The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Jiang Mingyuan glanced at the misfortune not far away and said to his son, "This is not money, but it contains money."

"How is it possible to hold money in it?" The star held the card and found no gaps, so he was even more skeptical.

"It wasn't that there was money in it ..." Because of the suspicion of the child, Jiang Mingyuan had to explain to him in detail how the money was stored in this little card.

Xing Xing's half understood, but he knew that Dad didn't lie to him, so the little card that was not valued became his new love. The star stared at this card as if he saw the shadow of the new toy on it. After reading it, I returned the card to Cheng Huan: "Mom, help me hold it."

Going around, in the end, Gu Mingli's meeting gift for the stars came to Cheng Huan again, put away the bank card, promised to buy new toys for the stars, and began to catch people.

Xing Xing slept with Dad for two nights. It was good to sleep with Dad. When he saw his mother urging, he consciously pulled Dad's hand.

The father and son both walked into the elevator, and the stars pulled him to whisper: "Dad, am I awesome today?"

Jiang Mingyuan lowered his head to look at his son, was slightly silent, and waited for the elevator to open, before making a low hum.

"Then we won't let mom know tomorrow!" The little boy shook his fist and asked, "When will that bright sparkle arrive?"

"The day after tomorrow."

"Is it for my mother?"

"No." Jiang Mingyuan glanced at his son, found the pajamas for washing, and went in to put water in the bathtub.

"Why ?!" Xing Xing came in, stomping, "I chose that one!"

Jiang Mingyuan reached out to test the water temperature while coping with his son: "Because I paid for it."

Speaking of money, the little guy was so energetic about this, he raised his hand, lay on his father's back, hugged his neck and snorted, "I also have money."

Jiang Mingyuan shouted, holding the star to hug him aside, and felt that he was so naive with his children, so he said loosely, "Next time, it's yours."

"But I like that sparkle."

"You can buy the same glitter next time." Jiang Mingyuan proposed.

This idea was recognized by the stars. The little guy thought about it, and it was no longer a problem. He obediently cooperated with his father to undress and got into the bathtub with water.

Jiang Mingyuan's bathtub is large enough to swim without being overwhelmed. The stars are fascinated by the hot pepper chicken in the water, so the bath time is postponed indefinitely. Jiang Mingyuan kept staring beside him, trying the water temperature from time to time, and felt that the water temperature was a bit low, so he forced the children out, put it under the shower and washed it again.

After taking a shower, the stars didn't want to sleep. They rolled on the bed twice, and moved to the bed and picked up a picture book on the cabinet to see that there was heating in the apartment, and they were not afraid of freezing in their pajamas. Jiang Mingyuan had nothing to do. Worried, after explaining not to go out, he found his own clothes to take a bath.

He took a shower quickly, and when he came out, the stars were not asleep. The little boy sat on the bed with a picture book on his leg, watching and laughing.

Jiang Mingyuan wiped his hair, walked over and opened the quilt, and asked him to come to sleep.

"Wait a moment." Xing Xing said with his head down, his eyes still fixed on the book. He turned two pages, and after reading what he wanted to know, he set the book aside with satisfaction and rolled himself into the bed. Actively asked: "Dad I don't want you to tell a story."

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan is really not good at telling stories. He was relieved when he said that. He took a quilt and patted it twice: "Sleep."

"Well, Dad, good night."

"Good night," Jiang Mingyuan kissed slightly on his forehead, and whispered, "Are you going to the company with Dad tomorrow?"

The little guy shook his head with his eyes closed, and put his fists in his mouth, and soon fell asleep.

...

The next day, Jiang Mingyuan went to work again. Soon after arriving at the company, he received a call from Gu Mingli.

Gu Mingli passed the news for Jiang Xudong, saying he was willing to go abroad to help him manage the shipping business.

Jiang Mingyuan was not surprised when he heard it. He set a time for Jiang Xudong to come over. He dropped the phone and contacted the lawyer again, so that he could prepare the required materials.

The appointment with Jiang Xudong was at three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, and the other party came over half an hour in advance. Jiang Mingyuan returned from inspecting the branch and heard that the other party had arrived.

Sitting in the reception room on the top floor, Jiang Xudong looked at the decoration in the room and felt infinite emotion.

A few years ago, he still had the final say here, allowing Jiang Mingyuan to wait here for a day without giving him a glass of water, or let the front desk block people directly out of the door. But now he lost all of them, and he became the beggar, waiting anxiously for the nephew's possible mercy.

In recent years, Jiang Xudong can be said to have been frightened. Most of the people who had been mixed up before went to prison. His hands and feet were clean, no problems were found, and he escaped from prison. However, his career was over. Not only was his shareholding in Jiang's company forced to transfer to others, but even companies outside his own were not spared. end.

Jiang Xudong spent most of his savings in it. It can be said that he fell from the sky to the earth. He was unwilling at first and tried to rise again, but each time he ended in failure and owed a bank debt.

He didn't have a job, and no one dared to associate with him. If it were for Gu Mingli to help him pay off his debts and help him from time to time, Jiang Xudong would even have problems eating. He was tired of his current life, so when he heard the news from Gu Mingli, he came even if he felt that the nephew could not be kind.

"Uncle San." The door of the meeting room was opened, Jiang Mingyuan brought in a person from the outside, and sat across from him: "Wait a long time."

"I haven't been here long." Jiang Xudong looked back and smiled at Jiang Mingyuan. The humility of his smile made him lower his noble head in front of his nephew.

"No need to talk about the gossip, let's talk about the business." Jiang Mingyuan raised his jaw, and the lawyer took out the information he had prepared and told Jiang Xudong about the company's information.

That company was bought by Jiang Mingyuan to train him when Jiang Mingyuan went abroad to study. Later, Jiang s father died unexpectedly, and he returned from school after leaving school. The company has also been in stocking and handed it over to professional managers. Because the foundation is good, every year There are still millions of profits.

"Only a few million?" Jiang Xudong was disappointed. He thought that in accordance with the capabilities of his nephew, the company under his hands would start at least ten million.

Jiang Mingyuan stared at his fingertips and said the fact indifferently: "Go out with these millions, or stay here, you can't earn a penny, you can choose for yourself."

Jiang Xudong stared at him as if he was going to explode at any moment. He had a clear and deep hatred under his eyes, gritted his teeth, and after a long time, he squeezed out a few words from his throat: "I'm going out."

"Okay, you can talk to the lawyer about the following things. I still have things. I'm out of company." Jiang Mingyuan nodded, got up and went out.

The transfer of company equity is not something that can be done overnight, and Jiang Mingyuan is not prepared to pay much attention. He left the conference room and returned to the office. The assistant knocked on the door just after working, and said that the eleg was below, and gave him a bag.

"Let her come up."

"Okay." The assistant nodded and went out smartly. As soon as the door was closed, the expression on her face changed. She hurriedly ran back to the office and returned to the phone at the front desk. She couldn't wait to spread the news to her colleagues: "Boss I bought a bag and it looks like it's going to be given away! "

The female colleague next door sighed, fell on the back of the chair and looked at her with a tilted head: "Don't say it, I feel bad."

"Don't dream anymore, get up and work." The news assistant was married, and had no idea about the boss. He sniffed and pulled people up: "You do nt feel bad about the boss, it s just because of work. Performance deducts your bonus. "

The bonus deduction can be described as a big killer. The female colleague did not feel bad when she heard it. She sat up and started working. She was busy and guessing: "How many year-end bonuses do you say the boss will pay this year?"

"I don't know, it won't be anyway."

...

Two minutes after the assistant went out, eleg's staff came up. She carried a kraft paper bag in her hand, knocked on the door and let Jiang Mingyuan inspect the goods. He confirmed that he passed the bill and Jiang Mingyuan signed it.

For large customers, the bills at these luxury stores are settled monthly.

Because of delays in the morning, Jiang Mingyuan had to work overtime again in the evening. It was already over eleven when he returned.

He went upstairs with the handbag he hadn't given out, thinking about whether to send a message, and he was afraid that the people downstairs were already asleep.

Hesitating, the other's news came first.

"Are you home?"

Near the end of the year, Cheng Huan is also very busy. He should consider the activities of the Chinese New Year and the arrangement of overtime, count the employees who are going to leave and make up the staff as soon as possible after the year. After the temperature rises, the dishes must be changed.

She wrote the plan on the paper, and it seemed as if she heard the sound of the elevator ringing, and Cheng Huan laughed, feeling that she had hallucinations.

The apartment elevator didn't make any noise at all. How could she be heard through several doors? Despite telling herself this way, Cheng Huan always couldn't let go of her heart. After considering the meeting, she still sent a message to others.

I did not expect that the man really returned.

It was late, and the two did not talk for too long. After a few words, they urged each other to go to sleep. Cheng Huan put down the phone after sending the message, stood up and stretched, went to the room of Xing Xing, changed his clothes and went to bed.

The next day still got up early, Cheng Huan got up to cook, and just after washing Mi Jiang Mingyuan came down. He was still in a neat suit, his shoes were shiny, but his hair was not combed back, and a few strands of shattered hair fell on his forehead. The man's hand was behind his back, and the broken diamond on the other cuff that naturally dangled slightly Light, looks slightly different from usual, and it is not clear what is different.

Cheng Huan turned to look at him for a while, but did not find the specific difference, so she turned her head and plugged in the power: "How come today so early?"

"A little ..." Jiang Mingyuan started, and found his throat was a little dumb. He cleared his throat with a slight cough, and then continued, "I have something to ask you."

"What is it?" Cheng Huan turned and asked.

The man approached slowly, his jaw stretched into a straight line, and looked a little nervous. He stretched out his hands behind his back, clutching a bag in his hand, the bag was pure white with a little fluff, and the front was made of precious stones. The trademark shines with a charming luster.

Jiang Mingyuan handed things to Cheng Huan and said dryly, "Give you a gift."