After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

"Mr. Jiang, this is my business card." Dana said, "This time, no matter how you deal with it, I will not complain. I just hope to be friends with President Jiang. What will you use in the future? Come to my place, do what you tell me!"

After Fu Chaolin heard about this, he still had a headache how to deal with it. Because they replaced Dana, they still have to spend a lot of time to find someone again and reconnect.

If he doesn't change, Jiang Yi will definitely not be able to explain it.

Fortunately, this Dana was a smart person, and Fu Chaolin said, "Since she knows she is wrong and admits her mistakes with sincerity, why don't she give her another chance."

Dana didn't expect Fu Chaolin to speak for herself, so she looked at Fu Chaolin gratefully.

After a long time, Jiang Yi put down the teacup in his hand.

She took Dana's business card and said with a smile, "You are acquainted, otherwise, today's matter will not be so simple, and you should be more low-key in the future."

"Yes, yes, what you said! I will never dare to be so arrogant again!"

Jiang Yi stood up, "Then I'm fine, you guys keep busy."

Seeing her gone, Dana and Fu Chaolin breathed a sigh of relief.

When Jiang Yi walked out of the conference room, he stopped at the door.

She looked back inside, Dana was greeting Fu Chaolin, and apologized again, saying that she had caused him a lot of trouble, but Fu Chaolin had a good temper and didn't care about her, and the two sides began to talk about work.

The beautiful apricot eyes narrowed slightly, Jiang Yi looked down at the business card in his hand, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but have a smile that was not a smile, and then put the business card away.

Because of the accumulation of a lot of things some time ago, Jiang Yi has been working overtime until after nine o'clock these days.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, there are many tall buildings with lights on.

In the dark night, these lights became more and more lonely and cold.

Jiang Yi was too busy to eat dinner, so she was so hungry now that she somehow remembered the noodles she ate at Song Rao's house that day, and wanted him to cook for her.

It has been a week since the kidnapping.

During this time, Song Rao did not call or send her a message.

Jiang Yi stared at the string of familiar numbers on his phone, and couldn't help but mutter, "You said you like me, why didn't you send me a message?"

She is very insecure and like a hedgehog, wary of everything around her.

Over the years, the only person who broke her guard and allowed her to trust her sincerity was only one.

That is Wenxuan.

This kind of trust has been exchanged for them to live and die together many times.

Jiang Yi didn't really want to like someone because she knew how stubborn she was. If you recognize a person, it can only be that person.

If this love doesn't have a good ending, she doesn't know what she will become.

Perhaps it is falling into the bottomless darkness, and it is impossible to climb out of eternal life.

She felt that she liked Song Rao a little, but she didn't know whether she should like him or not.

After hesitating for a while, he accidentally pressed Song Rao's phone number.

"Hey?"

He was connected right away.

"..."

Jiang Yi didn't speak, she was still wondering whether to hang up or not.

But she felt that hanging up like this seemed like she was very cowardly?

"Jiang Yi." Song Rao's voice was clear and cold, "Speak."

Then she said dully: "I didn't have dinner, I'm so hungry."

"What time is it? Haven't had dinner yet?"

Song Rao said angrily, "Why, do you want me to cook for you?"

Die of laughter, how could he cook for others.

"is it not OK?"

If he doesn't want to, she will kill him tonight!

"Yes, of course."

This **** is his ancestor, where is someone else!