The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

In the box is a soft cookie made by Cheng Huan. The cookie is dotted with several cranberry coals. The texture is soft and not too sweet. It is a kind of pastry that the stars like.

When I heard that I could only eat two, the stars were so disappointed. He pouted and looked at his mother. After a while, he was unwilling to say, "Okay."

He opened the box with cookies, counted the pastries several times, and took out a piece from it and handed it to Cheng Huan.

"Mom you eat."

Cheng Huan has been grilling and has been surrounded by oil fume. He has no appetite, but his son's filial piety cannot be disappointed. She took the cookie and rubbed the star's head with her other hand: "Okay, my mother will Let's eat the stars. "

The star ran back with the box containing cookies, Jiang Mingyuan stepped back first.

He sat in his original seat and watched the stars come. The little boy put the contents of his arms on the table, opened it carefully, twisted a piece of pastry from the inside, closed his eyes happily with a bite, and sighed in his mouth.

"Delicious!"

It seems to avenge Jiang Mingyuan's vengeance against him. The stars are not quiet when they eat, and they eat while eating, the purpose is very obvious.

Of course Jiang Mingyuan couldn't be caught. He looked at the stark, undisguised little movement, and there was gentleness in his eyes that he didn't know.

The stars were so ecstatic that the two cookies were finished after a while.

He ate the last little thing in his hand, reached out and grabbed a piece in it. When he grabbed it, he counted the number in it, and when he finished counting the stars, he caught it, and the sky fell.

Jiang Mingyuan watched his face change in a short time, a little strange and a little worried: "What's wrong with you."

"I've eaten too much." Xingxing wailed, feeling that he had lived up to his mother's trust. He put the cookie on the box and counted it again.

Alas, right again ... what's going on?

The stars were a little confused for a moment, he scratched his head and decided to count again.

The two hands spread out in front of the star. The star stretched out eight fingers, and first took one, which was for the mother, and then took two more, it was edible by itself.

With five fingers open on the left hand, the stars counted their fingers and looked down at the cookies in the box.

Although he hadn't been satisfied after eating only two, he listened to his mother again today!

The star patted the box with five cookies left, and satisfactorily closed the lid. He set the thing aside, picked up the pen again, and drew his unfinished painting.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't know what happened from the beginning to the end, so he saw the little guy sigh for a while and was happy, and now he went to paint again after a rainy day.

The child's mind is really hard to guess.

With a sigh in his heart, he sat a little closer, and the stars had finished drawing his mother's outline and were painting.

The coloring still continued the style of his spicy eyes before. Jiang Mingyuan couldn't bear to look at it. He squeezed the root of his nose and took out the dark brown pen.

The star did not care about the pen that came over, still the color of her mother's hair was green.

On the drawing paper, a weird "beauty" with green hair on his head, Jiang Mingyuan closed his eyes and closed his eyes, he couldn't help but say, "Do you think this color is a little strange?"

After finishing the last stroke of the stars, he was enjoying it with satisfaction. He heard Jiang Mingyuan's voice and turned his head: "I don't think so."

Jiang Mingyuan: "..."

Xingxing not only felt that there was something wrong with the green hair, but also felt very beautiful. He tilted his body and pulled out another purple from the pile of pens next to it to color his clothes.

Jiang Mingyuan is powerless to say anything. He feels that his aesthetics are very online, but how did the son born have not been inherited?

Is it the genetic variation caused by the medicine taken at the time?

Although he knew that this speculation was unreliable, Jiang Mingyuan was still a little convinced. He scolded the culprits in his heart, and when he was ready to go back, he sought someone to make the group more happy in the prison.

Xing Xing failed to finish the painting today because he was already sleepy.

At nine o'clock, the little guy couldn't keep his eyes open. He rubbed it several times and hit Hatch again.

The little guy was so sleepy and forced to look strong. It looked pitiful. Jiang Mingyuan's heart was soft and he wanted to take him back to sleep now, but no, he didn't want to return to his own house.

This kind of busy booth at night still can't work. Jiang Mingyuan reached out his hand and patted it twice on the star's back.

I heard that the child's mother was looking for a store recently. He should have some plans. As a child's father, he couldn't say nothing at all. He thought, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to the assistant.

Cheng Huan was extra busy today. After 9:30 at the end, she hurriedly handed things over to Xu Li and took off her apron to find her son.

Xing Xing had fallen asleep on the table, and drooling was still hanging around his mouth. Cheng Huan didn't wake him up, and just hugged him to the car.

The tricycle was added with a shed to stop the wind. Cheng Huan put the stars on, covered his clothes, and started the car to drive home.

A car slowly started and followed far behind the tricycle. Jiang Mingyuan looked at the green car and frowned.

"Lao Zhang," he asked. "Do you know which van is better?"

"Van?" When Zhang didn't think his boss needed this kind of car, it should be related to the person he wanted to follow. He turned around in his head and said, "I don't know this well, but there are A nephew opened a store selling used cars, and I'll call him if needed. "

"Okay, you hit ..." Jiang Mingyuan swallowed the back and leaned back. "Forget it."

They should not be able to use the car for the time being. They will buy it when they need it. He doesn't need to worry about it.

There have been more interventions, and maybe they will cause people to doubt.

"Go back." Watching the car enter the community, Jiang Mingyuan said to the driver.

Xing Xing awoke after arriving at home, Cheng Huan just took him to take a bath, and also splashed himself with water after washing.

She wiped the stars and hugged them to bed, thinking about calling Xu Li and saying that she would not pass by at night.

Xu Li also understood that she was bringing her children alone, and that she was busy talking on the phone, and it was good to teach her things.

Hanging up, Cheng Huan took the changed clothes and went into the bathroom, thinking of raising Xu Li's salary a little more this month.

Xing Xing slept for a while, but now he hasn't slumbered. Cheng Huan took a shower and he wasn't asleep.

When the little guy saw his mother, he threw the doll on his side, rolled it twice to give up the position, and then rolled back into Cheng Huan's arms.

"Why don't you tell me today when you're sleepy?" Cheng Huan turned off the lights, slid into the bed, and covered the kids.

Xing Xing held her arm, her head came over and froze: "Mom, you are busy."

"It doesn't matter if I'm busy. You are the most important thing. What next time you want to tell me the first time?"

"I see." Xing Xing returned obediently, and told Cheng Huan about the beautiful uncle he saw today, and accused the uncle of saying that his painting was not good-looking.

Hum, don't think he can't see without saying, he's smart.

The stars muttered in Cheng Huan's arms, saying that the uncle's vision was bad, and he said that he would also pull Cheng Huan to stand in the street.

"Mom, do you think green hair looks good?"

Unlike Jiang Mingyuan, Cheng Huan has accepted his son s wonderful aesthetics, and the stars have a great passion for painting. Every time after painting, he must give her a review. After a lot of times, Cheng Huan can face him when he praises people Do not change color.

"It's pretty." Cheng Huan hadn't seen the painting, and she could almost imagine what it looked like. She exaggerated with her eyes closed, and then immediately said, "It's late, go to sleep."

...

The stars were affirmed by the mother, and the arrogance was even higher. When he saw Jiang Mingyuan the next day, he put his latest masterpiece in front of him, and said on his hips, "My mother said that the green hair looks good."

Jiang Mingyuan, who did nt know how to run over again: "..."

So is this wonderful aesthetic inherited by children?

The 11th holiday is for ordinary people. For Jiang Mingyuan, it is a working day all year round. He held an afternoon video conference this afternoon and was very exhausted.

According to past habits, he should return to the apartment to exercise for a while. He should now be lying in the bathtub with a massage function, soothing the tight muscles.

That was his habitual life, but when Jiang Mingyuan stepped into the car and heard the driver asking him where to go, he subconsciously said the address.

After speaking, he stunned and convinced himself as fast as possible.

After all, it's a natural child, so it should be more time to see it.

The second time I met, the stars seemed to be more relaxed than yesterday. He did not draw today, but played with the Rubik's cube. After the last clearance, the Rubik's cube played by the stars changed from four to nine, which is more difficult He hasn't played yet.

A long failure is a blow to people's self-confidence. As before, the stars feel irritable after playing for a while.

Outside this side was an outsider. He was worried about not losing his temper, but just put the Rubik's cube aside and turned his head away to look.

"What happened to you?" Jiang Mingyuan asked.

Xing Xing ignored him as he couldn't hear, and hummed in his mouth.

The song is a kind of nursery rhyme taught by kindergarten. It is simple and catchy. Jiang Mingyuan listened to it and couldn't help singing it.

He hummed a few words before he came over, and quickly stopped, thinking about some work-related matters to divert his attention, and stopped when he felt that the children's songs had escaped the brainwashing.

The stars sang for a while, almost disappeared, came back to play with the Rubik's cube again, played for a while and threw it aside, turned his head and did not look.

His performance gave Jiang Mingyuan a little guess, and when the stars dropped the cube for the third time, he reached out to catch it.

The little guy pouted and looked at him anxiously: "Uncle, this is mine."

Kind of nursing ...

"I know it's yours, but can you play?" Jiang Mingyuan held the Rubik's cube in both hands, tempting in his words: "I can play, should I teach you?"

The stars considered the meeting and nodded slightly.

It was easy to promise, Jiang Mingyuan was relieved, feeling that he finally had some use. He held the Rubik's cube and explained the principle to the stars while playing.

He didn't get along with the children very much, the little guy didn't understand the words well, and the stars didn't care about it. If he didn't understand, he looked at his movements, and saw that the color of the Rubik's cube was getting more and more under his movement The more the star's mouth grows, the bigger.

On the last rotation, all six sides of the Rubik's Cube changed to the same color. The stars took the Rubik's Cube and exclaimed: "Uncle, you are so good."

Jiang Mingyuan's lips were slightly hooked, and he didn't know what mentality he was holding and asked: "I'm terrible or your father is terrific?"

"My dad," the little man answered without hesitation.

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