It was Rong Qing who took her arm and left the house with Jiang Zimo. Before leaving, he handed the space button to Grandma Rong and said, "These are all the things that Xiao Yanyan needs. Thank you for taking care of him."
Grandma Rong smiled happily: "It's not hard, how could it be hard? I was worried about what we would do when your grandfather came back. Now that I have little Yanyan, I am so happy every day." She paused and thought for a moment:
"You are all busy with work, I will talk to the Jiang family about Xiao Yanyan's matter." I can't let them know too early, otherwise they will snatch her away from me. Let me have her first.
How could Rong Qing not understand what Grandma Rong meant? She glanced at Jiang Zimo.
Jiang Zimo: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, grandma. I'll trouble you for little Yanyan."
Grandma Rong gave him an appreciative look and said, "It's not hard at all. I'm very happy. Okay, you must be hungry. I'll go get you breakfast."
Jiang Zimo offered: "Grandma, I'll go with you."
Rong Qing: "I'll go call my little brother."
Han Junjun had already come out of the house. Seeing Rong Qing standing far away, she ran over happily and hugged her: "Sister, sister, I finally see you. Ah, ah, ah, my sister is so beautiful. Sister, did you miss Junjun?"
Rong Qing felt a natural sense of closeness when she saw her handsome little brother. She bent down and touched the tip of his nose with her slender index finger: "Yes, of course I don't. Welcome back to Kyoto, little Junjun."
Jiang Zimo couldn't control his hands and wanted to pull his brother-in-law off his young wife's thighs, but he finally held back.
Han Junjun shook his little head, tilted his head back, and looked at him with his big eyes blinking: "It's not about settling down. There's no need to settle down. My sister's home is my home. Besides, I'm already studying at Huaqing Affiliated Primary School. It's very close to our home. I've also moved all my things here."
As if he suddenly realized that he had not asked his sister yet, and had not obtained her consent, he lowered his head, stretched out his little fleshy hand, grabbed the corner of her clothes and shook it:
"I'm sorry, sister. I moved in without your consent. Can Junjun live with you?"
She looked tenderly at the small whorls of hair on his head and the little hair standing up, and couldn't help laughing out loud:
"No need to say sorry, Junjun said it himself. This is your home. It's completely normal to go back to your own home."
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