Song Xia hadn't figured out his life story until he died in his previous life.

She has been taken away by a mysterious laboratory since she was a child, where there is no blood and no disembowelment, only researchers in white coats and masks with cold and empty eyes.

She grew up in the wealthy Gu family in China, and was born as the eldest daughter of the Gu family, but she did not receive a day of dignity and dignity, she followed her mother's surname, but she abandoned her like a shoe.

She didn't understand why her parents didn't like her, she was sad and sad until she was taken away by the group, and they seemed to have taken something out of her heart, and she didn't feel bad.

They told her you have to laugh, you have to laugh at everyone, and they sent her back.

She would still disappear every once in a while, but no one cared, and her mother even listened to her cousin's provocation and sent her to the countryside, where she passed on to a family.

There, she lived the hardest life, but those people still didn't let her go. Until she wants to escape, she wants to go home.

But he saw that his cousin completely replaced everything he had, was loved by everyone, and lived the happiest life, but she died in a seemingly accidental car accident.

She should hate them, but they deprived her of this ability, but she always remembered that if she did it again, she would take revenge, she would.

It's an obsession engraved in her soul, nothing to do with that heart.

When she woke up again, Song Xia was wrapped in a bandage, and she couldn't see the scene in front of her clearly, but she could hear someone talking about professional words in her ear.

"How long will it take for our president to wake up?" It was a man's voice, sounding about forty or fifty years old.

The doctor looked through the medical record book in his hand, and his voice was a little cautious, "According to the degree of anesthesia, it should be soon." ”

The voices of the two drifted apart, and they seemed to have left the hospital room.

Isn't she dead?

Song Xia clearly remembered that her soul seemed to be hanging in the air, and she was a little glad, at least her corpse was already a little miserable, so at least those people wouldn't do research on herself anymore, right?

Maybe it was because he had slept for a long time, and it took Song Xia a long time to open his eyes, but only his eyeballs could barely move.

A middle-aged man's face suddenly came into Song Xia's sight, with an enlarged smiling face, his eyes full of concern, "President, are you awake?" ”

"I ......" opened the voice with a little hoarse and low, but it was not difficult to hear that it was a boy's voice, not very old.

Am I the President? Reborn once and I became the president?

Song Xia happily accepted the fact that he had become a man, but he just stretched out his still somewhat stiff hand and tightly pulled the hem of the middle-aged man's clothes, struggling to get up, "I..... Am I rich? ”

Middle-aged man, ......can the doctor come back a little bit? Their president seems to have broken his brain.

Even though he was shocked, his good upbringing still made the middle-aged man show a professional smile, "President, after the death of the old lady and the little young master in a car accident, you have inherited all the inheritance, including 68% of the shares of Shengyuan Group, all the real estate in the name of the old lady, and several wineries and farms located abroad......