The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun Chapter 7

Moving is not an easy task.

The first is to look at the house. Cheng Huan has several favorite choices, but he has to look at the site exactly.

It was inconvenient to watch the room with the stars. Cheng Huan stayed at ho for too long and was not assured. She agreed with the stars to go out two hours a day, and then co back to accompany him.

There was no one to teach the child, and he didn't understand many things. Cheng Huan taught him a little about the rest of the ti.

It's not a profound theory, it's just so common sense of life, such as how to call soone when you see soone, who to look for when you are lost, what to do if your ho is on fire, etc.

The stars are also smart. Basically, I can understand it by teaching twice. Cheng Huan also found that he was particularly sensitive to numbers. He rembered the eleven-digit phone number once. After reading it, he knew how many tis it was. O'clock.

Should it be worthy of being the son of the male lead?

In the evening, Cheng Huan washed the stars and told him a ssage: "We are going to move the day after tomorrow."

She looked for several days and finally determined the location of the new house.

The house she liked was a new house, which had been renovated, and her parents bought it for her child's marriage. As a result, the two couples made a noise the day before they received their permits, and their son went to the field in annoyance, saying that they would not return for the ti being.

The new house was empty and wasted, so the couple decided to rent it out.

The plot is pretty good, and it's green. It didn't take long to complete. The surrounding area is complete from kindergarten to high school. Cheng Huan has inquired about them one by one, and they are all very good schools. If they go well, they can continue to read. If you have money later, you can buy a house over there.

The house is good, and the rent is certainly not cheap. An 80-square-foot house costs 5,000 yuan a month.

Cheng Huan was very happy when he signed the contract and paid for it, and went out to see the bank balance and began to feel heartache again. However, she felt heartache for a while, and the house must be changed. The money will have to be spent sooner or later, and then it will be earned.

Xingxing is now very close to her mother, and she wants to stick together every day, but her mother goes out to "see the house" every day. When he leaves the house, he is left alone. Xingxing does not like to be alone.

Compared to Cheng Huan, the little guy is much less interested in changing his residence and has always held a dispensable attitude. Compared to changing places, he is more interested in Cheng Huan's itinerary tomorrow.

"Aweso!" He perfunctoryly asked, then asked what he was most concerned about: "Will the mother be with the stars tomorrow at ho?"

"Still doesn't work."

Hearing this answer, the little guy's face was full of disappointnt.

"Okay." His little adult sighed, "You adults are always busy, I know."

"I'm not busy, it's us." Cheng Huan hugged the stars to bed and turned on the air conditioner. "There is still sothing missing in the new house. We will go out and buy it together tomorrow."

She described the little one to her new ho, and drew it on paper while talking.

Cheng Huan learned to paint for a while when he was in school. The technique is not very good. It is enough to cheat children.

The stars were really attracted by the pictures she wrote. He lay on the bed, stretched his head to Cheng Huan's hand, and watched while amazed.

"Mom, you are so good!"

"Grief." Cheng Huan raised his eyebrows and accepted his son's praise. She dropped the last stroke and pushed the paper under the eyes of the stars.

"The new house looks like this, it looks better than what it looks like. Does Xingxi like it?"

"Like!" Star replied loudly without hesitation.

The child is always afraid of the unknown and the stars, because he has no concept of the new environnt. It was just that he was afraid of being controlled by him, because he wanted to be with his mother, and his mother wanted to change places.

Now through Huan's hand, the empty and strange new environnt finally unveiled a veil in his eyes.

The picture on that paper told him that the new house was not terrible, but rather beautiful.

Much better than the house now!

The little guy got excited all of a sudden. He knelt down on the bed and touched the corners with his fingers, as if he wanted to touch the reality through this painting.

"Mom!" He held the picture, jumped to Cheng Huan, leaned on her and pointed to one of the rooms: "Do the stars live with mother?"

"Yes, we live here." Cheng Huan pointed to each room and introduced him: "Here is the living room, this is the kitchen, this is the study, there will be many books, and the stars can read here."

Cheng Huan looked at the small dot under his eyelids, and added: "You can also do your howork here."

The little guy imdiately picked up: "Xingxing likes to do his howork."

During this ti, Cheng Huan will also arrange so howork when teaching children things, saying that the howork is actually more like a ga, and there will be rewards after finishing. The stars have a high acceptance of this kind of activity.

He ate well during this ti, his nutrition kept up, and the flesh on his face increased at a rate visible to the naked eye. The little guy muttered his mouth when he talked, and the cheeks on both sides were bulging. It looked soft and tender, and it was very exciting.

Cheng Huan didn't have to bear it. When he thought of it, he really squeezed it twice. He also pitted his son very badly: "Really? The stars are great! But what if you do nt like to do your howork in the future? ? "

The little boy froze. It seed that he didn't quite understand why his mother asked this question. He blinked, and his long black eyelashes fell on the eyelids, quiet and beautiful, not like a real person.

"Impossible! Stars like to do howork."

The voice of the child broke Cheng Huan's fantasy. She turned back and saw her son standing upright and said to her, "If the stars don't like to do howork, my mother will spank !"

The original body just ignored the child before, and did not do anything except that night.

Xingxing doesn't know what it feels like to be spanked, but the companions downstairs are often spanked, crying loudly every ti, and crying for a long ti.

Crying so miserably, it must be especially painful. The punishnt of spanking has always been the scariest punishnt in the world in the young man's heart.

"That's settled." Now that the son has said it, what else does Cheng Huan disagree with? She tore back a piece of paper and wrote sothing on it with the pen she just drew.

The little guy thought that his mother still had to draw, but when he looked in the past, he found that it was incomprehensible.

He was curious: "Mom, what is this?"

"This is a note, so I wrote it down in case you forget it." Cheng Huan finished writing, signed a na in the lower right corner, and inserted the pen into Xingxing's hand, holding his hand to write his na.

The children's hands were soft, and Cheng Huan was separated by a layer and could not control his strength. The words written were crooked.

Xingxing experienced this kind of activity for the first ti, and was curious: "Mom, am I drawing too?"

"This is not a painting. It is a signature. These words are the nas of the stars. Write it down to confirm it for you."

After Cheng Huan said it, he read the docunt again, probably aning that the stars guaranteed that they would always like it and do their howork on ti. If they repented, they would voluntarily accept punishnt.

The star was only four years old, and many of the sentences in that word were incomprehensible.

He is most concerned about his own na. He has been holding his head to look at him, and even after reading it, he narcissistically praises himself.

"Mom, my na looks good too!"