Rebirth Seventy Silly Wife, She Has a Space of Fortune

Han Jiaojiao turned her head coldly.

Sun Qianqian's tears kept falling, just like in the bitter drama.

She could also understand Sun Qianqian's mood.

The fiancé fell off the altar and died.

The last words left before his death were not given to Sun Qianqian, but he actually let his own sister follow other women.

It's like asking an orphan on the deathbed, not looking for the closest one, but finding the most unlikely one.

Most importantly, this person is the person Sun Qianqian hates the most.

If it was Han Jiaojiao, she would definitely be furious.

Maybe they have to pull people out of the coffin and flog their corpses.

Sun Qianqian swayed for two steps, stared at Han Jiaojiao's face and slowly shook her head, letting out a silly laugh.

Han Jiaojiao didn't want to meddle in Sun Qianqian's business.

But there have been too many broken facts in the family recently, and she doesn't want any more accidents to worry the elders.

Han Jiaojiao said: "Maybe Gu Liang wanted to make Xiaorou's life more stable, and with Junshan's relationship, they are still half brothers and sisters after all, so it's normal to entrust them to sister-in-law."

"Is it normal to entrust it to you? He clearly knows me..."

When Sun Qianqian saw Sun Wen, she immediately swallowed the following words back into her stomach.

She hates Han Jiaojiao very much.

Gu Liang knew this!

No matter what reason he thought about, at least he didn't think about her!
For a moment, Sun Qianqian didn't know who to talk to.

Just now, she was messing around with Han Jiaojiao for the sake of the funeral, but now it seems that it is a joke.

Sun Qianqian's soul was taken away, her eyes stared blankly at one place, she suddenly grinned and cried loudly.

Wang Rui was taken aback: "Why are you crying! No one bullies you, others will misunderstand you!"

"Hey, Sun Wen, please take her to Mom's side."

Others might get annoyed seeing her like this, but only Tang Shuang can comfort her.

Although Sun Wen was cold by nature, he was not unkind.

After living together for 18 years, Sun Wen didn't want to see her suffer so much.

Sun Wen handed over the handkerchief, dragged Sun Qianqian, who was crying bitterly, to the back door to find a place to sit down, and then went to Tang Shuang to comfort her.

Wang Rui was very depressed.

"This person is so strange. It's obvious that she came to find fault. Why are you crying!"

"Gu Liang is her fiance."

"I can hear it, but I always feel weird. What's going on with you?"

Out of instinctive curiosity, Wang Rui looked at Han Jiaojiao with a pair of bright black eyes.

Wang Rui has pretty good facial features, a bit like a deer.

The eyes are round and big, the mouth is small and pouty, standard M lips.

Although it is not the current aesthetic, Han Jiaojiao likes it very much.

It's just that the skin is a little darker, and there are a little sun spots.

But this is more like an animal.

Han Jiaojiao clicked her chin.

"You really gossip! The affairs of our family are complicated. You will know after a long time. I think this dress belongs to Aunt Rao Fang, and it is not suitable for you. Guests come in one after another and see you like this It's not good, you can go up with me."

Han Jiaojiao dragged her upstairs.

She opened the cabinet and took out a medium down jacket and a long padded jacket.

The style is not the latest, but it is a classic style, which will not be outdated after seven or eight years of wearing.

She took a lot of sweaters and cashmere sweaters from the space in advance, and because she was afraid of the cold, she also stocked up several pairs of cashmere pants this year.

They are all light, soft and warm materials.

"Little girl, the color of this taro powder seems to suit you quite well."

"So soft!"

It was the first time Wang Rui saw such soft clothes. She wanted to touch them, but she was afraid of ruining them.

Han Jiaojiao picked up the sleeve and kneaded it vigorously in her hand.

"It's made of rabbit fur. It may be a little easy to shed, but it's very suitable for this color and style. There are also a few outlined flowers sewn on the clothes, which is more suitable."

"is it?"

"Well, you are young, and you look good in skinny clothes."

Wang Rui blinked, thinking, aren't you about my age?Why do you look like an elder?

Han Jiaojiao chose a light yellow one, another off-white cashmere sweater, and this taro powder one, making a total of three pieces.

She asked Wang Rui to try on a few pairs of trousers, and Wang Rui could wear them all.

Han Jiaojiao smiled and said, "These are the ones I wore when I was not pregnant. Although they are not winter styles, they can be kept for spring next year. You can take them if you don't mind."

"Give this to me too? You keep it to wear after the baby is born!"

"After giving birth, the pelvis may change, and the previous ones may not be suitable. Besides, I still need to breastfeed, so I may not be able to wear this kind of clothes. You can take it."

Han Jiaojiao dragged out a large suitcase from the closet, and put clothes and pants into it one by one.

First winter, then autumn coats, summer dresses.

After a while, the box was full.

Wang Rui only has two sets of clothes in summer, and only two sets of padded jackets in winter, which are full of patches.

And a suitcase full of more clothes than she's ever worn in her life.

"By the way, do you have any socks? Cotton socks and towel socks. When the heating is heated in winter, you can run barefoot on the floor, which is very 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, but it was too hot, and the heat rushed to my eyes."

"Is that so..."

Han Jiaojiao suppressed a smile.

In the orphanage, she would do the same when well-meaning organizations sent welfare.

I can't say I was very moved, but I just felt like I was missed and not abandoned.

Han Jiaojiao found a few pairs of towel socks from the new socks and stuffed them into the box together.

"You are still studying. Before the second brother's house, there were only the old couple, and there were no children's things. The stationery must not be complete. Just wait for me."

Han Jiaojiao went into the cloakroom again.

This room was changed by her.

It is not a load-bearing wall, so the wall was opened up, the convenience of the next door was compressed, and a simple multi-functional study room was made.

The remaining space is used for this cloakroom.

Han Jiaojiao hid inside, stretched her hands into the space, picked up a lot of stationery, and came out with a large pile of things.

Wang Rui almost died of fright, and ran over to pick it up.

"Hey, why are there so many things!"

Wang Rui threw the notebooks on the bed, a long stack of notebooks took up half of the bed.

"5 hard-covered books, 5 soft-sided copybooks, 2 large-sized wrong-examination books, 10 English books, and 20 draft books. If you work hard, you can't use them up in half a year."

Wang Rui's notebooks are all patchwork and bound together.

It was the first time she saw so many such good books, and she kept reading them foolishly.

"There are also these, two pens, a box of signature pens, 1 mechanical pencil, this is the pencil lead, and 3 colored markers, 2 boxes of correction fluid and 3 erasers. I think these are enough."