After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

Jiang Yi and Song Rao made an appointment to meet at a coffee shop. He came late, but Zeng Ying arrived first.

"Your grandma's case is going to trial, and the lawyer needs to talk to you."

"Okay." Zeng Ying nodded obediently.

Her attire today is not the same as that day. She doesn't wear heavy makeup, she doesn't wear more exaggerated clothes, she wears more casual clothes.

"Sister Jiang Yi, Mr. Gong told me to do something before. Is this important? I'm afraid I'll screw it up for you."

"I won't screw it up. Someone will cooperate with you at that time, so you should do me a little favor."

"I'll definitely cooperate well! That lawyer's fee..."

Song Rao's figure appeared at the door, Zeng Ying followed Jiang Yi's gaze, but did not continue to speak.

He was wearing a decent suit, tall and tall, and looked elegant. Although he wears glasses, it is difficult to hide his handsome appearance, and there is an indescribable nobleness.

"This lawyer is so handsome."

Zeng Ying sat beside Jiang Yi and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

"Hello, Ms. Jiang."

"..."

Song Rao saw Jiang Yi's cold face and did not speak. He stood at the table and politely extended his right hand, expressing that he wanted to shake hands with her.

"sit down."

Jiang Yi said coldly that he had no intention of getting up at all.

Seeing the same face as Qin Jinchen, Jiang Yi was a little irritable, and then when she heard Song Rao address her, she wanted to kill this guy on the spot.

Song Rao didn't feel embarrassed at all, so he retracted his hand naturally, sat down opposite, and put a few documents on the table, "Is this Miss Zeng Ying? I heard that your father used to gamble and sell women. Can you provide relevant evidence? Such as photos, call records, etc."

"I don't have a photo, but I know where my dad gambled. There should be a call record. He called me before and asked me to go home to help him pay off his debt and marry that creditor."

"Is there any act of forcing you to marry?"

"Yes, he tied me up before and wanted to send me to the man's house. Fortunately, my grandma saved me."

Song Rao was mainly communicating with Zeng Ying. Jiang Yi didn't speak the whole time, and watched him silently. The more he looked, the more he felt that the face was Qin Jinchen.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Jiang Yi suddenly stood up. When she was walking towards the bathroom, Song Rao, who was talking to Zeng Ying, stopped and looked at the back of her leaving with a little deep light.

When Jiang Yi came back, Song Rao and Zeng Ying were almost done talking.

Jiang Yi said politely, "Trouble lawyer Song, I'll treat you to dinner when the case is over."

"That's my job."

He responded with a light smile, elegant and polite, but quite different from that moody guy Qin Jinchen.

"If Miss Zeng can get the evidence, please pass it to me, Ms. Jiang. I still have classes at school, so I'll go first."

Every time he heard Song Rao's name, Jiang Yi couldn't help frowning.

She and Zeng Ying are only two years apart. How can Zeng Ying be Miss Zeng and she is Miss Jiang?

Jiang Yi was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Seeing that Jiang Yi didn't speak, Song Rao got up and was about to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he ran into the waiter who came to deliver the meal, and the dining car hit Song Rao's leg directly.

"I'm sorry, sir, are you alright?!"

"fine."

Song Rao said indifferently, bypassing the dining car and leaving. Jiang Yi kept staring at his back, and saw that he was slammed by the dining car. There was no change in his walking posture, so he probably didn't feel much pain.

That leg is fine.

The waiter's hit was very heavy, and Jiang Yi just gave him 500 yuan, just to test Song Rao.

Xiao Yi once said about Qin Jinchen's situation. He found many well-known orthopedic surgeons abroad, but it was useless after many surgeries. If you can stand up one day, there will be sequelae on the legs, which are not as intact as normal people.

Is it really not him?

Jiang Yi frowned, and there was a bit of doubt in his deep and cold apricot eyes.