"…"
...
at the same time.
somewhere in Beijing.
Luxurious bedroom.
A girl in her twenties suddenly woke up.
"I…"
"Am I actually reborn?"
(⊙_⊙)? Factory.
Chapter 121
"Ha ha ha ha…"
I was born again? ? ?
Hahaha! !
Song Qing rolled on the chuang with a smile, and tears came out of her eyes.
After a long time.
Song Qingcai sat in front of the make-up mirror, looking at this familiar, immature, and young face.
This is her twenties, her best years!
All the tragedies have not happened yet, she... wants to take back everything that belongs to her.
Song Qing is not beautiful, at best she is a beautiful girl...
All right!
This is in line with the character of the girl of female frequency and luck.
Good-looking, those are all vicious female supporting roles!
The vicious female protagonist is really good-looking, and it is not inferior to the heroine of male frequency and luck.
"Yin Xueyao, you didn't expect me to be reborn?"
"I believed in you too much in my previous life, and I ended up ruining my house and killing my family, and I was hit and killed by the car you arranged..."
"Yin Xueyao, my good girlfriend, you are really my good girlfriend... This time, I will repay you well."
…
Look at yourself in the mirror.
Song Qing's thoughts spread out, recalling the scene before his death in his previous life.
A small sports car that was involved in a traffic accident.
Song Qing was dizzy after being hit, and he was stuck in the driver's seat, unable to move to save himself.
Cars can catch fire and explode at any time.
And just when Song Qing was desperate, a pink supercar stopped beside him.
The person who came was her best friend Yin Xueyao.
Can be next.
Before Song Qing was happy and called for help.
The vicious best friend Yin Xueyao stepped forward with a smile, and the first sentence she said made Song Qing's hands and feet cold.
"Yo, it's not dead yet, I have to say, Song Qing, your life is really big. The fire didn't burn you to death last time, and the elevator accident didn't kill you after that..."
"You can't die in such a serious car accident now, tsk tsk tsk, it's really amazing. Fortunately, I expected it, so I'm here to give you a ride."
Yin Xueyao's words made Song Qing, who was a little confused, completely awake.
I suddenly understood a lot of things.
There was a fire in the house before, and the parents died in the fire.
There was also a sudden accident in the company's elevator. If she forgot to take a document at that time and got on the elevator one step late, she would have fallen and shattered along with the elevator.
"It's you... it's actually you... why, why?" Song Qing's eyes were full of tears, and there was a deep sense of confusion in the voice of hatred.
They are the best girlfriends.
Everyone in the family is rich and powerful. They grew up together from childhood, and they are no different from relatives and sisters.
Song Qing couldn't figure out why Yin Xueyao wanted to harm her over and over again, and even put her to death.
"Why? Hehe, why do you say?"
At that time, Yin Xueyao showed a vicious sneer, and her tone increased a bit: "Song Qing, we grew up together, what do you think I can't compare to you? Huh? You say it."
"I studied better than you since I was a child. I was more beautiful than you when I was a child, and I grew up in a better figure than you. My family is richer than yours. I..."
"Everything about me, everything is better than you, but why, why everyone likes you."
"Look at you now, look at your deadly virtue, do you look as good as me? Do you have a body like me? Are men blind enough to like you?"
"Just because you were good and sensible since you were a child? Just because you looked harmless to humans and animals? Just because you could pretend, what kind of Virgin are you pretending to be?"
"…"
As Yin Xueyao vented, Song Qing understood.
Jealousy is the original sin!
That's right.
She knew that she was indeed inferior to Yin Xueyao, no matter in any way, but she had a kind heart and a little bit of Our Lady.
This character will make other women feel that she is very pretentious and very expressive.
But men like it.