Fengcheng, late at night.

The resort was brightly lit, and a group of young people were having a pool party.

The tight drumbeats are accompanied by deafening electric sounds, those in high-profile dresses wiggling their bodies frantically, champagne beauties, drunk fans.

"Puff--"

No one noticed, a small figure fell into the water, struggling violently twice, and finally sank slowly without anyone caring...

I don't know how long it took before someone screamed.

"Help! Someone is drowning! Come on!"

"She, she seems to be out of breath!"

"Song Yaoyao? The drowning person is Song Yaoyao..."

Song Yao's stomach swelled uncomfortably, and something rushed in in his head.

"God! Fairy! Fairy, you wake up soon! Don't scare sister, oh oh oh..."

Someone shook her body madly, and the cries made her suffer a splitting headache.

"Ahem..." Song Yaoya coughed out a mouthful of water, and he became more sober.

Seeing that she was okay, someone quietly breathed a sigh of relief, while others curled up their lips and vomited secretly. This is really bad luck!

Song Yaoyao was dying uncomfortably, her temples were pricked like needles, and her tears were uncontrollable, and she fell sternly.

Seeing her unlucky appearance, the boy next to her rolled his eyes, "Look, crying again, I really don't know where she got so many tears!"

There were tears on Song Jingwan's Qingli face, and she couldn't hide her sadness: "How can you say that? She is my sister!"

I feel pity and pity for that Huiran's eagerness to cry, and I can't help but argue: "You take her as a sister, but she doesn't necessarily treat you as a sister! How else would she take away the person you like?"

Before the change, Song Yaoya slapped it up a long time ago, but now she is tortured by the chaotic memory in her mind, and she can't hear the cynicism of those people at all.

She leaned on the edge of the pool. It was late autumn now, and her thin dress was soaked tightly on her body, and the wind blew into her bones. Song Yaoyao's body trembled undetectably, her jet-black hair hung on the side of her face, and at the same time, it also hid the gradually cold expression in her eyes...

Song Yaoyao in her previous life was dead. Her life ended on the day of her 19th birthday, due to heart failure.

Although she was alive now, the tingling in her temples told her that this was not an illusion.

Not only did she come alive, she also wore a novel that she had read boringly. The female partner has the same name and surname as her, and she has a weak personality and low self-esteem. She is overwhelmed by the light of her siblings, and she is regarded as a lost star by her parents.

Being bullied, ignored, and snatched from his fiancé, the result of the final resistance was to be kicked out of the house and died miserably.

It can be said that in this book "The Emperor's Little Koi Wife", the three characters Song Yaoyao is a complete tragedy!

"Ah……"

The girl's sluggish eyes seemed to be filled with soul, and instantly became empty and squiggly. She licked her lips and slowly raised her face. Under the moonlight, that exquisite and flawless face is like a budding begonia, very close to extravagant. Curly wet hair pressed against her white cheeks, gorgeous but not vulgar, charming but not demon-

Song Yaoya met everyone's gazes, and put the expressions of mixed reactions in his eyes, with a deeper smile on his face.

She Song Yaoyao announced that this novel can be BE since she entered this world.

The show begins, and the actors are in place.

Are you ready to die?

Give birth! Give birth! The new book is coming~ Contrast the "touching" love story between Meng Xiaokuibao and Mr. Huo! The baby is still very fragile at birth and needs to be pampered and loved by everyone. So, the collection is recommended to be posted? Save some milk powder money for your child!

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"Yaoyao? Are you okay?" Song Jingwan looked at Song Yayao's delicate and refined face, a flash of jealousy flashed across her eyes. She held Song Yaoya's hand and asked softly.

Song Yaoya caught the light in Song Jingwan's eyes, and she curled her lower lip insignificantly. But soon, her expression changed, and she grabbed Song Jingwan's hand with her backhand, clinging to it.

Weakly whispered with tears: "I'm not good, I'm almost cold to death, sister, can you accompany me to change clothes?"

The tip of her nose was red, and her eyes were misty and whispered.

Song Jingwan could perceive that more and more attention fell on her. She smiled and gently pinned Song Yao's broken hair behind her ears, "Of course, if you don't tell me, I don't worry about going back alone!"

As she said, she helped Song Yaoyao and turned around to apologize to everyone: "I'm sorry, shall we be here tonight? I have to go back to accompany her if she has something like this."

Song Jingwan, as the most valued daughter of the Song family, is the top celebrity in Fengcheng. Everyone should give her face.

This gathering ended with Song Yaoyao falling into the water.

The figures of the two sisters gradually moved away, and the admiration of others could be heard.

"Miss Song has a really good personality, she is beautiful and gentle!"

"It's good for her sister, but Song Yaoyao is not a good thing."

"Yes, Mingming Jingwan and Huo Shaocai are a perfect match!"

In the midst of the compliments, someone sneered "hypocritically" and turned away.

...

Go back to the room.

Song Yaoyao stood in front of the mirror after taking a shower, bent her eyes at the person in the mirror, smiled and said to the outside: "Sister, I forgot to bring my clothes in. Can you help me?"

It is no different from the former Song Yaoyao, trusting his sister like that.

But what did her sister do?

Song Jingwan frowned impatiently, but still patiently, she found a piece of clothing from the closet and walked into the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, looking around in the bathroom, there was no figure of Song Yaoyao at all. She was taken aback, "Aoyao?"

Song Yaoya, who didn't know when she was standing behind her, answered sweetly, "Hmm, I'm here."

After that, he suddenly shot, grabbing Song Jingwan's long hair, and pushing her head into the bathtub that was already full of water.

"Hmm! Oh, help, help—"

Song Jingwan was caught off guard, and the water flowed back into her nose. She began to struggle fiercely, but the hand that was holding her hair was so strong, as if to tear her scalp off!

Deprived of breathing bit by bit, Song Jingwan's feeling of suffocation made Song Jingwan increasingly desperate.

She desperately wanted to catch Song Yaoyao's hand, but could not catch anything.

At the moment when she was about to fall into a coma, the person who grabbed her hair seemed to have finally raised her hand, willing to let her make a living, and pulled her head out of the bathtub.

"call--"

Song Jingwan's pupils were dizzy, and she had only time to breathe a breath of air. Before she could get over, she was pushed into the bathtub again.

Once, twice, three times...

The person behind was like a devil, with a smile on his charming little face and deep dimples. She cast her eyebrows indifferently, watching Song Jingwan wandering on the edge of life and death in despair.

The curled eyelashes cast an arc of light on the lower eyelid. She became more and more exquisite, like a doll in a shop window.

"Sister, is it fun? Huh?" Song Yaoya tilted her head, pulled Song Jingwan out, and asked with a soft smile.

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"Um...cough cough...cough..."

Song Jingwan was full of resentment, her tears and snots were not controlled at all, she turned her head with dim tears, and met those bright eyes.

"Song Yao——"

"Sister, isn't it fun?"

Song Yaoyao slammed her hand and pulled Song Jingwan's scalp back, forcing Song Jingwan to raise her head.

She almost pressed Song Jingwan’s cheeks, and said intimately: “Why didn’t my sister speak? I still remember the joke my sister made to me by the pool just now,” Song Yaoyao said quietly, “The water is over my head. I squeeze my mouth into the nasal cavity and deprive me of my breath a little bit. That feeling is really-unforgettable in this lifetime!"

Song Jingwan was extremely embarrassed and panicked for a moment, but she stared at Song Yaoyao, not thinking that she was at fault. It's just a joke. Besides, isn't she dead?

"Song Yaoyao, you are really crazy!" Song Jingwan was unwilling to be humiliated, struggling to grab Song Yaoya's face.

With a "pop--" the world was quiet.

Song Yaoya shook his hand, faintly looking at a puddle of mud that looked like Song Jingwan, bent down and patted her cheek, "This is a gift tonight. Remember, you owe me a life."

The life that was silently lost in the swimming pool because of a joke, she will bring it back for the original body sooner or later.

Song Jingwan's eyes were burning and she wanted to poke a hole in her back, her chest undulated violently, and the picture finally froze on her unwilling to twist face.

She was right, she would never admit that she was wrong! Song Yaoyao, this is endless!

...

Song Yaoyao arrogantly walked out of the bathroom, her expression instantly changed.

Ah ah ah ah slap Song Jingwan that slap her hand hurts!

She tried to hold back, her eyes widened and tears covered.

"Woo..."

The palm of the hand is hot, as if it is about to burn.

Can't help it! Mom can't bear it! ! It hurts her to death!

Song Yaoya's natural pain was different from ordinary people, and a little bit of pain would be magnified infinitely by her.

She blew her little hand, this room couldn't stay, she sniffed and planned to find something to eat.

The original Song Yaoyao was a transparent person at the party, and Song Jingwan was very keen to take her to the party. She herself is not valued by the Song family, and it can be said that she is completely ridiculed outside. In this contrast, Song Jingwan became more and more famous, but she became more and more inferior.

Even when he was hungry, he didn't dare to go to the dessert counter to get food.

Now that she changed to Song Yaoyao, her stomach had already protested.

After simply changing clothes, Song Yaoya left the house.

In my memory, this is the top resort in Fengcheng. It integrates eating, drinking, and shopping, and is called a paradise on earth.

The moonlight was sky, reflecting a hazy light. Song Yaoya went out along the corridor. The villa was amazingly large, and the green bushes beside the gravel road were dotted with dreamy night lights.

Song Yaoyao, who hadn't found herself getting further and further away from the restaurant, found that the surrounding light was dim. Compared with the brightly lit area where she came, there are a variety of precious plants, the architectural style is slightly different, and the quietness is a bit strange.

Looking around, Song Yaoyao didn't pay attention and plunged into the wall of flesh. The hard muscles on the opponent's body hurt her head, staggering back two steps, and sitting on the ground with a soft foot.

"Woo..."

It hurts! !

Song Yaoyao couldn't hold back, crying "Wow".

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