As early as when Jiang Mingyuan learned of the existence of the stars, he checked Cheng Huan's past.
At that time, it was impossible to say that there was no grudge.
It's just that he didn't have any other thoughts about Cheng Huan at first, he only regarded him as a stranger, and the awkwardness in his heart only existed for a short time. Later, when he was attracted involuntarily because he was too comfortable getting along, it was already difficult to connect the person he knew with the woman in the data.
Because he had already accepted these things and made sufficient mental preparations, Jiang Mingyuan was not affected much when he saw the commotion on the Internet. He was more worried about Cheng Huan, fearing that she would be in a bad mood when she saw it.
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Jiang Mingyuan's men acted very quickly. In just half an hour, the real and false news about Cheng Huan that had been hyped up on the Internet disappeared completely, and the public's attention was attracted by other gossip.
This situation is obviously not what the people behind the scenes want to see. They are like dying fish off the shore, using the only channels they have to send out things that slander women over and over again.
Jiang Mingyuan frowned when he saw these new posts, feeling that the ability of his subordinates had regressed. He opened the chat software to find the target, and before he could send out the reprimand, his eyes were attracted by one of the titles.
In order to attract traffic, the titles of these posts were all sensational, and so was the one that Jiang Mingyuan noticed.
He didn't click in, stopped his movements, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked the woman beside him, "How long have you been learning how to cook?"
Cheng Huan didn't expect him to talk to him suddenly, so he paused for a moment and said, "It's been twenty years, I learned to hold a kitchen knife from my grandfather when I was very young."
After she finished speaking, she felt a slip of the tongue, the original owner lived with his grandparents, how could he learn how to cook from his grandfather at such a young age? What's more, the original owner's grandfather was not a cook either.
She was apprehensive, afraid that the man might hear something wrong, so she observed secretly for a while, and found that there was nothing wrong with him, so she was a little relieved.
Jiang Mingyuan was curious: "Your cooking skills were taught by your grandfather?"
"Ah, yes."
"So that's how it is." Jiang Mingyuan was stunned, and his expression looked normal: "Your cooking is so good, I don't know how delicious your grandpa's cooking is."
Hearing his name, Cheng Huan felt a little sweet in his heart, and seeing that the other party had no doubts, he couldn't help showing off: "Of course the food made by grandpa is delicious, and it's much better than mine. Find him!"
How did she know that at this time, Jiang Mingyuan's heart was already turning up like a huge wave!
He didn't say he memorized the other party's past, but he probably knew about it. According to the information, the other party didn't get along with his grandfather for a long time. How could he learn such cooking skills
Jiang Mingyuan didn't think that Cheng Huan was lying just now. He believed in the other party's character, and that knife skill was the best proof.
It's not the girlfriend's problem, it must be an error in the data! And the information will be wrong, it is only possible that there is an inner ghost beside me! Jiang Mingyuan immediately suspected his mother and the group of uncles. Could it be that those people deliberately told him false news, and then waited for this opportunity to expose it
Although he didn't know what the purpose of those people was, Jiang Mingyuan was really shocked by this guess. He went through the people around him and felt that everyone seemed to have a problem.
The seeds of doubt were planted, and they took root and germinated as quickly as possible. Jiang Mingyuan looked stern, as if a storm was about to come, and surpassed the suspects, contacting others to have them all checked out.
He suspected many people, and the speed of the results was slow. It would take at least half a month before there was any news. Jiang Mingyuan was not too anxious, and ignored his orders, and focused on other things again.
The rumors about Cheng Huan had been completely suppressed, but Jiang Mingyuan still had a lot to do. It is mainly the projects in country I, where the Group has invested a lot. The damage suffered by the tsunami this time is not small. Many unfinished projects need to be rescheduled, and those that have been completed but damaged need to be repaired. , Coupled with the large and small problems in various domestic projects, he estimates that he will not be idle this month.
Time passed quickly when I was busy, as if I hadn't done anything yet, it was time to get off work.
Because Cheng Huan and Xingxing came together, Jiang Mingyuan didn't plan to work overtime, and turned off the computer when the time came.
Cheng Huan played Rubik's Cube with her son all afternoon, and finally recovered once after Baidu passed. She didn't feel any sense of accomplishment, but just felt a headache. Seeing Jiang Mingyuan stand up now seemed like a relief, and she couldn't wait to stand up: "Let's go back ?"
"Hmm." Jiang Mingyuan saw her smiling face, and the exhaustion from working all afternoon seemed to disappear in an instant. He put on his suit, walked over and pecked her on the lips: "Are you bored waiting?"
Cheng Huan hypocritically replied: "It's okay."
Jiang Mingyuan didn't know how many times he peeked at her all afternoon, how could he mistake her, he smiled without saying a word, leaned over to pick up the listless Xingxing, and led his girlfriend out.
Leaning in his father's arms, Xing Xing began to complain secretly: "Dad, my mother and I played Rubik's Cube all afternoon."
The respondent responded flatly: "Really?"
"Mom hasn't recovered after playing for a long time." The child secretly glanced at the fat mother with a dangerous expression, and whispered in his father's ear, "Dad, is mom a little stupid?"
With the son on one side and the object on the other, Jiang Mingyuan stood on the object's side without hesitation. He patted his son's little butt: "Don't talk nonsense."
"I don't!"
"Have you forgotten how long it took you to learn the Rubik's Cube?" Jiang Mingyuan reminded his son: "Mom is much faster than you."
Xing Xing hummed angrily, pouted her mouth and said nothing. He didn't remember that he was helpless in the face of this little toy!
However, memory is such a wonderful thing, sometimes you can't remember it even if you want to use your brain, and sometimes you don't want to remember it, but you still remember it clearly.
Five-year-old Jiang Mingyuan encountered this problem. His father only reminded him, and his mind was already playing a comic strip of failures in Rubik's Cube.
The more the little guy thinks about it, the worse his face becomes. He doesn't want to admit that he is the idiot with memory, but he can't deceive himself. Xing Xing struggled for a long time. When he was about to get home, he finally decided to recognize the truth. He turned to look at his mother, awkwardly and quietly Apologize: "Mom, I'm sorry."
"Ah?" Cheng Huan didn't know what it was for.
"Father is right, my mother is much smarter than me." When the child talked, his mouth was so pouted that he could hang oil bottles, but he still said the whole thing: "I shouldn't think that my mother is stupid, I am the most stupid .”
After finishing speaking, the Xingxing child sadly dropped a drop of Silver Doudou.
Cheng Huan felt distressed and funny seeing him like this, and she didn't know what expression to use. She glanced at Jiang Mingyuan and found that the man was also dumbfounded.
Fortunately, Xing Xing is a very strong child, and he had already adjusted before his parents thought about how to comfort him. He clenched his fists tightly, with a childlike determination on his face: "But I will become smarter and smarter in the future!"
"Well, Mom trusts you."
Jiang Mingyuan then said, "Father also believes it."
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No matter how Jiang Mingyuan tried to prevent it, Cheng Huan still knew what had happened on the third day.
It was asked from the mouth of the shop assistant.
Ordinary people who eat melons may not remember the appearance of the protagonist after gossip, but the staff of the mutton restaurant are not. After knowing each other for a few months, how could they not recognize the rumored heroine as their boss
After reading the true and false past of the boss, when the shop assistants saw Cheng Huan again, their expressions were always a little awkward.
So the belated party finally ate this not-so-spicy melon in the screenshot of the employee's mobile phone.
After reading the whole story, Cheng Huan only had one thought: Jiang Mingyuan's phone "broken" because of this.
She didn't do it by herself, she didn't have any sense of substitution, and she didn't feel any embarrassment. If she was worried, she was just a little worried that Jiang Mingyuan would have a grudge against her because of these things
However, judging from the performance in the past few days, there should be no, and there is even a faint trend. The other party has been returning later and later in the past few days, and Cheng Huan is not sure how long he can persist.
Hey, it's natural for Shun Ji, it's not a big deal.
Thinking of the man's increasingly hot gaze, Cheng Huan's ears felt a little hot. She returned the mobile phone to the staff, checked the accounts of the previous few days as usual, and went to the kitchen to study new dishes with the chef for a while.
The new dish has been studied for a while, and it has been improving these days. During the discussion, the chef made the dish. Cheng Huan picked up the chopsticks and was about to taste the taste. Suddenly froze there.
What did Jiang Mingyuan ask her the day before yesterday? Who did you learn your cooking skills from
Ruined! ! !
These three big words popped up in Cheng Huan's mind, and when the eighteen generations of his ancestors were almost picked up online, how could Jiang Mingyuan not know that there was something wrong with what he said
He knew there was a problem, why didn't he express it? Cheng Huan was flustered, and all kinds of messy conjectures surfaced in her mind. At one moment, she felt that Jiang Mingyuan didn't take what she said on the Internet to heart, and at another moment, she felt that the man must be just playing with her, so it didn't matter what she was like.
Her face was not good-looking, and the staff in the back kitchen also noticed it.
"Boss, are you feeling unwell?"
The voice of the question brought her back to her senses, Cheng Huan blinked twice, shook her head and said it was okay, she was eager to know the answer to the question in her heart, she couldn't do anything else, put down the chopsticks, and told the chef beside her Said: "I still have something to do at home, let's go first."
"Boss, don't you want to have a taste?" The chef was waiting for a review, and he couldn't react when the boss suddenly changed his mind.
"No, you can decide for yourself."
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Because of this accident, Cheng Huan came back much earlier than scheduled, and it was less than four o'clock when he arrived home.
Jiang Mingyuan didn't get off work, and Xing Xing went to the company with his father. The large house seemed extremely quiet, and Cheng Huan didn't contact the man. She sat on the carpet with her hands folded against her forehead, and there seemed to be weeds growing wildly in her heart. .
Time moved forward bit by bit, the living room gradually darkened, there was a slight sound outside the door, then the door was opened, and familiar footsteps walked in.
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The room was dark, and Jiang Mingyuan was puzzled. He hugged the star, and when he walked in and saw the figure in front of the sofa, he was relieved: "Why don't you turn on the light?"
He put down the star and pressed the switch, and the crystal lamp in the living room shone brightly, dazzlingly bright.
The person in front of the sofa did not respond.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Mingyuan approached and squatted down: "Is there something uncomfortable?"