater with black military style double-breasted coat, tailored coat, put on the abstinence, lower dark gray jeans, skinny pants and slightly short boots, even more men's legs unbelievable.

The man who changed his suit appeared to be five or six years younger and more sexually attractive. He is probably not very used to this kind of clothes, and the walking pace is slightly slower. He has been staring at Cheng Huan's face since he opened the door. After seeing the admiration on her face, the man relaxes completely and he moves quickly Approached, stopped one meter away, the corners of the lips and eyes were gentle, and asked the person opposite: "How?"