Reborn Girl’s New Life

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Song Yunqiang’s face suddenly became very funny.

I want to stand up from the seat in a rage, but my heart is not enough.

Song Yunxiao looked at his eldest brother with tears and eyes: "Big brother, will this be a scar?"

Song Yunqiang frowned and stretched his eyebrows, his face was very complicated.

It’s still good to hurt, if it hurts the face, it’s really ruined.

Song Yunqiang hangs on the expression of kindness and appeases Song Yunqi: "Yun Yun, this is just an allergy. Tomorrow, Big Brother will go to the hospital with you, okay?"

"But, isn't this a beauty accident? If you do it on your face, it will be disfigured!" Song Yunyi touched his neck and was very wronged.

Song Yunqiang wants to appease his sister: "Yun Yun, you have to take a bath and take a break, my brother will help you consult a doctor, okay?"

Song Yunxiao was comforted by his eldest brother and calmed down for a while.

After Song Yunqiang saw Song Yunqi returning to the room to rest, he went upstairs to his father's room.

Song Yan is playing chess in the room and playing chess with himself. Although it is meaningless, it is a rare quiet.

Song Yunqiang opened the door and Song Yan looked back at him and went back to see his board.

Song Yunqiang did not dare to disturb his father.

After all, although his father has been ill for a long time, the power of the Song family is still tightly held in the hands of the father.

The old man rolled his life in the mall and concentrated on cultivating his son, but he did not have the right to give up his rights.

Because of this, Song Yunqiang did not dare to refute his father.

And the necessary big things and small things are to ask Song Yan.

Song Yan was in a wheelchair, his fingers pinched the pieces, hesitated and settled the pieces, ending the game ahead of time.

Next to Song Yunqiang, holding the hand of the wheelchair, he was very filthy and waited for Song Yan: "Dad, go for a cup of tea to rest?"

Song Yan sighed.

Song Yunqiang immediately pushed the wheelchair to the long table of huanghuali wood.

Song Yan’s hand was handed a cup of hot tea.

Song Yan took a sip and lifted his eyelids. He lazily looked at his eldest son: "What are you doing?"

Song Yunqiang listened to his father's tone and knew that his father was tired of him and he could not always be the master.

However, if you are arbitrarily arrogant, the things you do are not the same as the heart of the old man, and the result is the same.

Instead of letting the old man think that he is a waste of ineffectiveness, it is better to ask the old man for everything, and let the father feel that he is calm.

Song Yunqiang was asked, and after careful consideration, he carefully said: "Actually, Dad, this is not my business, it is about the clouds."

The lord obviously does not take Song Yunzhen seriously, and feels that this daughter is young and there will be nothing.

"Cloud, what can I do?"

Song Yunqiang looked worried: "Clouds went to the beauty salon to do the nursing, allergies were done all at once, and a lot of skin could not recover. You said this..."

After all, Song Yan is the father of Song Yunxiao. Besides, Song Yunqi is the daughter of the Song family. If he does a beauty job, he would not dare to swear. If you spread it, you would not think that the Song family became a soft persimmon.

Song Yan is a man who wants to face. He listened to his eldest son and said that he was very angry. He put the teacup on the table and asked Song Yunqiang with a black face: "Which is she doing, it is still used in this kind of thing." Come back and ask me?"

Song Yunqiang did not dare to speak.

Song Yan Shen Sheng: "Give me which beauty salon to take, let her close immediately!" Song Yunqiang and other Song Yan's pressure went down a little, only carefully open the mouth, with a very subtle tone to remind: "Dad, this thing I also I didn't think about it, but... Tianxiang Beauty is the industry of Gu Changge."

Song Yan’s angry eyes immediately calmed down, turned his head, and looked at his eldest son, and the black light was suppressed.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Song Yunqiang did not dare to speak.

For a while, Song Yan opened his mouth and his voice was a little tired and low: "Gu Changge is even a cloud city, but now it has already vanished. Her industry is now in the hands of her husband Shao Tianze, Shao Tianze... is not a fuel-efficient light."

"That..." Song Yunqiang was a spirit, tempted to ask, "Dad, what you mean is..."

"Shao Tianze is also an ambitious man. Yunxiao went to his beauty salon to do beauty. Maybe the beautician deliberately made the cloud allergic."

When Song Yunqiang listened to his father's words, he always said in his heart: "Dad, you are saying that Shao Tianze is afraid of the Chu family's marriage with our family, so it is intentionally harmful to stop Yunxiao from marrying Chu?"

Song Yan nodded: "In this business circle, but a little clues can make waves, cloud strong, you have to think about doing more."

Song Yan’s words are meaningful.

Song Yunqiang nodded.

"Yunqiang, you will take the cloud to the hospital where Yunjia is going to take a look tomorrow. By the way, look at Gu Changge’s sister Gu Changle’s condition, although our family’s friendship with Gujia is not very good, but the surface is still to be done. ""

Song Yunqiang nodded: "Dad, you can rest assured, I will go to see Changle tomorrow."

Song Yunqiang probably understands the reasons and reasons for his father to let him go to see Changle. To see Gu Changle is a fake, it is true to explore Shao Tianze’s attitude towards the Song family.

......

Song Yunxiao wiped his body after bathing and threw the white big bath towel on the shelf next to it.

Stand in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom and look at your body.

Very slim and delicate body, at first glance is the skeleton of the unaccompanied girl, even a little baby fat on the cheek.

Very beautiful face, but compared to Gu Changle, it is still a cloud.

She took a breath and the look between her eyebrows was faint.

Raise your hands and turn around and wear clothes.

Every movement is as smooth and smooth as the clouds.

Even when the clothes were pulled from the curvy waist to the shoulders, she did not care for the unforgettable charm.

Put on the open collar and apply the ointment, and the waistband of the waist is loose.

Just before I got to my bed, I didn't come and tightened the lid of my ointment. I saw that the cell phone that was thrown on the bed was vibrating.

She faintly glanced at the caller ID above, a little impatient.

Tighten the lid of the ointment and put it back into the drawer.

The phone that is ignored is not ringing.

For the first time, she didn't listen to it, and the ringtone of the phone began to linger.

When she was in the third time, she had to raise her hand and press the answer button: "Who are you looking for?"

There was a man’s magnetic elegant laughter over there: “Why are you so polite? Clouds.”

Song Yun's eyebrows picked one up and heard that the person talking over there was Chu Mo Yu, and immediately cut off the call.

Chu Mo Yu is really a ghost, the slap that hit him last time is not enough for his long-term memory, actually dare to call.

She opened the quilt and went to bed.

There is a hint of ointment on the tip of the nose. When I slept in the middle of the night, I turned over and stumbled that the door slammed softly.

Suddenly there was a spirit in her mind. When I reached out, I slammed the table lamp by the window.

The lights poured out at once, and the warm orange light warmed the entire space.

However, this room still feels cold.

She looked alertly at the room, but there was nothing in the room.

She went down from the bed, and even slippers didn't want to wear it, and hurriedly went to check the lock on her room.

Every time she sleeps, she has the habit of locking the door. This is the habit she used when she was still a long song.

It is still there.

Looking at the door lock, I reached out and twisted a few times before I found out that it was locked.

She was relieved, then went back to bed under the powerlessness, picked up the cup on the bedside table, poured a few sleeping pills from the pill bottle, and swallowed with water.

Sleeping this night is not very practical.

Turning back and forth in the middle of the night, I always feel that someone is gently touching her scalded neck and clavicle down the skin.

She was hurt because she was touched by the wound.

But it seems that someone hates and bites her ear, and the voice is unpleasant and angry and scolds her: "It’s a madman! In order to buy people, I dare to practice myself!"

She was groggy and only felt that she was dreaming, but the voice of this speech was like a very deserted voice.

The next morning after the night, she woke up uncomfortably, raised her eyelids and looked at the head of the bed. It was only five o'clock, but the light on the curtains was so bright.

She was uncomfortable lying down and going to sleep, feeling early.

When she was woken up by the door, she turned to look at the alarm clock at the window, but it was just over seven o'clock.

She got up and opened the door.

Wang Ma, who had a breakfast tray outside the door, asked her strangely: "Miss Yunxiao, how did you get up today? Are you sick?"

Song Yunxiao's neck: "Slightly uncomfortable, I accidentally slept until seven o'clock."

She used to get up early, get up at six, then wash, and go downstairs to eat breakfast at 7 o'clock.

Now at seven o'clock, it is not surprising that Wang Ma will send the breakfast.

However, Wang Ma is also very surprised to say: "Miss Yun Xuan, now it is more than ten o'clock."

Song Yun’s neck was a hand, and Wang’s eyes were a bit strange: “What time do you say?”

"More than ten o'clock."

Wang Ma repeated it again.

Song Yunxiao immediately went back to the bed to see his own alarm clock, and the mechanical pointer on the alarm clock walked in an orderly manner.

But the hour and minute are clear on the seven.

She took the phone out again and found that the phone was really 10:35.

Song Yunxiao holds the finger of the mobile phone and tightens it. The delicate and delicate eyebrows are not pleasant and the cold wrinkles.

Then, I raised my hand and touched the burned skin in my neckline. I asked Wang Ma if I didn’t return. “Wang Ma, our family, did you come to the guest last night?”

Wang Ma is confused: "No, Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yunxiao raised his head slightly, his pointed chin raised, his eyes unconsciously picked up: "But I think that our family did come to the guest last night."

She has always been a very hard-working person. If someone didn't deliberately adjust her clock, she would never sleep until seven o'clock.

Last night, someone came in her bedroom.