My wife is very drunk

Chapter 668 What Type Does My Uncle Like?
Drunk Ai Ai breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that it was just making up for it, nothing else.

Unexpectedly, Wei Wenle continued: "However, since you like it, I will give you more in the future."

Drunk Ai Ai wants to cry, this rose, is there anyone who can give it as a gift.

She rubbed her nose and said awkwardly: "Uncle, you should be 28 this year, right? It seems that you don't have a girlfriend yet. The girls here like you very much. So many people came to me yesterday to ask for your contact." method, or else, let me introduce a few to you."

Wei Wenle replied calmly: "I'm only 27, still young."

27 is still young?
I am a wealthy little widow in my twenties.

Drunk Ai Ai continued: "My uncle is not interested in these people? Then tell me, what kind of people do you like? If you have a chance, if you meet the right one, I will match you up for you?"

Having made the hint so obvious, a fool would know what she meant.

Wei Wenle pondered slightly: "I like you."

He didn't even hint at it.

Drunk Ai Ai was dumbfounded.

It feels like last night's dream is about to come true.

"Ai Ai, didn't you say yesterday that you want to start enjoying life again? Since you can accept other people's pursuits, why don't you try me?" Wei Wenle said.

Drunk Ai Ai was dumbfounded: "But...but you are Wei Xiao's uncle..."

Wei Wenle said seriously: "Yes, I am Wei Xiao's uncle, not your uncle."

Drunk Ai Ai couldn't even take care of the filming, and finally ran away.

Not to mention that she has always firmly believed that Wei Xiao is not dead, with this identity alone, she cannot pass her own test.

In the nanny's car, Bai Tong looked at drunk Ai Ai, watching her rubbing her hair, very upset.

Bai Tong whispered: "Ai Ai, don't worry about it, maybe Wei Wenle was just joking with you."

Drunk Aisi thought for a while before accepting this statement.

Well, assuming that Wei Wenle was purely a joke, I made a fuss.

At night, drunk Ai Ai sat alone in her bedroom.

The wedding photos of her and Wei Xiao still hang on the wall.

It was taken before the two held their wedding, and they even traveled countless places to take pictures.

Drunk Ai Ai looked at those wedding photos and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Sure enough, these photos are reserved for myself as memories.

Stretching out her hand to caress Wei Xiao's handsome face in the photo, she felt sore in her heart.

Wei Xiao, that bastard, why did he put her down like this, without even saying a word, and just disappeared into her world?
Pulling an antique ornament on the bedside table, she ruthlessly threw it at the wedding photo.

The fine blue and white porcelain ornaments were smashed to pieces, and the wedding photo also fell down.

There was too much movement in the bedroom, someone had already reported it to Guan Jia, and Guan Jia hurried over with someone: "Madam, what happened?"

"It's okay." Zui Ai said coldly: "Clean up these things."

Seeing that the servants were cleaning up the mess, she said to Guan Jia: "Also, I will burn all these wedding photos in the castle, so that I don't have to look at them."

Guan Jia was a little hesitant: "Madam, shouldn't these photos be burned? At least they can be used as souvenirs. After all, Mr. has passed away..."

Drunk Ai Ai was upset.

Now, she only wanted to see Wei Xiao, a living person, in front of her, so she didn't want to face a picture of a dead person.

At night, Zui Ai Ai was sleeping on the bed, and in her sleep, she seemed to see Wei Xiao again.

(End of this chapter)