Chapter 88:

When Jiang Mingyuan learned that the stars existed, he checked Cheng Huan's past.
It was impossible to say that there was no mustard.
It was just that he didn't have any other thoughts about Cheng Huan at first. He only regarded the other party as a stranger. The awkwardness in his heart only existed for a short time. When he was later attracted because he was too comfortable with each other, it was already difficult to connect the person he knew with the woman in the data.
Because these things have been accepted and psychologically prepared, Jiang Mingyuan is not affected much now when he sees the Internet going into trouble. He is more worried about Cheng Huan, fearing that she will feel bad when she sees it.
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The people under Jiang Mingyuan's movements were very fast. In just half an hour, online speculations about Cheng Huan's true and false news disappeared, and the public's attention was attracted by other gossip.
This situation is obviously not what the pushers behind the scenes would like to see, as if they were dying fish offshore, using the only channels to send out those things that vilified women over and over again.
Jiang Mingyuan frowned when he saw these new posts. He felt that his people's ability to do things had receded. He turned on the chat software to find the target, and before the rebuke was issued, his eyes were attracted by one of the titles.
In order to attract traffic, the titles of these posts are ridiculous, as is the article that Jiang Mingyuan noticed.
He didn't click in, his movements stopped, his eyes paused for a moment, and he suddenly asked the woman, "How long have you been cooking?"
Cheng Huan didn't expect that he would suddenly talk to himself, and he said, "It's been 20 years. I have learned how to get a kitchen knife from my grandfather."
After speaking, she felt awkward. The original owner lived with his grandparents. How did he learn cooking with his grandpa when he was a few years old? Not to mention the grandfather of the original owner is not a cook.
She was stunned, afraid that the man might hear something wrong, and she secretly observed for a moment, and realized that there was nothing wrong with the other person, so she was relieved.
Jiang Mingyuan was curious: "Your cooking was taught by your grandfather?"
"Ah, right."
"It turned out to be this way." Jiang Mingyuan looked stunned, and his look didn't look abnormal: "Your cooking is so good, and you don't know how delicious your grandpa's food will be."
Cheng Huan heard his title, and he was a little bit sweet, and he could n’t help but start showing off:
Grandpa's food is certainly delicious, much better than mine. When I was a kid, all the red and white happy events were Find him! "
Where does she know that Jiang Mingyuan's heart has turned up a huge wave at this time!
He did n’t say that he knew it well in the past, but he probably knew it. The information shows that he did n’t spend long with his grandfather at all. How could he learn this cooking skill?
Jiang Mingyuan didn't think Cheng Huan was just lying. He believed in the other person's behavior, and that knives were also the best proof.
It's not the girlfriend's problem, it must be the wrong information! The information will be wrong, and there may only be ghosts around you! Jiang Mingyuan suspected that his mother and the group of uncles were the first time. Do they think that those people intentionally told him false news, and then waited for this time to expose it?
Although he didn't know what the purpose of those people was, Jiang Mingyuan was really shocked by this speculation. He passed the people around him and felt that everyone seemed to have a problem.
The seeds of suspicion were planted and took root at the fastest speed. Jiang Mingyuan's expression was grim, a stormy situation, passed over the objects of suspicion, and contacted others to have them checked.
He suspected that there were many people and the results were slow. It would take at least half a month to get the news. Jiang Mingyuan wasn't too anxious, and he didn't care if he ordered to continue, and refocused on other things.
Rumors about Cheng Huan have been completely suppressed, but Jiang Mingyuan still has a lot to do. It is mainly a country I project. The group has invested a lot there. This time the losses suffered by the tsunami are not small. Many unfinished projects need to be rescheduled, and those that have been completed but damaged need to be arranged for repair. Coupled with the large and small issues on various domestic projects, he estimates that this month will not be idle.
Busy time passes quickly, as if it hasn't done anything yet, it's time to get off work.
Because Cheng Huan and Xingxing came along, Jiang Mingyuan didn't plan to work overtime, and turned off the computer as soon as the time came.
Cheng Huan and his son played with Rubik's Cube for one afternoon. She finally recovered once after Baidu. She did n’t have any sense of accomplishment, she just felt a headache. Now when she sees Jiang Mingyuan standing up, she ca n’t wait to stand up:
Let ’s go back ?"
"Well." Jiang Mingyuan saw her smile, and the exhaustion of work all afternoon seemed to disappear instantly. He put on a suit and walked over to peck on her lips: "Are you waiting for boredom?"
Cheng Huan hypocritically answered, "It's okay."
Jiang Mingyuan didn't know how many times he had peeked at her in the afternoon. How could he be mistaken? He laughed without saying a word, leaning over and holding up his listless star, and led his girlfriend out.
The stars leaned against Dad's arms and began to whisper in secret: "Dad, my mother and I played Rubik's Cube all afternoon."
The respondent's subject responded dullly: "Is it?"
"Mom hasn't recovered for a long time." The child secretly glanced at the fat mother with a fat expression and whispered to his father's ear and whispered, "Daddy, isn't mom a bit stupid?"
One side is the son and the other side is the subject. Jiang Mingyuan did not hesitate to stand on the side of the subject. He patted his little buttocks: "No bullshit."
"I do not have!"
"Did you forget how long it took you to learn Rubik's Cube?" Jiang Mingyuan reminded his son, "Mom is much faster than you."
The stars hummed, pouting their mouths and not talking. He didn't remember he was at a loss with this little toy!
However, the memory is so wonderful. Sometimes you do n’t even think of breaking your head, sometimes you do n’t want to remember, but you remember it clearly.
Five-year-old Jiang Mingyuan's child encountered this problem, and his father only reminded him that he was already playing a comic book about the failed cube play.
The little guy thinks that his face is more stinky, and he doesn't want to admit that the fool with memory is himself, but he can't deceive himself. Apology: "Sorry, mom."
"Ah?" Cheng Huan didn't know what it was doing.
"Dad is right, my mother is much smarter than me." When a child speaks, he can hang a bottle with a small mouth, but he still says everything: "I shouldn't think my mother is stupid, I'm the dumbest . "
After that, the star child sadly dropped a drop of silver peas.
Cheng Huan was so distressed and funny that he didn't know what expression to use. She glanced at Jiang Mingyuan and found that the man couldn't laugh or cry.
Fortunately, Xingxing is a very strong child. He adjusted it before his parents thought about how to comfort him. He clenched his fist tightly, and his face was full of innocence: "But I will become smarter in the future!"
"Well, Mom believes you."
Jiang Mingyuan said, "Dad also believes."
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Even if Jiang Mingyuan tried to prevent it, Cheng Huan knew what had happened on the third day.
It was asked from the mouth of the clerk.
The ordinary gourds may not always remember the appearance of the protagonist, but the staff at the lamb shop is not. After a few months of understanding, how can they not recognize that the gossip heroine is their own boss?
After reading the true and false past of the boss, when the shop clerks saw Cheng Huan again, their expressions were always awkward, and some self-reliance had a good relationship with her, and they also made a lot of noises.
So the hindsight party finally ate this melon in the employee's mobile phone screenshot.
After reading the whole story, Cheng Huan only had one impression: It turned out that Jiang Mingyuan's mobile phone was "broken" because of this.
She didn't do it by herself. She didn't have any sense of substitution. She didn't feel embarrassed. If she was worried, she was just a little worried that Jiang Mingyuan would have trouble for her because of this.
However, according to the performance in the past few days, it should be absent, and there is even a faint trend. The other party is going back late and late, and Cheng Huan is not sure how long he can persist.
Hey, Shunji naturally, it's not a big deal.
Thinking of the man's increasingly hot eyes, Cheng Huan's ears were also a little hot. She returned the mobile phone to the staff, checked the accounts of the previous days as usual, and went to the kitchen to study the new dishes with the chef.
The new dishes have been studied for some time, and these days have been improving. During the discussion, the chef prepared the dish. Cheng Huan picked up the chopsticks to taste the taste. When he glanced at the adjacent counter, he seemed to think of something. Suddenly there.
Jiang Mingyuan asked her the day before yesterday. Who did you learn about cooking?
Ruined! !! !!
With these three big words popping up in Cheng Huan's heart, when the eighteenth generation of his ancestors were being picked up on the Internet, how could Jiang Mingyuan not know that there was something wrong with what he said?
He knew there was a problem, so why didn't he say it? Cheng Huan was in a panic, all sorts of messy conjectures came to mind, and for a while, it felt that Jiang Mingyuan didn't take the words on the Internet into mind, and for a while, he felt that the man must be just playing with her, so it didn't matter what she was.
She didn't look so good, and the staff of the kitchen also found out.
"Boss, are you unwell?"
The questioning voice made her come back, Cheng Huan blinked twice, shook her head and said that it was okay. She desperately wanted to know the answer to the question in her heart. She couldn't do anything else. She put the chopsticks to the chef next to her. "I still have something at home. Let's go first."
"Don't you try it, boss?" The chef was waiting for the comment, but it didn't help to see that the boss suddenly changed his mind.
"No, just do it yourself."
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Because of this accident, Cheng Huan came back earlier than expected and arrived home less than four o'clock.
Jiang Mingyuan didn't get off work. Xingxing went to the company with his dad. The small area of ​​the house seemed extra quiet. Cheng Huan didn't contact the man. She sat on the rug and folded her hands against her forehead. There seemed to be wild grass growing in her heart. .
Time went forward little by little, and the living room gradually darkened. A slight noise came from outside the door. Then the door was opened and familiar footsteps came in.
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The room was dim, Jiang Mingyuan wondered. He hugged the stars. When he walked in and saw the figure in front of the sofa, he was relieved: "Why not turn on the lights?"
He lowered the star and pressed the switch. The crystal lamp in the living room glowed brightly, and it was a little dazzling.
The person in front of the sofa did not respond.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Mingyuan approached and squatted down. "Is there anything uncomfortable?"