"It's... Who is this? ”

Gao suke watched his boss pick up the woman who was like a female ghost just now into the car, and the whole person was not good.

"The daughter of the Jiang family, let's go to the nearest hospital first."

Lin Yin frowned when he saw that her body was covered with dust and there were abrasions on her hands and arms.

It's been more than a year since they last saw each other.

The girl who dared to lift her father's coming-of-age ceremony in a bright red evening dress is now lying here covered in scars.

The well-behaved and kind child when he was a child has become an arrogant character with teeth and claws, and I don't know if Jiang Jiancheng regrets it now.

The air in the car was about to freeze.

Gao Suke's quality as a senior secretary is still there, and when he retracts his gossip thoughts, he opens his mobile phone to find the address of the nearest hospital.

Linyin wiped the sweat on Jiang Shengjiu's face with a handkerchief, saw the marks of being tied on her wrists and the abrasions on her arms, and took out the standing medicine in the car to help her treat the wounds.

"Check what you passed by on this road today..."Before he finished speaking, he saw that pale little face and frowned slightly, and the rest of the words were not spoken.

"Forget it, go back to Shanghai and call the doctor to come over. Say hello to Yuecheng. ”

Gao Suke wanted to remind him that it would be very troublesome not to go to the banquet in Yuecheng today, but he looked up at the two people in the rearview mirror and swallowed all the words.

The driver is also an old man who has been following him for a long time, so he doesn't need to tell him to make a bend and drive to the villa in Shanghai.

"Xiao Jiu, you deliberately provoked me this time?" Lin Yin looked at Jiang Shengjiu, and suddenly remembered that when he went to the banquet for her coming-of-age ceremony a year ago, he bumped into her running out of the hall in a gorgeous dress, and then saw her smug smile and cunning in her eyes.

Children will always suffer a little to grow up.

Jiang Shengjiu was sleeping, and in a daze, she heard someone shouting to herself, and there was an invisible white mist all around, as if she was trapped in a cloud, so she looked for a long time before she found out that it was an agent who had been with her for more than ten years.

When I saw an acquaintance, I was instantly moved to tears, and I complained about the weird scene at this time.

"Xiao Wang, don't you know that I had a dream yesterday and scared my father to death, I'm special, ah!!"

Before he finished speaking, he was startled by himself, and he covered his throat in horror and couldn't believe all this.

This.... It's not my own voice.

I am the voice of heaven that has been kissed by God! Who the hell is this broken gong throat??

"What's going on? What the hell did that crazy woman Alice drink me on? My throat !! ”

asked his agent for help, the face in front of him was obviously a chubby kneading dough, and he smiled at himself like before, but then he cried and said something that made her collapse.

"Boss, I told you that Alice was mentally ill before, and this time you squeezed her down at the Claymy Awards, how could she not retaliate against you! Boss, you can grow a little longer! ”

Although the last sentence was a bit like Song Xiaobao's feeling, which made her feel a little funny, the words really reached Jiang Shengjiu's heart.

"! That! I'm going to sue her! Sue her for bankruptcy! ”

Before Jiang Shengjiu's curse was finished, he saw that the round face that could be pinched and pinched turned into the handsome face of a strange man.

"Help!"

Jiang Shengjiu screamed, sat up suddenly, touched the sweat on his head, and rejoiced: "It's okay, it's a dream." ”

But when she spoke, the rough and hoarse voice that came from her throat made her stiffen, and she looked up at the unfamiliar environment around her, and her heart was like a drum, hammering at the mouth of her heart one by one.

The blood slowly froze.

She never thought she would have such an uncanny experience.

I never thought that I had completed the counterattack of my life and was about to reach the peak of my life, but I would be pushed off the cliff by the hand of fate.

There seemed to be an elderly woman standing at the door, Jiang Shengjiu didn't have the heart to pay attention to her at this time, and only walked barefoot towards the bathroom, untying his clothes as he walked.

She is in dire need of confirmation now, to see if her body has changed.

Jiang Shengjiu's delicate light stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, carefully examining every inch of his body.

She looked at the face in the mirror, and the familiarity was timid.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her hands slowly touching every inch of her face.

This is a body that is more than ten years younger than the original her.

The skin is white and red, and the tender feeling can pinch out the water, which is very different from the skin that is only 30 years old and relies on expensive skin care products to survive.

This face that has been young for more than ten years, she once fantasized that she could be young once, but now that she sees it, she feels strange.

With full breasts, slender legs, a flat lower abdomen, and beautiful black waist-length hair, just standing like this makes me feel independent.

Undoubtedly, this is the skin that attracted the envy and jealousy of everyone when she was young.

But the difference is that this body is full of anger.

Like a wounded hedgehog, full of vigilance and resentment around him.

Jiang Shengjiu didn't remember the past of this body. She silently pressed her hand on her chest, and could only feel the endless remorse and sadness deep here.

She took a breath and looked at herself again in the mirror.

She could think that after the light added a unique temperament to this body at that time, it was not impossible to captivate the city and the country.

It's just that a bewitching butterfly tattoo on the wrist is a failure.

Jiang Shengjiu, who cherishes his body, will never use needles and knives for his body.

As Haruki Murakami wrote in her book, the body is her temple, and she keeps it clean and holy, hoping that it can give her tired soul a resting place.

But now, she wasn't sure if the body was clean or damaged.

Yesterday's experience had made her believe that the original owner of this body did not cherish herself at all.

Whose little girl drank until she fell asleep on the street in the middle of the night, and her body was picked up.

If I hadn't crossed over to her, I would have become a corpse.

Jiang Shengjiu put on his clothes and looked at the familiar face in the mirror, but his hand slowly touched his throat.

She needed to confirm one thing, and the most important thing.