"Dead girl, I'll let you play dead!"

The noisy sound and the screaming cicadas woke Ye Chujie up, and the rich smell of sweat came to her face, and she opened her eyes to see a man with a meaty face carrying the back of her fateful neck and slapping her like a fan.

Ye Chujie looked dazed.

Didn't she drive a Maserati with a failed brake into the river to save herself, and Ye Chuxiu beeped in her ear and disgusted her to death?

What the hell is this now, and how does she think she has seen this scene somewhere?

The danger was imminent, and Ye Chujie couldn't calm down for a while to search for her memory.

She clenched her fists and smashed her fist into the tower's injured right eye with all her strength, stepped on his gauze-wrapped left foot, and crushed it hard, giving him a worse meal.

The iron tower is like a toad that has been run over by a Dongfeng heavy truck, holding his feet with one hand and covering his eyes with the other to curse Ye Chujie's eighteenth generation ancestor.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ye Chujie caught a glimpse of the carriage on the right crowded with people, the carriage on the left was empty, and there was a force guiding her in the dark, and she ran to the carriage on the left.

After a while, Ye Chujie heard the footsteps behind her, and turned around to see the iron tower staggering after her.

She gasped like a dog, and her head was getting dizzier and dizzier, and if she ran again, she was afraid that she would confess here......

Ye Chujie tripped over something at her feet, she wanted to make a 360° turn in the air gracefully, landed steadily, and her body without fit fell clumsily to the lower bunk next to her like a bear pounced, and her mouth was fortunately stuck to the right face of the passenger on the sleeper.

The air is honey and quiet.

The moment Ye Chujie and the passenger looked at each other, she saw the doubt, anger, forbearance, and indescribable emotions in the man's eyes, and also saw two chubby faces, a familiar red plaid shirt, and a blood stain on the right forehead that snaked from the face to the corner of the mouth, which had dried up.

That's my eighteen-year-old self!

Lu Jingbei's strength was used to resist the headache, and he didn't have the extra strength to push Ye Chujie, so he could only stare dryly.

"Da Da Da!" The footsteps were close at hand, and Ye Chujie hurriedly pulled up the quilt in the man's hand and covered herself.

Lu Jingbei......

The veins on his forehead jumped violently, and the headache was more fierce than any other attack.

Ye Chujie vaguely felt that the young man in front of her who was about to be angry with herself was a little kind?

The footsteps of the iron tower were far away, Ye Chujie's courage was strengthened, she propped herself up and looked at the young man carefully, and found that he looked like the dog man in Lu Jingbei?

Lu Jingbei is Ye Chuxiu's backstage, the peak that she can't surpass no matter how hard she tries, and the starting point of her nightmare, making her life struggle in pain and shadows.

She remembered that when she operated on Lu Jingbei, she saw him for the first time, when he was already 35 years old, and now Lu Jingbei is in his early 20s at most......

The beads of sweat on his forehead and the distorted expression on his face showed that the unbearable headache of ordinary people was destroying his body and will again, and Ye Chujie was very happy.

She took out the half-exposed medicine bottle under the pillow, opened it and sniffed it, and threw the medicine bottle out of the window under Lu Jingbei's expectant gaze.

Lu Jingbei......

He gritted his teeth and swore that if he relented, he would strangle this woman!

I am young, and I suspect that Lu Jingbei is young, what is happening now seems familiar, and Ye Chujie, who has experienced the poison of the Internet, seems to understand something......

Worried that the tower would not find her way back, she maintained that posture and tried to search for evidence to support her judgment.