Pengcheng, late at night

The black Bentley was just about to leave the Fu Group parking lot, but suddenly stopped at the exit.

The sudden braking action disturbed the man in the back seat with his eyes closed, and a low and displeased voice sounded in the carriage, "What's wrong?" ”

The driver said cautiously: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, it's Miss Zhou again." ”

Fu Jingxing's closed eyes slowly opened, only to see a slender figure standing under the unclear street lamp, she was about ten meters away from the car, standing facing the car, her shawl hair fluttering in the cold wind, her eyes were awe-inspiring.

Through the windshield, he looked at the woman for two seconds, his handsome face was calm, and his voice was indifferent.

"Ignore her and drive straight over."

"Drive over? But she... All right. ”

The driver hesitated slightly, but still obeyed the boss's instructions.

It's just that after the car started, there was no collision, no screaming, nothing happened.

The street scene was regressing, Fu Jingxing glanced in the rearview mirror, and the figure was holding on to the lamp pole, looking frightened.

It seemed that it took a long time before he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, "Contact Pengcheng University and dismiss the female physics lecturer surnamed Zhou." ”

After rewinding the line, he glanced out the window of the car, which had stopped in front of his villa.

It was late at night, but the lights were still bright.

After entering, he went straight to the hostess's bedroom on the second floor.

The long-haired woman in a burgundy nightgown looked at him with a wine glass and a smile, "Congratulations to Mr. Fu on being promoted to the president of the group!" ”

Fu Jingxing approached her expressionlessly, and a document was thrown in front of her, "Sign it." ”

Fu Jingxing's voice without temperature pierced a woman's heart like the four cold big words "divorce agreement" on the document.

The corners of her mouth curled up with a touch of sarcasm, "Why? ”

Fu Jingxing's eyes burst out with disgust that could not be concealed, and he threw several photos of men and women hugging each other intimately on the hotel bed to the woman,

"Zhou Yun, do you think I will still keep a woman with red apricots on the wall?"

The woman named Zhou Yun glanced at those photos, as if she was not surprised, and suddenly smiled coldly, "Lian Anya gave it to you?" ”

Fu Jingxing pursed her lips and was silent, her sharp eyes wanted to see her through.

Zhou Yun drank all the red wine in the cup, but what filled his mouth was not the aroma of wine, but bitterness.

After three years of husband and wife, there was still no trust in each other, and he didn't even ask the reason, so he directly sentenced her to death.

She copied the "divorce agreement" and tore it in half, "You and I both know that we are a commercial marriage, Mr. Fu wants to cross the river and tear down the bridge, and I want to see if Zhou agrees!" ”

"Do you think today's Zhou is still the Zhou three years ago?" Fu Jingxing's cold eyes were full of ridicule and ridicule.

Zhou Yun said provocatively: "There are also 3,000 nails in the broken ship, without the Zhou family, you Fu Jingxing may not be able to sit firmly in the position of the president of the Fu family." ”

"Don't take yourself too seriously!" Fu Jingxing sneered, and his tone was cold, "The Zhou family is not only your daughter, if you can change it for the first time, you can change it for the second time." ”

With that, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Before leaving the bedroom, he threw down his last words, "The lawyer will contact you tomorrow." ”

Accompanied by the sound of the door closing, there was also the sound of glass falling to the floor in the bedroom, but Fu Jingxing's footsteps did not stop, and the back in the suit looked extremely indifferent.

The next day, on the flight from Pengcheng to the imperial capital, as soon as the plane landed, Fu Jingxing received a message from the lawyer, "Zhou Yun refused to sign." ”

He wasn't surprised by this, but there were many ways to get that woman to sign!

He never minded having a useless vase at home, but he would never tolerate a green hat buttoned to the top of his head.

His eyes swept to the wedding ring on his ring finger, and he was about to take it off, but the assistant who hung up the phone on the side looked at him nervously and said, "Mr. Fu, the old man is calling, and his wife has been in a car accident and is being rescued." ”

When Fu Jingxing heard this, he stopped taking off the ring, his eyebrows sank, and he was bitter?

...

Zhou Yun felt that his body was very hot and hot, the fire was blazing, and he couldn't see any exit...

She doesn't want to die, she has a happy family, loving parents and a lovely younger brother, and unfulfilled wishes, she is unwilling!

But in the end, it still fell in a cloud of smoke.

I don't know how long later, her eyes suddenly went blank, and her body was like a wisp of smoke, swept away by the wind.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a white ceiling, and the smell of disinfectant water permeated my nose.

She thought she was rescued, but she was—

"My wife is awake, call the doctor!"

"Madam, Mr. Fu has been informed, and he will be back soon."

"Normal blood pressure and heartbeat, Mrs. Fu, how do you feel?"

Zhou Yun opened her mouth, she didn't seem to be able to find her voice, looking at these strangers, it took a long time to squirm her lips, "I... You guys.. Who is it? ”

There was a hint of surprise in the gentle smile of the servant at the head, and he turned his head to look at the doctor, "Doctor Su, this..."

"Because of the car accident, Mrs. Fu had a concussion, which may cause temporary amnesia."

"What? Transient amnesia? ”

It wasn't until everyone left the room that Zhou Yun stood up and sat up.

The information in the bedside medical record card is correct: Zhou Yun, female, 25 years old.

But instead of being in a car accident, she was trapped in a lab that caught fire.

What the hell is going on?

She looked around the huge hospital room until her eyes swept to her right hand, which was dripping, and her face suddenly turned pale when she saw the tattoo on her wrist.

It's not her hand!

And the "Mrs. Fu" just now, she quickly pulled out the needle, stumbled to the bathroom, and pushed the door in.

In the half-length mirror that catches my eye, it is a woman who can hardly hide her beauty even if she is pale and her head is wrapped in gauze.

Although the bright peach blossom eyes are confused, there is an indescribable charm, and under the straight nose bridge are diamond-shaped lips... The delicate facial features are just right distributed on the goose egg face.

But that's not your own face!!

Soul replacement?

Zhou Yun was frightened by the thoughts that came to her mind. She's a scientist and an atheist, and she never believes in ghosts, but the situation is...

What about the original self? Did they really die in the fire?

Looking at the woman in the mirror again, she seemed to think of something.

Zhou Yun, this woman with the same name and surname as her, she met her at the S Hotel a week ago, when she saw her being pushed down by Lian Anya, the owner of Pengcheng No. 1 Public Relations Company, and he even pulled her.

After a great shock, she suddenly had a splitting headache and collapsed next to the sink.

In the chaos, she heard someone talking to her, but she was powerless to answer.

I don't know how long it took for her to wake up again, and when she opened her eyes in a trance, she met a pair of deep but secretly sharp eyes.

The man's carved and handsome facial features were a stone's throw away from her, and Zhou Yun's heart was shocked, because this was the person who was going to kill her in the parking lot that day - Fu Jingxing, the new president of Fu Group!

Zhou Yun murmured in disbelief, "Why are you?" ”

Fu Jingxing heard it, his eyes were a little colder, "It's not me, who could it be?" Your mistress? ”

Zhou Yun didn't understand the meaning of his words, and only stared at this noble man.

If it weren't for him, his boyfriend wouldn't have died in vain and couldn't find an explanation, and he wouldn't have been fired from college and trapped in a burning lab, let alone these weird things.

She wanted to say something, but Fu Jingxing didn't give her a chance.

"Zhou Yun, I thought you weren't stupid!" There was no sarcasm in his tone, "Hurt yourself and think I won't divorce you?" ”

The word divorce was like a hurricane blowing through Zhou Yun's mind, and her eyes trembled violently.

Unexpectedly, the husband of the owner of this body was actually him!