After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

It's not a good idea to fake a miscarriage until you're pregnant.

Because the child is gone, the Qin family has reason to take back the equity in her hands.

A few days later, Jiang Yi asked Zeng Ying for the evidence for the trial, and planned to send it to Song Rao in person.

"Hello, Ms. Jiang."

After dialing the phone, I heard this sentence.

Jiang Yi had the heart to kill him, gritted his teeth and said, "Can you stop calling me Ms. Jiang? I'm 21 years old this year, unmarried, you call me old."

"I learned from Mr. Gong that you have a husband."

"he died."

"That's a married woman, too, and there's nothing wrong with calling me a lady."

"Ha ha."

This guy's ability to anger people is really similar to Qin Jinchen's, but Jiang Yi has no purpose, so he can only bear it, "I got the evidence, where is your home? I'll send it to you."

He said the address and politely said, "I'm sorry, Ms. Jiang."

It is determined that she is a married woman, and she will not change her words in death.

Jiang Yi was so angry that he hung up the phone on the spot.

The next day, Jiang Yi drove alone to the apartment where Song Rao lived.

"The evidence is in there."

Jiang Yi handed Song Rao a document bag, and then carefully looked at the room, the simple and cold tones, and the cleanliness.

"Going out?" She turned her gaze back, and saw Song Rao wearing a well-fitting white shirt and a suit jacket on the sofa.

He nodded, "Going to school later."

When Song Rao was checking the evidence, Jiang Yi leaned lazily on the sofa and looked at her quietly. His gaze was so strong that Song Rao couldn't help but look up at her.

"Ms. Jiang, what's the matter?"

"Did you do this on purpose?" she said displeased. "You know that a little girl like me doesn't like being called a lady, so why do you have to call me that?"

He chuckled, "It's just a polite honorific."

"Don't call me that," she said angrily, sitting up straight.

"Then what should it be called?"

"Just call me by my name."

Song Rao didn't say anything, didn't say if he would call her by name, then lowered his head and continued to look at the evidence.

"Can I borrow the bathroom?"

Jiang Yi asked suddenly, Song Rao nodded, "You can do whatever you want."

The bathroom was in Song Rao's bedroom. Jiang Yi found that he was the only one living in this apartment, and inexplicably felt a lot better. When she came out of the bathroom, she unconsciously touched her lower abdomen.

When leaving, Jiang Yi walked to the door and suddenly turned around and smiled at him, "Lawyer Song, my son likes you very much, and he wants you to be his father."

"Your son? How old is he?" He asked coldly, the eyes behind the lens were uncertain.

"If you want, I'll arrange for you to meet in ten months."

"..."

"Have I told Lawyer Song that you look a lot like my late husband? I think my unborn child will definitely like you very much."

Song Rao pulled the corner of his mouth indifferently, "Ms. Jiang, you don't need to be close to me like this. Since I have received the money, I will do my best to handle Zeng Fangying's case."

Call her lady again!

Jiang Yi's face was not very good, but seeing Song Rao's face that was exactly the same as Qin Jinchen's, she really wanted to make a fool of herself.

"Song Rao, your brother seems to have a congenital heart disease, right? I know a top international doctor who has successfully completed heart transplant operations many times."

Seeing him stunned in place, Jiang Yi smiled and leaned forward, "Would you like me to introduce you to each other? Huh?"

"What are your conditions?"

She wanted to talk in his ear, but found that he was so tall, so she could only tiptoe.

The always cold apricot eyes were covered with a layer of mist, wet and soft and pitiful, "Actually, I am fake pregnancy, can you help me get pregnant?"