Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses, looked at the third aunt, and nodded to each other. They got the advantage with this division, as the cotton-padded jacket must have more fabric than the single clothes, and besides, they couldn't force their daughter-in-law into a corner.
"Okay, we agreed before, so we can't break the contract. Let's do as my daughter-in-law says."
The third aunt quickly picked up the cotton-padded jacket and a piece of clothing and held them in her arms. "I'll take the cotton-padded jacket. I'll bring the cotton to you after I unpack it."
Yan Jiecheng wanted to say something, but Yu Li had already nodded. The third aunt ignored him and left with the clothes. The third uncle said a few polite words and hurried away with a satisfied smile.
"Oh, wife, why don't you try harder? You are the one doing all that work." Yan Jiecheng turned to Yu Li and complained.
Yu Li glared at him, "You are the man, you rely on a woman like me for everything, and you still have the nerve to complain?!"
“Gah.”
Yan Jiecheng was choked and speechless, and turned his head away guiltily. He is such a man who is willing to accept advice.
"sleep!"
Yu Li became even angrier when she saw how cowardly he looked. She pulled the quilt over him and snorted coldly.
Yan Jiecheng didn't say a word. He turned off the lights, got into bed, and reached out to hug Yu Li.
But Yu Li already knew what a real man's arm was like. Feeling the slender arm around her waist, she became even more annoyed and slapped it away.
She sighed in her heart, wondering why she was so blind to fall for such a thing. A grown man without any opinion of his own. He was smart but had no real ability. His body was not good and he died before he could count to ten. If she had married Li Qinghe...
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, go to sleep quickly.
Yu Li tightened her legs and forced herself to fall asleep.
Yan Jiecheng knew that Yu Li was in a bad mood and withdrew his hand helplessly.
Alas...my wife is too angry today.
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