After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

Jiang Yi worked overtime until 8:30 and just walked out of the company's door when he received a call from Song Rao.

"Baby."

The man's voice was low and clear, inexplicably a little drunk, and when it came through the phone, it seemed more magnetic, which could make one's ears pregnant.

"I'm drunk, can you come pick me up?"

His voice was still soft, like a little animal no one wanted.

Jiang Yi was silent for a while, but still asked, "Where are you?"

"do not know."

The voice was vague, with a bit of laziness.

Jiang Yi was speechless, "Then you die there." Then he hung up the phone.

Song Rao: "..." So ruthless.

He used WeChat to send Jiang Yi his position.

Jiang Yi glanced at it, ignored it at all, and drove back to Jiang's mansion.

Jiang Huifeng was not at home, so he probably went to the hospital to see Jiang Yuxiao.

She went back upstairs to wash up. It was almost 10 o'clock. She was a little tired these days. She left work early today, so Jiang Yi wanted to go to bed earlier.

But as soon as I lay down, the phone rang.

"Why haven't you come to pick me up?"

That voice was so wronged, it was Song Rao.

Jiang Yi was startled and sat up from the bed, "Are you still there?"

"yes."

"You can still text me when you're drunk, won't you take a taxi back by yourself?"

"No, come pick me up."

There is a bit of willfulness in the voice.

"I'm going to bed, I'm not coming."

"Then I'll always be here."

"..."

Jiang Yi lay back on the bed, but she didn't go.

Song Rao is not a fool, can he wait there all night?

It turns out that Song Rao is really a fool.

He was angry and didn't go back.

The restaurant was closed, so he sat on the doorstep and had to wait for Jiang Yi to pick him up.

Two in the morning.

Jiang Yi tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

In the end, he got up and changed his clothes with a face full of irritability, and then drove to the location that Song Rao sent.

The white Volvo was parked at the door, the hotel door was closed, and the dim street lights illuminated the steps, but there was no one on the steps, and the nearby streets were also empty.

Jiang Yi sat in the driver's seat and lit a cigarette, but he snuffed it out before taking a few puffs.

She opened the car door and threw the cigarette into a trash can not far away.

Before leaving, he kicked the trash can and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck!"

Song Rao is not an idiot, she is a **** herself!

She turned and walked towards the Volvo, when suddenly there were light footsteps behind her.

The moment the man approached, out of alertness to the danger, she reflexively shot, but the other party didn't fight back, just dodged, and then pulled her into her arms.

Song Rao hugged her tightly and said nothing.

The tip of the nose is an elegant and indifferent taste, wrapped in the cold wind of early spring, and a faint smell of wine, which is inexplicably intoxicating.

She was mysterious and did not move in his arms.

Song Rao thought she wouldn't come, but he didn't go back, as if he was pissed. If it wasn't until dawn, he might not give up.

Jiang Yi didn't even remember him in Jinghong six years ago, because he was too embarrassed at the time. He was obviously a son of the noble Qin family, but he was deeply immersed in the mud, looking forward to his own death every day.

The sun on the deserted island was scorching hot, but when it shone on him, he could not feel the slightest temperature.

Jiang Yi didn't do anything, or everything she did was not for him, but all this held him up and floated up from hell.

When they met again later, he wanted to catch her so much that they were always **** for tat, and the more he wanted to keep her, the more rebellious she would be aroused.

He didn't even hold out hope for Jiang Yi, if she didn't come, it would be expected.

But Song Rao looked at the thousands of lights in the high-rise community opposite the hotel, from gradually turning on to slowly extinguishing, he couldn't help but have a little fantasy in his heart.

Jiang Yi, if you come, you like me.

Even if I, Qin Jinchen, die without a burial in this life, I can't let you go.