The President's Best Wife

Chapter 2

"Jingle Bell--"

It's so annoying, can't ghosts sleep peacefully after death?

"Wen Qiao, wake up, class is on."

There is a slight pain on the face, isn't the person unconscious after death?
She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, which startled Xia Xia who called her.

"What are you doing? You scared me to death. Get up soon. The first period is Mediterranean class. If you are late, I will call and criticize you."

mediterranean...

Attend class……

It's been eight years since she graduated, so how could she be in class?
Suddenly, she realized a certain problem, she groped around on the bed, found the phone and looked——

The Year of Wuxu, June [-]th.

It was ten years ago, she was only 20 years old, and she was still in her sophomore year, and this was the school, not the place where she died in the sea of ​​fire.

In other words, all tragedies still have time to recover.

She hugged the pillow and rolled over excitedly on the bed, it was great, she didn't die, she came back to life.

Xia Xia touched her forehead, "Are you okay, your brain is not hot, can the Mediterranean class make you so excited?"

Wen Qiao: "..."

Xia Xia and her relationship have always been good, but because Xia Xia said that the relationship between Wenxin and Fu Shiheng is unclear, she saw them secretly dating several times, not only did she not believe it, but also had a big fight with Xia Xia. She cared about her, but she broke Xia Xia's heart time and time again. Later, the contact between them became less and less, and they finally became strangers.

The corners of her eyes were a little warm, she sat up and hugged Xia Xia fiercely, thanking God for giving her the opportunity to see clearly who is sincere and who is fake.

"Thank you, Xia Xia, regardless of previous suspicions."

"Tch, sister, I'm a chivalrous person, would I care about you, a little girl?" When Xia Xia smiled, there were dimples at the corners of her mouth, and with her bun face, she looked pure and cute.

Wen Qiao couldn't laugh or cry, there was a 30-year-old aunt living in her body, who was the little girl?

But he said, "Yes, yes, Xiaxia Xia Xia just doesn't care about it."

On the way to class, Xia Xia repeatedly confirmed, "Do you really believe what I say?"

"Well, letter."

In her previous life, she was completely used by this pair of sluts, and finally burned to death by their own hands. If she still doesn't believe it, she is really stupid.

Walking to the artificial lake, a sweet and eager voice came from behind: "Sister."

Suddenly, his back stiffened.

The voice was so familiar that I wanted to strangle her to death in my dreams at midnight.

She lowered her eyelids, suppressing all emotions, clenched her white and slender fingers into fists, with fingertips embedded in her flesh, using the pain in her body to numb the rolling hatred in her heart.

Endure, she must endure.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.The villain takes revenge, from morning till night.

She is not a gentleman, but this is not the time to fall out.She wants to get back everything she owes her, and everything that hurt her and humiliated her.

If she doesn't make this pair of sluts comfortable, she will never be reconciled in her life.

Looking up again, her eyes were filled with tranquility. She forced a smile from the corner of her mouth, and turned around: "Xin'er? Why are you here, don't you go to acting class?"

Wen Nuan stepped forward to hold Wen Qiao's hand. That face, which was almost the same as hers, was already filled with sadness, and a few crystal tears had already fallen from the corners of her eyes, which made me feel pity.

As expected of a student of acting, the horse piss will flow as soon as it is said.

"Sister, I really didn't do anything with Brother Heng. My sister's birthday is here. Brother Heng just wanted to ask me what you like. Everyone knows that Brother Heng will be my brother-in-law in the future. How could I do anything with my future brother-in-law? Sorry sister And you, you know Xiner best."

understood?I have lived with her for 30 years, but I don't know what kind of person she is. It was not until she died at her hands that she realized that she didn't know anything about Wen Xin.

(End of this chapter)