Lin Jingxiang hurriedly adjusted her mood and sat back on the bed.

Pushing the door in, it was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen, his face was still a little immature, and Rao couldn't stop the heroic spirit emanating from his eyebrows.

She knew him, he was Rothmin's cousin and An Yanxi's own brother.

Call! Heaven bless her to be reborn as someone she knew. It's not like you're in the dark, and you don't know who you are.

An Ping saw An Yanxi sitting on the edge of the bed, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, he immediately rushed over, and grabbed her shoulders tightly with both hands, "Sister, you finally woke up!" Great, that mean woman is going to be finished, let's go downstairs together and tell the truth. ”

Hearing this, An Yanxi was stunned for a moment, it was bad, although she knew the identity and background of this body, but she didn't know anything about what happened to her.

An Yanxi pulled the corners of her mouth forcefully, suppressing the panic in her heart, "What's wrong?" ”

An Ping angrily told the story one by one.

It turned out that "An Yanxi" was killed by someone like her, but she was pushed downstairs by her father's "mistress" and woke up from a coma for four days, and she was killed by her own sister and fiancé......

She must have died with hatred.

"Anping, I just woke up, and my thoughts are still very chaotic. You go out first, and I'll make it clear to my dad another day. ”

An Yanxi wanted to take An Ping away, but then she learned something from An Ping'an that shocked and annoyed her even more.

The wedding of Rosmin and Lin Jingling took place two years ago.

Their wedding, she will definitely attend!

Two hours later.

Anjia's luxury car slowly stops outside the door of the city's most famous hotel.

An Yanxi wore a small bandeau black dress, outlining her perfect figure, she wore exquisite makeup, and walked into the wedding hall with a light smile.

She quickly looked around, and when her eyes touched the projector in the corner, the curvature of her lips gradually widened, with a hint of intrigue.

The wedding soon began, and Lin Jingling slowly walked towards Rosmin standing on the stage under the envious or jealous gazes of everyone.

An Yanxi sat in an inconspicuous position but could just see the situation on the stage, she pursed her red lips, and the hands on her side clenched hard, and her knuckles were pale and she didn't want to let go.

The wedding dress was just a week before she died, and Lin Jingling had just helped her choose. Now that I think about it, she was completely in the mindset of choosing a wedding dress for herself, and it was definitely not her.

Hatred rolled in again, and a small face twisted together with anger, but now everyone was looking at the newcomer on the stage, and no one noticed the change in her.

Except for a man sitting in the first row of the audience, he was looking at her with playful eyes, the man's appearance could almost be called perfect, flowing black hair, deep and delicate eyebrows, high lips and thin lips.

And this face is known to everyone in this city, the only son of the Cheng family - Cheng Liting!

He sat diagonally across from An Yanxi, taking in all the emotions on her face. Let him think it was a boring wedding, and he saw a very interesting picture.

Cheng Liting took a sip of the red wine in the glass, his narrow eyes narrowed, this woman should be the peach blossom debt that Rosmin caused outside, this resentful little appearance made him think of a word directly.

- Smashing the field.

When the screen that was supposed to play the history of the newlywed's love was a photo of the groom and another woman, Cheng Liting was more sure of what he thought, and at the same time became inexplicably curious about this woman.

The wedding scene became noisy because of this sudden change.