After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

Fortunately, Song Rao responded in a timely manner and grabbed Jiang Yi's ankle. With a little force, he folded his delicate and slender legs forward. There was a slight tearing sound from the long skirt, and his eyes darkened a bit.

Leaning closer, he pressed Jiang Yi and kissed her, his voice hoarse, "Still making trouble? Believe it or not, I took you in the car?"

"Try." She looked at him coldly, with murderous intent.

In the end, Song Rao compromised, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about her.

"I'll take you back to Jiang Mansion first."

Song Rao didn't untangle Jiang Yi's hand, for fear that when he was driving, Jiang Yi would stretch out his hand and kill him.

On the way, Jiang Yi didn't do anything, but her eyes were lowered and her face was expressionless, making her unable to guess what she was thinking.

When she arrived at Jiang Mansion, Song Rao leaned over to help her unfasten her seat belt.

Staring at the bright red lips, he stretched out his hand, wiped the lipstick on the corner of her lips with his fingertips, and muttered helplessly: "I won't hurt you, why don't you believe it?"

Jiang Yi hehe, "You just want to **** me."

Song Rao's expression paused, "What's wrong with the legal couple's act of inheriting the lineage?"

"You're a lawyer yourself. Don't you know that after my husband's death, I can remarry without stopping? Don't make a fuss about me here, and I won't find you if I remarry."

"Then who do you want to marry?" Song Rao casually helped her untie her tie, looking at the red marks on her fair wrists, her eyes were slightly dark, with unspeakable obscurity.

"We've been together for a year, don't you have any affection for me?"

"I don't need the **** love."

Jiang Yi rubbed his aching wrist, looked at Song Rao coldly, and then opened the door and left.

"But I need you."

He murmured softly, staring at the back of Jiang Yi's departure, his eyes were slightly red, and the hand holding the steering wheel gradually tightened.

Jiang Yi thought that the first time they met was a year ago, but it was not.

Six years ago, his legs were broken by his biological father, and he was thrown into a desert island surrounded by "wolves". If he didn't get out of the island alive, he would not be eligible to become a Qin family member.

Everyone thought that he could not leave alive, even he himself knew that he would not survive.

He was lying on the scorching sun on the beach, his legs still wrapped in heavy gauze, and it was difficult to even move.

Some people say that the living person cannot see the sun clearly, only the eyes of the dying person can see the sun clearly through the light.

That time, Qin Jinchen saw the sun clearly, and he stared at the sun for a long time every day, until a pale and delicate face emerged from the dazzling light.

At that time, she still had short hair and was as beautiful as a doll, but her deep apricot eyes always carried a strong killing intent and ill-will. Because she stayed on the deserted island for many days, she was fighting with people, so her body was covered with dust and blood.

"It's actually a broken leg?"

She was very surprised that Qin Jinchen would appear here, then put away the dagger in her hand, turned and left.

Not long afterward, the Qin family came to pick up Qin Jinchen, saying that he was the only one of these trainers who survived on the desert island, and the rest were dead.

This is the training base of the Qin family. Qin Jinchen doesn't know why Jiang Yi is here, but he knows that it must be because the girl killed everyone, so he can spend these days so peacefully.

He originally thought that Jiang Yi was a dead man cultivated by the Qin family. It took him five years to finally obtain the approval of his father Qin Shishao, but he never found any information about Jiang Yi.

Until a year ago, he accidentally bumped into Jiang Yi at the airport and recognized her at a glance.

Suspended death is another plot.

But leaving the inheritance to Jiang Yi is a sincere payment.

He never thought of taking the inheritance back.