Chapter 297 Shocked Xiaoya for Many Years
Han Jiaojiao turned her head away indifferently.
Sun Qianqian's tears kept falling, just like in a tragedy.
She could also understand Sun Qianqian's feelings.
The fiancé fell from grace and died.
Not only did he not leave any will to Sun Qianqian before he died, but he even let his own sister follow another woman.
This is like entrusting someone to someone before death, but instead of looking for the person closest to you, you look for the most unlikely person.
Most importantly, this person is the one Sun Qianqian hates the most.
If it were Han Jiaojiao, she would definitely be furious.
Maybe they would even pull the person out of the coffin and whip the corpse.
Sun Qianqian swayed two steps, stared at Han Jiaojiao's face, shook her head slowly, and let out a silly laugh.
Han Jiaojiao didn't want to meddle in Sun Qianqian's affairs.
But there have been too many troubles at home recently, and she doesn't want anything to happen again and make her elders worry.
Han Jiaojiao said: "Gu Liang may have wanted to make Xiaorou live a more stable life. Besides, with Junshan's relationship, they are still half-siblings after all, so it is normal to entrust the child to his sister-in-law."
"Is it normal to entrust it to you? He clearly knows that I..."
When Sun Qianqian saw Sun Wen, she immediately swallowed the rest of her words.
She hates Han Jiaojiao very much.
Gu Liang knew this!
No matter what his reasons were, at least he didn't consider her!
For a moment, Sun Qianqian didn't know who to turn to for justice.
Just now she was trying to get some money at the funeral and was making a fuss with Han Jiaojiao, but now it seems like a joke.
Sun Qianqian’s soul seemed to have been sucked away. Her eyes were staring blankly at one place, and suddenly she opened her mouth and burst into tears.
Wang Rui was shocked: "Why are you crying? No one is bullying you, others will misunderstand you!"
"Hey, Sun Wen, please take her to mom's place."
Other people might get annoyed seeing her like this, and only Tang Shuang could comfort her.
Although Sun Yat-sen was cold by nature, he was not unkind.
After living together for eighteen years, Sun Yat-sen didn't want to see her suffer.
Sun Wen handed over a handkerchief, took the crying Sun Qianqian around to the back door to find a place to sit down, and then went to find Tang Shuang to comfort her.
Wang Rui was very depressed.
"This person is so weird. She was the one who came here to cause trouble, so why is she crying?"
"Gu Liang is her fiancé."
"I heard it, but I always feel it's weird. What's wrong with you guys?"
Wang Rui was instinctively curious and looked at Han Jiaojiao with her pair of bright black eyes.
Wang Rui has good facial features, a bit like a deer.
She has big round eyes, a small pouty mouth, and standard M-shaped lips.
Although it is not the current aesthetic, Han Jiaojiao likes it very much.
My skin is just a little darker and I have some small sun spots.
But this is more like an animal.
Han Jiaojiao tapped her chin.
"You are such a gossip! Things in our family are very complicated. You will know after a while. I think this dress belongs to Aunt Rao Fang. It is not suitable for you to wear it. Guests are coming in one after another. It is not good to see you like this. Come with me upstairs."
Han Jiaojiao pulled her upstairs.
She opened the cupboard and took out a medium-length down jacket and a long cotton-padded jacket.
The styles are either the latest or classic, and will not go out of style even after wearing them for seven or eight years.
She took out a lot of sweaters and cashmere clothes from the space in advance. Because she was afraid of the cold, she also stocked up several pairs of cashmere trousers this year.
They are all light, soft and warm materials.
"Xiaoya, the color of this taro powder seems to suit you very well."
“So soft!”
It was the first time Wang Rui saw such soft clothes. She wanted to touch them but was afraid of damaging them.
Han Jiaojiao picked up her sleeves and squeezed her hands hard.
"It's made of rabbit fur, so it might shed easily, but it suits the color and style very well. There are also a few outlined flowers sewn on the clothes, which makes it even more suitable."
"Yeah?"
"Well, you are young, so you look better in something younger."
Wang Rui blinked and thought, aren’t you about the same age as me? Why do you act like an elder?
Han Jiaojiao chose a goose yellow one, an off-white cashmere sweater, and this taro pink one, a total of three pieces.
She asked Wang Rui to try on several pairs of pants, and Wang Rui could wear them all.
Han Jiaojiao smiled and said, "These are what I wore before I was pregnant. Although they are not winter styles, they can be kept for next spring. If you don't mind, you can take them all."
"Give this to me? Keep it for after you give birth!"
"After giving birth, your pelvis may change, so the ones you wore before may not be suitable. Besides, I'm still breastfeeding, so I may not be able to wear this. You can take it."
Han Jiaojiao dragged out a large suitcase from the closet and put her clothes and pants into it one by one.
First the winter ones, then the coats for fall, the dresses for summer.
In a short while, the box was filled.
Wang Rui only has two sets of clothes for summer and two sets of cotton-padded jackets for winter, which are full of patches. And a box of stuff, more clothes than she had ever worn in her life.
"By the way, do you have socks? Cotton socks or terry socks. When the heating is on in winter, you can run barefoot on the floor. It's so comfortable."
“…”
"What’s wrong with you"
Han Jiaojiao suddenly saw tears in Wang Rui's eyes.
Wang Rui quickly raised her head and swallowed back her tears: "I didn't cry, it was just too hot and the heat hurt my eyes."
“I see…”
Han Jiaojiao held back her laughter.
When she was in the orphanage, she would do the same when kind-hearted organizations sent her welfare.
I can’t say I was very touched, but I just felt like someone was thinking about me and not abandoning me.
Han Jiaojiao found a few pairs of terry socks from among the new socks and stuffed them into the box.
"You are still studying. There were only the old couple at my second brother's house before, and there were no children's things. The stationery must not be complete. Please wait for me."
Han Jiaojiao went into the cloakroom again.
She remodeled this room.
Since it was not a load-bearing wall, we broke through the wall, compressed the adjacent space, and made a simple multi-functional study room.
The remaining space was used as a dressing room.
Han Jiaojiao hid inside, reached her hands into the space, fished out a lot of stationery, and then came out holding a large pile of things.
Wang Rui was almost scared to death and quickly ran over to answer it.
"Oh my goodness, why are there so many things!"
Wang Rui threw the notebooks on the bed. A long pile of notebooks took up half of the bed.
"5 hardcover notebooks, 5 softcover copybooks, 2 large-size error notebooks, 10 English notebooks, and 20 draft notebooks. If you work hard, you can use them all in half a year."
Wang Rui's notebooks are made of pieces of paper stitched together and stapled together.
It was the first time she saw so many good books and she kept looking at them foolishly.
"And these, two fountain pens, a box of signing pens, a mechanical pencil, this is the pencil lead, and three colored markers, two boxes of correction fluid, and three erasers. I think these are enough."
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