My scumbag sister stole my husband? I'm a scumbag and married my cowardly brother-in-law

"Keep your word!" he said.

Wen Wan continued, "Then if I want to go to college, you won't stop me?"

Wen Wan regretted saying this. The college entrance examination would not be resumed for another year, so it would be too strange to say this now.

Fortunately, Xie Changqing didn't think too much about it and agreed directly, "No!"

Wen Wan: ...

Just agreed?

This man is too easy to talk to.

On second thought, I feel it is understandable. After all, he is not good enough, so he has to marry a wife to cover up his incompetence.

My conditions are already like this, what else do I want from you? Don’t you have to agree to everything?

But it does not affect some men who regard agreeing to everything as a means of achieving their goals. After all, they are best at swearing, making promises and making promises.

First the villain and then the gentleman, Wen Wan took out a pen and paper from the cloth bag, put them on the bicycle seat, and wrote a letter of guarantee that after marriage, Comrade Wen Wan would never be forced to do farm work and would never be interfered with in his life choices.

Xie Changqing took the paper with a bad look on his face. After taking a glance at it, although his brows were knitted, he still took the pen and signed happily.

To be on the safe side, Wen Wan grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the post office, where she borrowed ink from the staff.

Afraid that grabbing his hand would cause him to feel disgusted, Wen Wan let go of his hand and signaled him to do it himself.

Unexpectedly, this guy's eyes were still on the arm that was photographed. When he looked at her, his eyes became even colder. Strangely, the tips of his ears turned red.

After sending the things, Xie Changqing said, "You go shopping first. I'll go to the construction site and ask for leave and then come to see you."

It was naturally no problem for Wen Wan to not have to walk back.

Besides, why would Xie Changqing, who has no car loan, no mortgage, and no offspring, do so much work to earn so much money? He might as well take a rest.

In the 1970s, there was a shortage of supplies, and there were few things to buy. They were all very similar and lacked aesthetic taste.

Even so, Wen Wan still had to make two new sets of clothes. Firstly, she was getting married soon, and secondly, the clothes she was wearing were very old and her butt would be exposed if she wore them again.

In later generations, it was very embarrassing to wear the same clothes as others on the street, but in this era there was no such embarrassment at all, because all tailors only made one or two styles of clothes, and everyone wore the same thing.

Even if she couldn't accept it, Wen Wan had to bite the bullet and make two sets of clothes that were the same as everyone else, because in this era, dressing outstandingly was a crime.

Men will think you are deliberately seducing him, and women will think you are deliberately seducing her man.

It wasn't that she was afraid of being scolded, but she felt that arguing with idiots was a waste of life.

Besides, she is an eighteen-year-old beautiful girl, and she looks good in anything she wears.

After entering the cloth shop, Wen Wan realized how naive she was. In this era, not only were the styles of clothes the same, but even the fabrics only came in a few colors and styles. They were either patterned like bed sheets or plain like tablecloths. There was no choice at all.

Just as I was debating whether to choose floral fabric or white cotton fabric, a shadow was cast from the side.

Wen Wan turned her head and saw that it was Xie Changqing.

When she looked up, Wen Wan discovered that Xie Changqing was a whole head taller than her, at least 1.88 meters tall if not 1.9 meters.

The light gathered above his head, creating a warm yellow halo, which finally made his face look less cold.

"Take both!" he said.

"..." Wen Wan responded after a while, "No, just buy one."

Xie Changqing found it strange. He remembered when his eldest brother and sister-in-law got married, his eldest sister-in-law wanted to make ten or eight new sets of clothes, and if he didn't give them, she would get angry and say she didn't want to marry him.

Yes, parents who are willing to marry their daughter to him probably don’t value her. She is just like my younger sister, who never dares to ask for anything, and even if she is given something by others, she dare not ask for more, but she is extremely happy when she really gets it.

She should be the same. Thinking of this, Xie Changqing felt a little distressed.

Xie Changqing sighed helplessly, looked directly at the salesperson and said, "I want both of them."

Wen Wan:?

Does brother’s expression mean that he thinks she is reluctant to spend money?

She simply thinks it doesn't look good, okay?

It is already difficult to choose a relatively acceptable one from two ugly things. Who would have thought that in the end you would not even have the right to choose.

Not only did she not have the right to choose, Xie Changqing even made the decisions for her.

"This piece, this piece, and this piece, and cut each into the size of a suit."

Wen Wan looked at the places his hand had pointed at one by one, her head buzzing. She wondered if this guy's aesthetic sense was dead.

If this fabric were made into a uniform style, young girls would instantly turn into old ladies!

You can’t do that! You can’t do that!

"I appreciate your kindness, but I only need this piece of white cotton cloth. I really don't need anything else."

"you sure?"

"..." Wen Wan almost cried, "I'm sure!"

Wen Wan had a pure face, and her voice was soft and sticky with a slightly helpless tone, which made her sound like she was acting like a spoiled child. The worst thing was that there were some tears in her beautiful eyes.

Xie Changqing couldn't quite understand her reaction. She clearly didn't say a single harsh word, and even tried to control her tone of voice, so why was she crying?

It looks like he is bullying the little girl.

After a long while, Xie Changqing turned his head uncomfortably and coughed lightly, then said calmly, "I just asked my boss for my salary, and the money is enough."

Wen Wan was stunned. She had lived for decades in her previous life, and only men had spent her money. She had never spent men's money. Suddenly, she wanted to try what it felt like.

"Are you sure that's enough?"

"Yeah!" Xie Changqing's face turned cold again.

"Now that's enough, let's go directly to the mall to buy ready-made clothes!"

No matter if she will be scolded or not, she will dress outstandingly. If she is not convinced, come and fight her. She has never been afraid of anyone.

The clothes in the mall are nice-looking, but they are also really expensive. In an era when pork only cost 70 or 80 cents a pound and many people could not afford it, a piece of clothing costing 20 or 30 yuan was simply too expensive.

If I remember correctly, Xie Changqing was working as a bricklayer in the town at that time, and he earned his money through hard work.

Xie Changqing didn't feel sorry for Wen Wan but was too embarrassed to splurge, so he bought her a set that he considered good, and also bought some cotton, linen and woolen fabrics at the mall.

Xu Fengqin has a sewing machine, so she goes home and makes two more sets of clothes, which are enough for her to wear.

Who knew that when I got home I would see a good show.

Wen Ya was seen holding her right wrist with her left hand and raising her bloody right hand. Perhaps it was too painful, beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping down her forehead.