When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the time when she first wore a book, and Chen Nuansheng intensified her bullying and wronging the original owner.

It's just that this time is different from the last time, this time she is no longer a bystander, the original consciousness of this body seems to have merged with her, and the original emotions have a lot of influence on her.

She almost certainly said that she was the original owner, and the original owner was her, although she didn't know how this consciousness came about.

That's why I obviously didn't want to deal with them, but when I heard this, I couldn't help but want to refute them.

But since she doesn't have to follow the plot anymore, she naturally won't have expectations for the so-called family.

Thinking about the next progress, Yu Li didn't really want to get involved in these things, so he still worked hard to make money and didn't want to be led, and salted fish into a little cutie in the plot.

Yes, that's right.

So Pear Pear is not angry, Pear Pear is not angry.

Ma Ma once told her that she couldn't be like a fool.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy standing at the door, pushing the door in.

The man's contours and eyebrows are somewhat similar to Yu Li's, but compared to Yu Li's soft cuteness, there is a bit of a rebellious atmosphere, the black hair is slightly drooping, a few drops of water are dripping down, and the shoulders are also wet by the rain, and the color of the fabric has become a little darker.

This is her twin brother, Jiang Yan.

Her parents divorced, except for her who followed her mother and her mother's surname, the other two brothers and one younger brother were in the Jiang family.

Later, she was also brought back to the Jiang family because of her mother's death and her mother's superb relatives treated her harshly, not long to be precise, not to mention that there was a Chen Nuansheng who was a hindrance, so she was not familiar with them.

Jiang Shen had just come back from outside, carrying a delicately packaged gift box in his hand, and when he saw the girl standing at the door, he was slightly stunned at first.

The little girl is completely different from her previous exaggerated painting style, with a plain nightdress, shoulder-length short hair, and a fair little baby fat face, looking soft and cute, people can't help but want to pinch it.

But then, thinking of what Yu Li did, Jiang Yan's brows furrowed, the young man was still in a period full of his so-called 'sense of justice' at the moment, his tone was not good, and he subconsciously spoke, "What are you doing again?" ”

The little girl looked up at her little round face that was a little similar to him, turned her head to look at the seven or eight people centered on Chen Nuansheng, and then looked at the Jiang Yan in front of her who looked like you were bullying people again.

After enduring it or not, the little girl's voice was sweet and crisp, "Oh, then what can I do according to you?" ”

This little arm and little leg, if she can fight, she will rush up, can she still listen to this here? Affected by this?

"Damn, you dropped Shengsheng's things, are you embarrassed to be innocent over there? Really step on the horse, your mother......" Tang Yue couldn't help but speak first, but she paused halfway through this.

Obviously, I remembered that Yu Li and Jiang Ember were the same mother, and when they scolded like this, they even scolded Jiang Ember together, and they couldn't help but get stuck.

Chen Nuansheng also raised his hand and pulled Tang Yue's clothes, and then stood up, "Xiao Yan, you're back, it's raining a lot outside, right?" I'll ask Aunt Man to make you a cup of ginger tea to warm up, you go change your clothes and take a shower first. ”

Jiang Shen didn't move, and looked at Yu Li with a pair of unruly eyes, "You haven't apologized for dropping Sister Shengsheng's things?" ”

The corners of his eyes rose slightly, but the same eye shape was different from Yu Li's.

Yu Li's temper is not very good, especially when she is misunderstood by such repeated judgments.

The soft white fingertips pinched the handle of the cup back and forth, and the tone was soft and cool, "It's not something I dropped, I don't apologize." ”