"Then tell me, if you take Xiaohan back, what kind of life can you give her?"
"Who can take care of her during the confinement period?"
“Can I eat eggs and chicken soup as I want?”
"Can Luo Jianying be nice to her?"
"Can your family promise not to make her angry?"
"You dare to say that if you let her go back, you can make her do nothing?"
"Look at the clothes Xiaohan is wearing." Qian Yan pulled Jiang Jinghan to her side. "The style is old-fashioned and I don't know how many times it has been washed. Who doesn't love beauty among young girls these days? She doesn't have beautiful clothes, even basic ones.
There are no skin care products.”
"Xiaohan is only twenty-seven years old this year. She obviously has a good job, but she has no money. She can't even think about buying anything she likes. You, the Liu family, have sucked up all her money."
"What are your intentions in taking her back?"
Qian Yan grabbed Liu Wenbin's collar and pulled off his clothes, causing him pain, but she couldn't get away: "This is this year's new model, it is said that Luo Jianying allocates the food and clothing expenses for your family.
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"Do you really care about Xiaohan? Then why can you watch her suffer so much and be bullied by your parents?"
"Obviously she is only twenty-seven years old, but she dresses up to look ten years older. She can't even wear two sets of clothes."
"She has a teaching job just like you," Qian Yan pulled Jiang Jinghan's hand out. "Look at her hands. When I was at my parents' home, I couldn't bear to let her do too heavy a job. How can you do this?
After returning home, will her hands become so rough?"
Liu Wenbin is still quibbling: "There must be someone at home to do some trivial things, and everything can't fall on my mother's head."
Qian Yan grabbed Liu Wenbin's hand, opened his palm, and slapped it upward hard, causing Liu Wenbin to scream, and the pain made him glare at Qian Yan angrily.
"Your hands are white and clean, not rough at all. You feel sorry for your mother, why don't you share more of the housework? Why did you only remember to feel sorry for your mother and ask Xiaohan to help share the housework only after Xiaohan married into your family?"
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Jiang Jinghan stared blankly at her and Liu Wenbin's hands. Nowadays, the equipment in class is relatively complete. It is no longer the era of only using chalk, and the teacher can be regarded as having a lot of hands free.
Even though Liu Wenbin often plays basketball, his hands are really much prettier than hers.
Thinking about it, in the past few years of marriage, Liu Wenbin has really never done any housework, let alone farm work.
Every time she had a conflict with Luo Jianying, Liu Wenbin always asked her to be more patient. It was not easy for his mother to raise him. It was nothing to give in as a junior, and it was nothing to do more work.
Jiang Jinghan suddenly laughed, with tears in her eyes.
Liu Wenbin always speaks so nicely, but she is the only one who makes all kinds of concessions and shares all kinds of housework.
What about him?
When I come back from get off work every day, I don't have to do any housework at all, or I just write lesson plans as an excuse.
Why was she so willing in the past and even comforted herself that her parents-in-law were not very good, but Liu Wenbin was pretty good to her.
Some things really can't bear to be thought about deeply.
Liu Wenbin stood speechless, feeling very upset.
He felt that he couldn't argue with Qian Yan, so he had to look at Jiang Jinghan: "Xiaohan, are you going back or not? Do you really want to live here forever?"
"The two of us live our lives together, Xiaohan, you have to figure it out yourself." Liu Wenbin saw Jiang Jinghan burying her head and didn't think the other party would really stay in the Jiang family forever. "There must be a limit to any willful nonsense..."
"That's enough!" Jiang Jinghan suddenly raised her head and raised her voice, "Liu Wenbin, that's enough."