"Joe heart only can you don’t care about anything? ！” Jiang Hao lowered his voice and didn’t want to be heard by the third person. "Today’s wedding is enough to make your face golden, is it enough to make your face grow in the family? If I give you a face, you have to give me a face."
"Face?" Joe looked at him sideways and poked at the pain point. "Don’t you think this wedding is a joke?" In particular, the wonderful story just now was a farce. "
"You …" Jiang Hao blushed and breathed heavily. "Okay, I’ll take it as if you are angry and have a temper. Whoever stands this thing is angry. I’ll give you a chance to vent, but after venting, you have to continue to finish your walk. Come with me. But since Mrs. Jiang has enjoyed the glory of Mrs. Jiang, you have to assume Mrs. Jiang’s responsibility."
Jiang Hao drank a lot, although not as drunk as Shen Lu, but he was also a little tipsy. He put his arm around Joe and pulled her out of the seat strongly.
Qiao Xinwei raised his high-heeled shoes at the tip of his shoes and stepped on them with all his strength.
"Well …" Jiang Hao let out a muffled sound and turned increasingly red.
"I’m sorry, I just mean to say that Mrs. Jiang’s name is one in my eyes even if you don’t like to hear it! Tuo! Dog! Hey! " She particularly emphasized the last few words. After that, she pushed Jiang Hao to take the lead and said to everyone, "Take your time. I’m going to wash my hands."
Looking at her hurried back, Jiang Hao blindsided to hear the word "shit". He directly short-circuited Qiao Xinwei’s vulgar words to form all this. All this money and status piled up. Everything is worthless in her eyes. Pack it again!
Jiang Haoren this tone can be more bitter in his heart. He feels that his chosen wife is less and less like his wife. He is very uncertain …
Chapter 57 Drunk Chief
Chapter 57 Drunk Chief
Jiang Hao is a good drinker, but a good drinker doesn’t have his soldiers coming out of the army. Every soldier has two big brushes and drinks so much wine, even cows will fall down, and even worse, people.
Jiang Hao was carried back to the new house by several comrades.
"Chief? Chief? Oh, chief, if you are really drunk, do the math, and the bridal chamber will not be busy. We won’t bother you if you have a good rest. "
"Well, you go back and pay attention to Ann."
The door was finally quiet, and Joe sighed heavily. He had been busy all day, and getting married was really a torture.
Jiang Hao was lying on the sofa, and when he rolled over, one leg and half of his body moved out of the sofa. He was completely drunk.
"Jiang Hao Jiang Hao" Qiao Xinwei leaned over and patted his arm before he left and said, "Hey, wake up and sleep on the sofa, you will catch cold. Hey …"
Jiang Hao didn’t respond, but his long legs hung outside and "fluttered".
"Tut tut can drink and can’t drink like this." Joe shook his head contemptuously. She bit her lip and suddenly raised her foot and kicked him hard in the calf.
Is Jiang Hao moving slightly or not responding?
Joe’s heart secretly rejoiced, "I can’t carry you on my back." Then she took some cushions on the sofa and stacked them on him in turn. "I’m going to bed. Good night."
There are a pair of night lights on the bed in the bedroom, and the warm yellow reveals a warmth and warmth. From today, she is going to live a new life here. There are two boxes in the closet or swinging next to it. The big black is Jiang Hao, the little rose is her, and this is their own clothes from home.
Qiao Xinwei dragged out the rose red box and put it on the ground. To tell the truth, it was her home. It was too late and people were too tired. She took it for laundry and sorted it out another day.
The first day of marriage ended like this.
The next morning, it was gray outside the window, and the smog in the capital came back after a day of dissipation, and the situation got worse.
Jiang Hao woke up with a severe headache. Not only did he have a headache, but his whole back was uncomfortable. He stretched himself and rolled the sofa all at once.
"Well …" He got up slowly and hard with a painful expression on his face, and his hands and feet were numb.
Compared with Jiang Hao’s mess, Qiao Xinwei is full of energy and full of sleep.
"You let me sleep here last night?" Jiang Hao was in a bad mood and tone.
Joe said naturally, "You have to sleep on the sofa yourself. What can I do? Do you think I can carry you? Have you forgotten everything about last night? I don’t think you know how to come back. "
She was right. Jiang Hao really had no impression at all. He scratched his hair in annoyance and felt that his calf was particularly sore. He lifted trouser legs to see a large piece of Qing Wu in his calf.
Qiao Xinwei also saw her and immediately said, "I think you not only forgot how to get home, but also didn’t remember bumping into the coffee table?"
Jiang Hao frowned and didn’t believe it.
Woo hoo hoo, it’s really fun in the early morning. Qiao Xinwei turned around and silently snickered. He must not be against this man. "Do you want me to cook porridge for breakfast? If you don’t eat, you won’t do your share. "
Jiang Hao burped, but the smell of alcohol made his stomach uncomfortable.
"You drank too much wine last night. It’s good for your stomach to drink some porridge. Shall I cook it thinly?"
Jiang Hao nodded "eat"
"Well, I’ll cook porridge for you …" Joe looked at him contemptuously. "Wash yourself well or the house will be uninhabitable."
"…" Jiang Hao’s face turned black. This is not to say that he stinks. He breathed a sigh of relief. Well, it really stinks.
Chapter 50 He can’t handle her
Chapter 50 He can’t handle her
Even though it’s snowy and foggy outside, enough heating keeps the room warm as spring. Jiang Hao took a shower and changed into a dry vest and slacks, and the whole person was refreshed.
The kitchen is full of porridge fragrance. As he walked, Jiang Hao stared at Joe’s busy back. Once upon a time, he had seen such a scene. A woman was busy and her lover was cooking breakfast. His eyes suddenly flashed and he saw that it was her.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his kneecap "psst …" He bumped into the corner of the tea table and threw himself forward with inertia. A tea table glass fell to the ground and broke.
Hearing the noise, Qiao Xinwei poked her head out to see Jiang Hao crawling on the tea table with indecent posture. Her eyes lit up and she caught the big chief’s embarrassment again. She took the opportunity to quip, "Haven’t you woken up yet? Do you want me to knock your skull again? " With a wave of her hand, she took a spoon and slammed the terrain. "Knock it, you must be awake, and maybe you can get out of your body."
Jiang Hao’s hand straightened up rapidly, and as soon as she disappeared, she was replaced by Qiao Xinwei’s laughing face with a little naughty and a little ridicule.
Qiao Xin just pointed to the "knee pain? Don’t rub it quickly, there will be bruises. "
Jiang Hao put his hands into his pockets on both sides and said casually, "It doesn’t hurt porridge at all, okay?" I’m hungry. "
"Ma Ma" is in great pain, don’t say die, just
Warm morning, hot rice porridge, so two people who don’t know each other sit together, and there is a sound of porridge, and both of them are silent.
Maybe this is fate. They really don’t know each other well. They don’t know each other’s basic situation, personality, temperament and preferences. They even talk about friends, but they become husband and wife.
A ringing bell broke the silence. Jiang Hao put the dishes and chopsticks and picked up the words, "Hey, mom, what’s up early in the morning?"
Jiang Hao is far away. Qiao Xinwei can’t hear her mother-in-law’s voice. She is listening to Jiang Hao saying, "We just got up when we get back later … Mom, these things don’t need you to teach you to stay out of trouble. I’m having breakfast … Mom asked us to go back for dinner later."