The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

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

There was a light in the living room, which should be reserved for him. There was still a cup of clear water on the coffee table in the living room, and there was still room.

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

When he got back down, he had a few more clothes to change.

With his clothes on his arms, Jiang Mingyuan first went to the next room and glanced at the stars. The little boy slept Zhengzheng, who looked back, walked out in front of the master bedroom door and knocked twice.

At this time, knocking on the door, Cheng Huan knew who it was without thinking. She stood up and hesitated for two seconds, or opened the door in the past.

As soon as the door opened, Cheng Huan was embraced in one's arms. The man held her chin and kissed him. He released it after a long time and licked the crystal of her lips: "Wait for me?"

"Would you like to face?" Cheng Huan scolded indifferently, seeing the clothes on his hand, his eyebrows twitched, or he went to the cloakroom next door to make a little room: "Let's go."

There was a smug smug smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and he walked over to put the changed clothes on. He looked around and felt that there was still space in it, so he had to make an inch request: "I'll bring other clothes tomorrow." "

Cheng Huan ignored him, walked over and found a towel and threw it over. He said, "I run everywhere without drying my hair."

Jiang Mingyuan reached out to take it, wiped his hair at will, walked over to catch people, and closed the mouth in front of him.

It was ridiculous again.

After the evening exercise, Jiang Mingyuan took Cheng Huan to bathe and changed the sheets, and he was talking to others.

Cheng Huan was a little sleepy, and he had no one to answer, and talking, she heard Jiang Mingyuan ask her parents.

"My parents?" Cheng Huan leaned in his arms, his eyes closed, and thought back with a chaotic head. He was not happy to say, "They have nothing to say."

Jiang Mingyuan brushed her hair with her hands. Because of the technical problems of the younger blower yesterday, this hair looks far less shiny than before: "Are you in a bad relationship?"

"Not good." From an early age, he was regarded as the extra one in the family. It is impossible to say that Cheng Huan has no gas in his heart. It will be night, after a fierce exercise, or in front of his favorite person, Cheng Huan will Naturally complained: "They pursued their son and threw me to Grandpa since he was a child. They haven't seen him a few times throughout the year.

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

The fingers in the hair were slightly paused, Jiang Mingyuan continued to ask, "Well, your parents are still alive?"

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

"you"

"Don't panic." Jiang Mingyuan lowered his head and put a kiss on her forehead, and said carefully, "speak slowly."

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

"I know a very strange thing today." Jiang Mingyuan held her up a bit, and slowly said what she knew today, and said, "Do you think she changed her person?"

Cheng Huan said hardly: "... Yes."

"Then you say cosmetic surgery, or ..."

Cheng Huan felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. There was a roar in his head, and his fingers clung to Jiang Mingyuan's arm unconsciously, holding the piece of flesh.

Jiang Mingyuan glanced down and didn't stop, the other free hand slowly lined up on her shoulder, and whispered: "Don't be afraid."

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

"It's okay, don't worry." Jiang Mingyuan kissed her hair with gentle movements. "I'm just a little curious. You can just say it."

"No, you have guessed anyway." Cheng Huan bit his lower lip and took a deep breath. "The reason why the personality has changed is that someone in the body has changed."

The hand patted on the shoulder paused and continued a few seconds later: "Isn't it a facelift?"

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

Jiang Mingyuan's thirty-year-old world view was broken, and his heart was in a turbulent sea, but he also comforted her in turn: "It's okay, and it's nothing particularly strange."

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

People who make decisions throughout the year have experienced many big scenes, and they can accept new things quickly. Jiang Mingyuan persuaded himself to accept the change of his wife's body in a short time. It was a little unhappy to hear this. The hand on the waist slightly exerted a punishment: "Do not want to come? So how do we know?"

Cheng Huan: "..."

Jiang Mingyuan only squeezed it and released it, and his movement became gentle again: "What was your name before?"

"This too."

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

Cheng Huan said an address.

Jiang Mingyuan thought about it, and was not impressed with the name: "Is there this place?"

"Yes, but not in this world." Cheng Huan bit his root and swallowed the words behind him.

"Another world?" Jiang Mingyuan was a little surprised. "What is this? Parallel space-time, or an alien creature?"

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

"Okay, I'm not talking about you." Jiang Mingyuan kissed her: "Forgive me for an unknown person, okay?"

Cheng Huan hummed and said nothing, and thought about it, and still told the story that this world is a novel.

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

"Ok."

"I have a destined heroine?"

Cheng Huan nodded unclearly.

She thought that the man would be curious about what the heroine looked like, but who knew he sneered, holding her face and saying, "Little fool."

Cheng Huan covered his aching face, and listened to him refuting in a very plain tone: "If you say that I am a character in a novel, and every movement is controlled by someone, it should be like a puppet or a robot. Correct.

But I'm obviously not like this. I have my own consciousness, knowing what I want, what to do, and want to be with you instead of that **** heroine. "

Probably the thing I know today is too scary. Jiang Mingyuan said a **** rarely. After that, he pursed his lips and put forward another point of view: "I prefer to believe in the theory of parallel spacetime. There is another" I in another world. " "Someone has witnessed or participated in their story, and when they accidentally reached your world, they created these things into a novel."

Cheng Huan: "..."

She understood, and was a little persuaded, but it was too far from the fact that she had always believed, and her head was a little confused.

Cheng Huan looked blank, turned to Jiang Mingyuan, lost his voice: "Why are you so calm?"

Jiang Mingyuan is certainly surprised, but those emotions are not enough to affect him: "I know who I know, get along with, and like. What's wrong? Besides, you just changed your body, not your original intention, nor did you get anything strange What's unacceptable to me? "

You ... just ... changed ... the body ...

Well, Cheng Huan was successfully convinced by him, and slowly nodded: "It seems to be the same."

"That's the way it is. Don't talk about this, talk about your past." He lay down with Cheng Huan: "I want to know."

Anyway, it's gone, Cheng Huan doesn't need to cover up the past. Recall a little bit and start talking from the memo.

She was in the countryside when she was a child, and she used a small kitchen knife to cut radishes when she remembered it. Now, in retrospect, there is nothing particularly interesting, and there are only a few things to say. She was boring. Jiang Mingyuan didn't feel impatient when she heard it, but she became more and more excited, and from time to time she came to ask questions.

It s impossible for a person to talk about everything from small to large in one night. When it comes to junior high school, Cheng Huan is already sleepy. She is lying on a man s chest, her eyelids are getting heavier, and her speech is intermittent. sound.

Probably it was a matter of rest. Cheng Huan's sleep quality was exceptionally good tonight. When he woke up, it was already over eleven o'clock.

On the phone, there was a message from Jiang Mingyuan saying that she had brought the stars to the company, so that she didn't have to worry about it or think about it. Just say what she wanted to eat and speak to the chef.

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

The newly-launched dishes are ready. There is a lot of work to be done. Cheng Huan stayed there for a while, and when he was ready to go back, it was almost time for Jiang Mingyuan to get off work.

Cheng Huan hurried back, passing by a grain and oil store on the way back, remembering that it was Lantern Festival tomorrow, he went in and bought some rice noodles, preparing to eat Lantern Festival tomorrow.

When he arrived home, the chef had already prepared dinner. The chef is proficient in Lu cuisine, and the ingredients are extremely good. Abalone and sea cucumber are all ordinary ingredients in his hands. Compared with them, Cheng Huan is a little ashamed.

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

The suspected Jiang Mingyuan touched his nose, glanced at Cheng Huan with a sneer, and walked out awkwardly.

Cheng Huan had a storybook in her hand and walked to the bed to start telling stories to the stars. After half a year's training, she had already become very skilled in this skill. Usually, ten minutes, the stars could fall asleep.

It was the same this time, feeling that the little guy's breathing gradually stabilized, Cheng Huan put down the story book on his hand, got up to quilt the bedding for the stars, and exited lightly.

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

Cheng Huan was startled, patted his chest and whispered, "What are you doing here?"

"Wait for you." Jiang Mingyuan picked up a person, walked into the master bedroom, 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 Jiang Mingyuan's chest and raised her head to take a bite on his neck.

Originally to vent their anger, the bite changed its taste later, and when the two came out of the bathroom, the clock moved two more frames.

The posture in the bathroom was restricted, and Cheng Huan had a sore back and back pain. She collapsed in a chair and Ren Jiang Mingyuan blew her hair.

With the last failure experience, Jiang Mingyuan specially checked the information. He also knew that when he was blowing this time, he had to make a sculpt. Although his movement was slow and clumsy, the effect after completion was very good.

Cheng Huan was tired this time, and everyone lying in a chair could fall asleep. Jiang Mingyuan blew his hair, hugged the person to the bed, and sat aside and massaged her waist.

Sensitive waist, he pinched Cheng Huan for a while, the detective waved back: "Don't pinch."

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

Cheng Huan was pinched to his scalp: "I want to sleep."

"You sleep fine."

"How do you make me sleep like this ?!"

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

Cheng Huan yelled, "Is there this person?" She thought Jiang Mingyuan had made up to lie to her.

"Of course, it's your body sister."

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 this is possible." Jiang Mingyuan asked: "Who do you think she would be?"

Cheng Huan thought about it and turned to look at him: "Do you have a guess?"

"Yes." Jiang Mingyuan nodded, and his fingers slid down her spine. "I think she's this aboriginal."

The power of this sentence is no less powerful than a horror story. Cheng Huan's goosebumps are all up, and his face is pale: "No.

"It's very likely that her character in the information I found is very similar to this original character." Jiang Mingyuan pursed his lips and did not say Cheng Huan's name. In his heart, that name only represented his eyes. This person: "And she has a lot of opinions about her mother, and once publicly scolded her for not being a mother."

"Then ..." Cheng Huan was also very likely to be said by him. She licked her lips, and her voice was a little dumb. "What if she finds it?"

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

When the tip of his tongue touched the skin, he touched it immediately. Jiang Mingyuan pointed his finger down and asked, "Will we have a child?"

"Don't!" Cheng Huan refused without hesitation, and she turned around and grabbed his hand: "I have a child that hurts, and I have fat spots and stretch marks. I don't want to be so ugly."

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