Chapter 666: Dead pervert! What are you doing with your hands?
After seeing clearly the face of the person Sikong Jingqiu was holding, Mrs. Sikong's eyes suddenly widened. She stood up from the chair with a trembling body, rushed over in three steps, and grabbed Zi Zhu's arms tightly.
Hand, "Haiyue! You are Haiyue! Are you back?"
Her voice was very excited, and the strength she held on Zi Zhu's arm was not like that of an ancient old man. It was so heavy that Zi Zhu frowned in pain, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Old Mrs. Sikong felt that her strength was too great, and immediately let go, touching Zi Zhu's slightly red hand with distress, "I'm sorry! I scratched you so much! Haiyue, how are you? How about I call you Li?"
The housekeeper called the family doctor to come and take a look at you?"[
As Mrs. Sikong spoke, she started to cry.
She never thought that she would have the chance to see Haiyue again in this life...
Zi Zhu opened her mouth and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Sikong Jingqiu.
He put Jinglue down and said, "Grandma, Haiyue and I still have something to say. Could you please help me take care of Jinglue first?"
"Ah! That's right!" Old Mrs. Sikong wiped her eyes and held Jing Lue's hand, "I almost forgot. You two haven't seen each other for so many years. You must have a lot to say. Go quickly, I will take a good look at Jing Lue.
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Mrs. Sikong waved vigorously as she spoke, urging them to leave.
After Sikong Jingqiu nodded, he took Zi Zhu straight to the bedroom on the third floor.
But Jinglue was very dissatisfied with what Grandma Tai said, "Grandma! I don't want to be with you. I want to go find my mother. I also have a lot to say to my mother!"
Jing Lue said, forcefully breaking away from Mrs. Sikong's hand and running towards the stairs.
Old Mrs. Sikong was nearly ninety years old and her physical strength was not as good as before. Although Jinglue's legs were short, her speed was faster and she also used her hands and feet. Old Mrs. Sikong chased her for a while before intercepting her at the turn of the stairs on the second floor.
Lived him.
"Jing... Jinglue..." Mrs. Sikong was so tired that she was panting. She sat there paralyzed, looking at the little man who was still climbing up, out of breath and said, "Don't... run away again, too much