"Do you have any objections? The two of us have not been apart for more than twenty years, and now that we are separated, it is not easy for us to be together. What's wrong with me staying with you for a month? Do you really want to kick me out of the house? Jiang Ruolan, don't tell me that once you get married, you start to forget about your brother?"
"Forget your head!" Jiang Ruolan took the tissue box and threw it at Jiang Yijun's head. "Damn brat, where did all this nonsense come from?"
"Then hurry up and drive, I'm going to starve to death!"
Jiang Ruolan: "…"
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At seven in the evening.
Jiang Yijun was sitting comfortably and lazily on the sofa. When the door was opened from outside, he immediately waved politely," President Xian, please don't take offence. I'm going to stay here for a while."
