Jiang Hao has a good drinking capacity, 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 will collapse, let alone a human being.
Jiang Hao was carried back to his new house by several comrades.
"Chief? Chief? Oh, the chief is really drunk. If you think about it, there will be no more trouble in the wedding room. Sister-in-law, you guys have a good rest and we won't disturb you."
"Hey, okay, you go back and pay attention to safety."
After closing the door, it finally became quiet. Qiao Xinwei breathed a sigh of relief. After a whole day of fussing and exhaustion, getting married was really a torturous 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, leaned down and patted his arm and said, "Hey, wake up, you will catch a cold if you sleep on the sofa, hey..."
Jiang Hao didn't react at all. Instead, his long legs hanging outside "fluttered" and hung down.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you can drink, but you can't drink like this." Qiao Xinwei shook her head in disdain, bit her lip, and suddenly raised her foot and kicked him hard on the calf.
Jiang Hao only moved slightly, but still had no reaction.
Qiao Xinwei secretly rejoiced, "I can't carry you, so you can do it yourself." As she said that, she took several cushions from the sofa and stacked them on him one after another, "I'm going to bed, good night."
There was a pair of night lights on the bedside in the bedroom, and the dim warm yellow color revealed a sense of warmth and warmth. From today on, she would live a new life here. When she opened the closet, it was still empty.
There are two boxes, the big black one belongs to Jiang Hao and the small rose red one belongs to her. These are 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 of her belongings. It was too late and she was too tired, so she only took a change of clothes and would organize the rest tomorrow.
The first day of marriage ended like this.
The next morning, it was gray outside the window. The smog in the capital had returned after dissipating for a day, 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 felt uncomfortable. He stretched out, then stretched his arms and rolled off the sofa.
"Uh..." With a painful expression on his face, he slowly climbed up with difficulty, his hands and feet were numb.
Compared to Jiang Hao's embarrassment, Qiao Xinwei was full of energy and was full of energy after sleeping well.
"You just let me sleep here all night last night?" Jiang Hao felt uncomfortable all over, his mood was bad, and his tone of voice was not getting better.
Qiao Xinwei said matter-of-factly: "What can I do if you want to sleep on the sofa? Do you think I can handle you? Have you forgotten what happened last night? I don't think you know how you got back."
What she said was true. Jiang Hao really had no impression at all. He scratched his hair in annoyance and felt 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 see that not only did you forget how to get home, but you also didn't even remember hitting the coffee table, right?"
Jiang Hao frowned, it's okay if he doesn't believe it.
Ho ho ho ho, it was such a joy early in the morning, Qiao Xinwei turned around and snickered silently, she must not confront this man, "I will cook porridge for breakfast, do you want to eat it? If you don't eat, I won't do your share.
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Jiang Hao burped, smelling like wine and feeling uncomfortable in his stomach.
"You drank too much last night. Some porridge will be good for your stomach. I'll make it thinner. Do you want to eat it?"
Jiang Hao nodded, "Eat."
"Well, then I'll make porridge, and you..." Qiao Xinwei looked him up and down with disdain, "Go and clean it up, otherwise this house will be uninhabitable."
"..." Jiang Hao's face darkened. Didn't this make it clear that he was smelly? He took a breath and smelled it. Well, it was indeed smelly enough.