My wife is very drunk

Chapter 1390 I'm Not So Weak

The man who had given her warm years died.

He died when he was in his prime.

Was killed in his office.

All the love, hatred, and hatred disappeared with his death, leaving only endless thoughts and sorrows.

Zui Ai stretched out her hand, and tightly clenched her palm.

She can't be too sad.

She must find out the real murderer behind the scenes, avenge Qiao Yunzhong, and clear up her grievances.

Drunk Ai Ai rubbed her red and swollen eyes and got up from the bed.

Pulling on her slippers, she was about to go downstairs when Wei Xiao walked over slowly.

Seeing Zui Ai Ai get up, he was very surprised, quickened his pace, made three steps in two, and walked in front of Zui Ai Ai: "Ai Ai, why are you up?"

He could see that Zui Ai's eyes were red, like a little white rabbit, very pitiful and weak.

But he tried hard not to see this scene, but just hugged her into his arms and rubbed her hair.

Zui Ai said in a muffled voice: "I feel a little hungry, I want to go to the kitchen to see what to eat."

Seeing that she could take the initiative to speak, saying that she wanted to find something to eat, the stone in Wei Xiao's heart suddenly fell.

He was worried at first that drunk Ai Ai would be depressed for a while because she was immersed in the grief of Qiao Yunzhong's death.

But now, she actually took the initiative to say that she wanted to eat.

"Okay, I'll go with you, I'm hungry too." As he said this, he stretched out his hand to hold Zui Ai in his arms, and was hugged by another princess, and went downstairs with Zui Ai in his arms.

Zui Aiai put her arms around his neck and said in a low voice: "Wei Xiao, I'm not so bad, I'm not weak enough to ask you to hug me everywhere."

Wei Xiao chuckled: "You are my wife for a day, and I want to hug you for a day. It has nothing to do with whether you are weak or not."

"Hmm." Drunk Ai Ai sniffed heavily, and rubbed her head against Wei Xiao's shoulder, allowing him to calmly carry herself downstairs.

Zui Ai Ai was really hungry, and Wei Xiao, who had been worrying about Zui Ai Ai just now, didn't have much appetite to eat.

Now, Ai Aiken had eaten, and Wei Xiao was relieved. In the kitchen, he made millet porridge, and the two of them just had a few dishes of pickles and drank a few bowls of millet porridge.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling better?" Wei Xiao asked her.

Drunk Ai Ai leaned against him and said, "It's much better."

She hugged Wei Xiao's arm, leaned on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Just now, I have been sleeping restlessly. When I close my eyes, I always see the figure of big brother swaying in front of my eyes..."

When she said this, her tone was stagnant, and there was obviously a little sobbing sound.

After calming down her tone, she continued: "At first, I already said that I would completely sever ties with the Qiao family and never communicate with each other again, but knowing that he is dead, I am still very sad..."

She glanced at Wei Xiao cautiously, and asked worriedly: "Do you feel that I am useless? Are you actually sad because of his death?"

Wei Xiao slowly shook his head: "It's okay, how to put it, he was the person who took care of you for many years, and he died tragically for no apparent reason. It's normal for you to be sad."

How could he blame Ai Ai.

He would be surprised if Ai Ai remained indifferent to Qiao Yunzhong's death.

After all, the Ai Ai he loves is not the kind of cold-blooded, ruthless and selfish woman.

He hated, only hated that he was deceived and used by this woman Shen Xinci back then, and had been sulking with Ai Ai for so many years. He didn't bring Ai Ai out of Qiao's house earlier, so he gave Qiao Yunzhong the opportunity to be so drunk by Ai Ai's side. For a long time, it occupied an important part of her life.

　I wish you all a happy Mother's Day, happy mothers, and happy mothers who are not mothers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)