"Poof!" With a sound, Song Xixi fell to the ground firmly, endured the pain, gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, the first thought was who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Looking at the surrounding situation, what is the situation? This small dilapidated house, accompanied by a few broken furniture, is really a home with four walls!

Rubbing her ass, she just remembered going to a company event and then the plane crashed.

Khan, Song Xixi looked at herself, realized that the dress was not hers, a skirt, and felt that something was wrapped around her neck, her little hand touched her neck, hemp rope??

Subconsciously looked up at the beam, there was another half of it hanging, and there was a bench underground, a typical suicide scene!

Song Xixi was stunned, and slowly accepted the fact,-- she had "died", but now she has traveled back to ancient times.

Although she likes to watch ancient dramas, it doesn't mean that she likes to be crossed!

Song Xixi's attention was on her hand, this little hand was slender and white, and she exhaled a long breath, at least, she didn't become an old man, a woman or anything like that.

It seems that she was really reborn in the wrong person at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

A scream shattered Song Xixi's reverie: "Oh my God! Miss, what are you doing? Seeing Song Xixi holding the hemp rope, the little girl rushed over and hugged Song Xixi, crying: "Are you spending Huan'er just to kill yourself?" Miss, why are you so stupid! ”

She took a long breath and told herself to be calm, judging from the words of this little girl, first, her reborn identity is a young lady, and second, this girl should serve the original owner.

She finally had a smile on her face, although she was not a princess, she was very good, and it was good to be a young lady, but as for how this girl was dressed in such tatters, she had no time to care.

Song Xixi cleared his throat and said awkwardly: "Okay, okay, don't cry, don't you see I'm okay now?" ”

At the same time, recall what Xiao Yahuan just said, Huan'er? Yes, she said, her name is Huan'er.

Song Xixi pulled the clothes on her body, to be honest, she was really uncomfortable to wear, she looked at the little girl, and said lightly: "Well, Huan'er, this is ...... Where? ”

Huan'er's eyes widened: "Miss, what's wrong with you?" This is our home! ”

Song Xixi lamented in her heart: Living in this kind of place, this young lady is not interesting.

Huan'er looked at her young lady worriedly, how in a blink of an eye, the young lady seemed to have changed as a person, there was no melancholy feeling between her eyebrows and eyes, and her waist was straighter, especially the aura around her body, she was no longer afraid of cowering, but full of confidence.

Song Xixi looked around at the furnishings in the room, and finally looked at a broken mirror on the table, she looked at this face carefully: a palm-sized melon seed face, willow eyebrows, a pair of eyes under the eyebrows are as smooth as black jade, a small nose, and delicate lips, this standard is a delicate little beauty.

God didn't treat her badly, poor is poor, but she is indeed a beautiful embryo. Scratching his head, he said embarrassedly: "That, I'...... I feel like I've just hit my head, and I can't remember what happened, who am I? ‘’

Huan'er looked at her young lady with a bitter expression: "Miss, you really can't remember?" ‘’