Ruan Shiman smiled and added, "Ah yes! The seventh uncle who has always been a baby seems to be hurting you in the past is said to have obtained the certificate with the actress Yao Miaomiao abroad, I see who saved you this time!

Warrior ......

Uncle Seven......

When he was dying, Ruan Qinghua's mind reflected a cold man in his prime and moonlight, and tears mixed with blood and mud rolled down his eyes.

This is the demon she has been afraid to avoid in her life, and she will wake up even when she dreams, and it is also the man who gives her thousands of favors and infinite indulgence, Zhan Xiaocheng.

He...... Married?

That's right, not to mention that now he is the chief executive of Dizun Group, Asia's largest global financial enterprise, eight years ago, he was also a famous figure in the imperial capital, handsome and cold, unique in the world, how many celebrities in the family dreamed of climbing into his bed.

And Yao Miaomiao is a well-deserved international actress, a national goddess with a fairy spirit in the eyes of the world.

He must be happy now......

Not like her...... When I was with him before, I was reluctant, my heart was on Wei Chaozong, and I was thinking about how to escape from Zhanxiao City every minute.

In the end, he completely pushed away the man who had always regarded her as a treasure in the palm of his hand.

"Uncle Seven......

The last lift of earth covered her miserable and bloody eyes, and with a call in her heart, the last breath was stripped from her life little by little.

That night, Ruan Qinghua died.

The death was terrible.

……

The skin and flesh seemed to be peeled off by a sharp weapon, and Ruan Qinghua let out a painful cry and opened his eyes suddenly.

What caught her eye was a noble lady dressed in a navy blue cheongsam, and the woman was holding a feather duster in her hand, and glared at her impatiently: "Dead girl!" What time is it? Don't get up to cook yet? ”

"Aunt... Auntie, you...... Still alive......"

Ruan Qinghua stared at her like a ghost...... Aunt - Shen Changru.

Aunt... Didn't you die in a car accident three years ago?

"You dead boy! Curse me to death early in the morning! ”

Syllable!

The feather duster was slammed on Ruan Qinghua's thin back, and on his arms, the blood marks on the thin cotton and linen nightdress were clearly visible.

After a slap on his head and face, Ruan Qinghua instinctively dodged, but was shocked when he saw the small room in front of him clearly.

This is the room where she used to live in the Zhan family for a few years......

How could it be......

She had left the war family eight years earlier......

No, that's not the point, the point is ...... Isn't she dead?

Ruan Qinghua jumped out of bed and ran to a mirror, looked at the thin and immature girl in the mirror, and widened her eyes in shock.

The girl in the mirror was no more than sixteen years old, wearing a washed white cotton nightdress, her bare skin was white and tender like a shelled egg, and the criss-crossing blood marks were shocking.

Under the messy long hair, the immature little face with a big palm is thin and pale due to the long-term lack of nutrition, but it gives people a weak poignant.

Ruan Qinghua smiled sadly.

So, she's not dead......

Reborn at the age of sixteen.

......

Aunt Shen Changru was the lover of Zhan Xiaohe, the second master of the Zhan family, who was raised in the outer room, and later gave birth to a dragon and phoenix fetus, sister Zhan Yuqiao, and younger brother Zhan Yujing, before they were allowed to enter the life of the Zhan family.

However, because of Shen Changru's humble background, even if she has a son and a daughter now, outsiders have always called her the second lady of Zhan, and she has no name.