My wife is very drunk

Chapter 85 Dad may be sentenced to death
In the living room, Zhang Zhilan was still crying, while Qiao Yunzhong was persuading her.

Drunk Ai leaned against the door, feeling more and more frightened.

On the one hand, Zhang Zhilan tried his best to obstruct it, and on the other hand, Wei Xiao insisted on intimidation.

She dared not tell Qiao Yunzhong about such things.

Just facing Zhang Zhilan is already full of resistance, how dare she put Qiao Yunzhong under more pressure?
It wasn't that she wanted to hide something from Qiao Yunzhong.

It was because she didn't want to transfer her conflict and pain to Qiao Yunzhong.

Because of love, so concealed.

How could she let Qiao Yunzhong be humiliated by Wei Xiao because of her own reasons.

Drunk Ai Ai looked at the ring in her hand with a heavy heart.

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Drunk Ai Ai almost didn't sleep all night. In the morning, she stepped out of the house timidly with two panda eyes on her face.

"Ai Ai." Qiao Yunzhong went over, seeing her haggard appearance, feeling a little distressed: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"No." Drunk Ai Aiqiang squeezed a smile out.

"It's because I didn't handle it well, which made you wronged." Qiao Yunzhong stretched out his hand, stroked the shadow on her lower eyelid, and said in a low voice: "Ai Ai, don't worry, I will try my best to talk to mother, and try to bring her back sooner." You leave. Now, I need you to stand bravely by my side and let me know that I am not alone."

Drunk Ai Ai looked at him, feeling extremely conflicted and painful in his heart.

"Mom?" she asked softly.

"She's going to visit her father early in the morning." Qiao Yunzhong sighed helplessly.

Probably Zhang Zhilan saw that crying, making trouble and hanging himself three times did not stop Qiao Yunzhong's determination. She was going to the prison, told Qiao Guangyuan about this, and asked for help.

Is this going to get more people to stop them from being together?
Zui Ai Ai looked at Qiao Yunzhong worriedly.

Qiao Yunzhong understood her worry, and he said softly: "Ai Ai, don't worry, my mother is just a housewife, and her ideas are naturally a bit extreme and stubborn, but my father is different. He will not oppose us, even knowing about this, he will support us and help us persuade mother."

These words made Zui Ai feel more or less at ease.

That's right, Qiao Guangyuan used to be the mayor. He was reasonable and understood righteousness. It was only because of Qiao Ling'er's illness that he became confused for a while, so he did such a wrong thing.

"Come on, let's eat something first." Qiao Yunzhong motioned to her, sat down at the dining table first, and brought her a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat.

Drunk Ai Ai was not in the mood to eat, but looking at Qiao Yunzhong's warm and doting eyes, he looked at her expectantly.

Not wanting to disappoint Qiao Yunzhong, she smiled at Qiao Yunzhong, picked up the porridge in the bowl, and drank it slowly.

Qiao Yunzhong's phone rang, and Qiao Yunzhong went to answer the phone. Hearing Zhang Zhilan's crying on the other end, he frowned: "What? How could this happen?"

An uneasy thought flashed in Zui Ai's heart, she raised her head and looked at Qiao Yunzhong: "What's wrong? Brother?"

The expression on Qiao Yunzhong's face was extremely heavy, revealing a deep seriousness.

He hung up the phone and looked at the drunk Ai Ai: "Mom said that Dad's case has changed again. She said that the investigators have more evidence against him. If it doesn't work, Dad may be sentenced to death..."

"Kuu..." The bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Drunk Ai Ai was shocked by the news and fell down on the chair.

"How did this happen? How did this happen?" She murmured, extremely flustered.

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