Married in a flash: the chief's gentle trap

Chapter 57 The Drunk Chief

Jiang Hao's drinking capacity is good, but he is not the only one who has a good drinking capacity. Every soldier who comes out of the army has two big brushes.After drinking so much wine, even a cow would fall, let alone a person.

Jiang Hao was carried back to his new house by several comrades in arms.

"Chief? Chief? Oh, the chief is really drunk. If you do the math, the bridal chamber will stop. Sister-in-law, you have a good rest, and we won't bother you."

"Hey, okay, go back and be safe."

After closing the door, it was finally quiet. Qiao Xinwei let out a heavy sigh of relief. After a whole day of trouble and exhaustion, getting married is really a tormenting thing.

Jiang Hao was lying on the sofa. When he turned over, one leg and half of his body moved out of the sofa. He was completely drunk.

"Jiang Hao, Jiang Hao," Qiao Xinwei stepped forward, bent down and patted his arm and said, "Hey, wake up, you'll catch a cold when you sleep on the sofa, hey..."

Jiang Hao didn't respond at all, instead, the long legs hanging outside "thumped" down.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if you can drink it, you can't drink it like this." Qiao Xinwei shook her head contemptuously, bit her lip, and suddenly raised her foot and kicked him hard on the calf.

Jiang Hao only moved slightly, but still didn't respond.

Qiao Xinwei chuckled inwardly, "I can't carry you, you can do it yourself." Then, she took a few cushions from the sofa and folded them on his body one by one, "I'm going to sleep, good night."

There was a pair of night lights on the bedside in the bedroom, and the dark warm yellow revealed a sense of warmth and warmth. Starting today, she will live a new life here.Pushing open the closet, the inside was still empty, and there were two boxes next to it, the big black one belonged to Jiang Hao, and the small rose red one belonged to her. These were the clothes they each packed from home.

Qiao Xinwei dragged out the rose red box and put it on the ground. To be honest, it contained all her belongings.It was too late and people were too tired, so she just took a change of clothes, and the rest will be tidied up tomorrow.

The first day of the wedding is over.

In the early morning of the next day, it was gray outside the window, and the smog in the capital returned after a day of dissipation, and the situation was getting worse.

Jiang Hao woke up with a severe headache. Not only did he have a headache, but his whole back was uncomfortable. He stretched his waist, but he just stretched his arms and rolled off the sofa.

"Eh..." With a painful expression on his face, he slowly got up with difficulty, his hands and feet were numb.

Compared to Jiang Hao's embarrassment, Qiao Xinwei is full of energy, full of sleep, and energetic.

"You let me sleep here all night last night?" Jiang Hao felt uncomfortable all over, in a bad mood, and his tone couldn't get better.

Qiao Xinwei said as a matter of course: "If you want to sleep on the sofa, what can I do? Do you think I can carry you? You forgot what happened last night? I don't think you know how to get back."

She was right, Jiang Hao really didn't have any impression, he scratched his hair annoyedly, feeling that his calf was particularly sore, he lifted up his trousers, and saw a large black bruise on his calf.

Qiao Xinwei also saw it, and she immediately said, "I think you not only forgot how to get home, but you don't even remember hitting the coffee table, do you?"

Jiang Hao frowned, he couldn't believe it.

Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho, it's such a joyful morning, Qiao Xinwei turned around and sniggered silently, she must not confront this man, "I will cook porridge for breakfast, do you want to eat it? If you don't eat it, you won't do your share. "

Jiang Hao burped, the smell of alcohol was nauseating, and his stomach felt uncomfortable.

"You drank too much wine last night. Drinking some porridge is good for your stomach. I will make it thinner. Do you want to eat it?"

Jiang Hao nodded, "Eat."

"Well, then I'll cook the porridge, you..." Qiao Xinwei looked him up and down contemptuously, "Go and wash it well, otherwise this house will be uninhabitable."

"..." Jiang Hao's face darkened. Didn't it make it clear that he was stinky?