My wife is very drunk

Chapter 582 Don't worry if she's not doing well

It seems that such arrogant and domineering words are in line with his usual temperament, and the earlier sensibility is just a glimpse of the rainbow.

In the study, Wei Xiao contacted Jin Ming in China, went to the prison to see Shen Xinci's recent situation, and took a video for him.

He wanted to see how miserable Shen Xinci was in prison.

The trauma between him and Zui Ai Ai cannot be repaired, and only by looking at Shen Xinci's miserable appearance can he regain a little bit of psychological balance.

Such a ruthless woman, back then, at a young age, she dared to ask people to try to destroy drunk Ai Ai, even after many years, she spared no effort to frame Ai Ai time and time again, her hands were stained So much blood.

That wretched old gardener died in her hands, and MG Lin, who was in collusion with her, was also lying in the hospital, unconscious.

She deserved to be in jail, tortured enough.

Jin Ming has always done things neatly, and not long after, he took a video of Shen Xinci.

Shen Xinci in the video is so skinny.

In the past, she used to look so cute and pitiful, as if she would fall down when the wind blows.

That's the way it has fooled countless people.

Now, she is even thinner, her pale face, her chin is so thin that her chin is pointed, and her two big eyes are on this thin face, making her look more and more lifeless. She just leans against the wall, looking at the front with vacant eyes.

It seemed that she was having a very bad time in prison.

She was having a very bad time, Wei Xiao was relieved.

He and Ai Ai have endured so many hardships and narrowly escaped death. If Shen Xinci can still live a good life, God is really blind.

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Cheng Qingshuang's [-]th birthday is coming soon.

Early in the morning, Wei Xiao changed into a bright red Chinese-style Tang suit to pay respects to grandma's birthday. Drunk Ai Ai, of course, followed, and changed into a bright red cheongsam, which was festive and auspicious.

The collateral relatives of the Wei family, together with their contacts in the business and political circles, made it a bustling scene.

The birthday present Wei Xiao prepared was a string of Buddha beads carefully carved by Guanxiang. On the small beads, they were carved in the shape of arhats. One hundred and eight beads are exactly one hundred and eight arhats.

Zui Ai Ai now knows that this Wanxiang is really the favorite thing for people with money, leisure and quality, and a gram of it can cost tens of thousands.

It is said that the price of the most top grade has reached 20 per gram.

Based on this calculation, the string of Buddhist beads that Wei Xiao gave is worth a lot, not counting the processing fee for engraving by a famous teacher.

Grandma looked at this string of Buddhist beads and couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

Everyone went up one by one, presenting gifts, various sounds of birthday wishes, one after another, "Shoubi Nanshan", "Happy Birthday", "Live younger and younger" and other posthumous words can be heard endlessly.

At the banquet, Cheng Qingshuang pulled Zui Ai and Wei Xiao to his side, and introduced them solemnly to all the guests again.

Now, these people from various political circles and business circles know that Zui Ai Ai is the granddaughter-in-law of the Wei family.

After lunch, the guests were invited to the front lawn of the villa.

The stage has been set up here early, obviously as a place for performances.

Sang Qingzi was extraordinarily active today. She was the host of the birthday banquet, and she was busy greeting her.

Although she is only sixteen or seventeen years old, she probably has always been an active member in school. Growing up in such a family, she has seen enough big scenes. She arranges and handles these things with ease.

Drunk Ai Ai sat on a round chair not far away, looked at Sang Qingzi who was busy, and even thought, if this little girl can get rid of her unruly and willful habits, there is something to be learned.

　Ahhh, I'm going crazy, my son is sick again, and it has only stopped for a few days.When doing homework last night, he sneezed at least two hundred times.I hope I don't have a fever this time, it's too tortured.

　　
　
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