After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

"I care about you? What are you dreaming about?"

Jiang Yi snorted lightly, "By the way, is that photo of my brother still there? Send me a copy."

Speaking of business, Jiang Yi's face became a little dignified.

Those things at the banquet were handled by Song Rao's people, and he also had the photos taken down, so Jiang Yi asked him for it.

Although that photo is very ugly, the only photo of my brother may be an important clue to find my brother.

"In here."

Song Rao handed over a USB flash drive, and when Jiang Yi reached out to take it, he suddenly asked, "Would you be so sad if I died in someone else's hands one day?"

She fell ill several times because of her brother, who was so crazy and out of control, as if he had taken over her whole world. She lived to give Jiang Ru that breath.

Song Rao was very jealous, jealous that the person she pretended to be full of was not herself, even if Jiang Ru was her blood relative.

He thought that it would be good to give him a little bit of this kind of thought.

If she could keep her eyes on him, she would be willing to let him die.

"The scourge has left a thousand years, and a scourge like you can't die."

Jiang Yi put away the USB flash drive and said so.

"Who knows."

He smiled lightly, took off his glasses, his eyelids drooped slightly, the cold and frosty breath faded a little, and when he raised his eyes again, the phoenix eyes were deep and surreal, making it difficult for people to see through his thoughts.

"Jiang Yi, what kind of person is your brother?"

Jiang Yi didn't expect him to ask such a question, but he answered it seriously, "My brother is a very gentle and kind person. If he were still alive, he would be about the same age as me, and he would definitely be the most elegant and graceful gentleman."

"I know someone who is a bit like your brother."

Song Rao had seen the photos in the USB flash drive. The boy in the photo was very embarrassed, but his facial features made him feel familiar.

He had been in contact with that person several times, as Jiang Yi said, gentle and elegant, graceful but not romantic.

"who is it?"

Jiang Yi turned to look at him, leaning forward a little.

Seeing her excited look, Song Rao was a little unhappy, and even regretted saying that.

His brows were heavy and his eyes darkened, "Do you prefer men like that more?"

"Why, I like you the most."

Jiang Yi hooked the corners of his lips, leaned forward, and took the initiative to kiss him.

But Song Rao saw the depths of her eyes, where there was still a thick layer of ice, she smiled lightly, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Yi held his face and slowly rubbed his thin lips with his fingertips. His voice was soft but solemn, "If you can find my brother, I will always be yours."

Song Rao put his hand on the back of her head, and lowered his eyes to cover the deep and obscure possessiveness in his eyes, as well as a touch of madness. He deepened the kiss, and even kissed it very hard.

Those beautiful apricot eyes were wet, her fingertips clutched his suit jacket, panting lightly, but the madness in Song Rao's eyes was even more intense.

He took her from the co-pilot, pressed her on the steering wheel, and kissed her hard.

"No... no more."

Jiang Yi looked at him with tears in his eyes, stretched out his hand to push him, his lips were sore, and he had difficulty breathing.

"Remember what you just said."

The cold phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and Song Rao wiped the lipstick from the corner of her lips with her fingertips.

She opened her beautiful moist eyes and looked at him watery. Then he took his hand, put it to his lips, and licked his fingertips with the tip of his tongue like a kitten.

His throat moved slightly, and his heart stopped for a moment. Looking at the pure and lustful little cold white face, he was obviously trying to seduce him. He quickly put Jiang Yi back in the co-pilot.

I cursed in my heart, little goblin!

"Song Rao."

Jiang Yi called him, his voice was soft, he was kissed hard, and he gasped slightly.

"You haven't told me yet."