Transmigrated Princess

Pain!

It hurts!

Su Xiangwan felt nothing but the pain clearly coming from his five internal organs and lungs.

What a terrible pain.

She felt like she was soaking in deep and cold water, and there seemed to be another hand under her, dragging her down.

The fingers can't use any strength. The eyelids are heavy and can't open at all.

Is she unlucky and dying?

"Xiao Ting... Xiao Ting..."

Someone seems to be calling her.

She heard her wrong. Someone was calling her name. It wasn't Su Xiangwan, it was Xiao Ting?

Is that her agent, sister Yang?

"Xiao Ting, don't sleep. It's time to get up. You can't be late for the morning announcement."

announcement?

She was so drowsy that she could not exert any strength or respond to a word.

"Oh, my God, what are you doing, sleeping so heavily..." sister Yang was worried, "little ancestor, what did you do last night? Why are you so tired?"

Sister Yang——

Why did she hear sister Yang's voice again and hear sister Yang urge her to get up and catch the notice?

Is she dead?

After he died, did he really come back and become Xiao Ting?

"Su Xiangwan..."

Someone is calling her again.

"Girl..."

Another voice.

This time there is no sister Yang and no Xiao ting.

——

Is she dead or not?

Su Xiangwan was in a trance and lost consciousness again.

The early morning sunshine was projected from the French window and spread on the warm quilt. The alarm clock of the mobile phone rang and rang tirelessly. After being ignored for a long time, it finally fell into silence.

However, the silence did not come for long, followed by a rapid vibration.

She reached out and grabbed, then narrowed her eyes slightly.

The screen shows the call of agent Yang Jie.

——

Sister Yang.

Su Xiangwan suddenly sat up from the bed, opened his eyes and looked around, making sure it was in the hotel room provided by the crew. He was stunned for a moment.

The bedside table is also covered with half read scripts.

As soon as she picked up the script, she looked at the conspicuous "all over the world" on the cover and swallowed her throat hard and slowly.

Hotel——

Script——

Sister Yang's deadly serial call——

All this is so strange and familiar.

She lifted the quilt, ran out of bed, rushed to the bathroom mirror and looked at her face carefully.

Although her face has been perfectly maintained in her thirties and the media often boast that she has a sense of girliness, even if she can't see the traces left by the years, her state is really not as good as the original collagen full in her teens.

She's back

So after jumping down from the mountain, she didn't get God's favor and lost the aura of the female master. She really died.

She changed from Su Xiangwan to Xiao ting.

The hotel doorbell suddenly rang hurriedly. She patted her face, pulled a dress and put it on. Then she went to open the door.

Sister Yang stood outside anxiously. When she saw that she was safe, she was relieved.

"What are you doing? Dawdling. On your first day in the crew, there was a start-up ceremony and media visits today. Don't be late and give people a handle. The play just started shooting. It's already hot on the Internet. You have to go on a hot search for anything you do at this time."

She took back her thoughts. She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart and didn't know what to say. She just said, "I know. I'll go out when I clean up."

Sister Yang looked at her and asked her, "what's the matter with you? You don't seem to have much spirit..."

Su Xiangwan shook his head and smiled. "It's nothing. I read the script too late last night and didn't sleep well. I still haven't woken up. I'll just wash my face."

Sister Yang didn't say anything, just said, "then hurry up. Don't linger too long. I'll help you arrange the next work first."

She dropped her words and hurried away again.

Su Xiangwan went back to his room and simply cleaned up in a trance before he left the room.

The opening ceremony hasn't started yet, and the actors in the crew have arrived one after another.

At the beginning, the actors meet and greet each other first. However, because of the coffee position, she is an elder, so generally, the younger generation takes the initiative to greet her.

In the play, she is the hostess and plays Su Xiangwan.

The male leader is a new popular student. He just shot an online play called Xue Yan. This time, he played against her, which is also a combination of strength and traffic, making enough topic.

Her fans don't look up to the man's fans and dislike him as a traffic without real achievements.

The man's fans really don't like her. They think she's old and doesn't deserve their brother.

Anyway, no one can see anyone. It's dark on the Internet every day.

However, in reality, how fans tear it up can not have any impact on her cooperative relationship with Xue Yan. After meeting, everyone is still polite. After all, people don't want to make friends with her.

Xue Yan is tall and white. He looks like a sunny boy. He still fits the image of the male Lord a little, that is, he lacks the noble spirit and natural pride in his bones.

After she had met a few people with dismal interest, another actor ran up to greet her.

The cast's eyes for casting are pretty good. The actor is exquisite. He looks very regular and polite. He doesn't talk much and has a shallow smile. He feels like an introverted child.

"Hello, Mr. Xiao. I'm new actor Chen Xi. I play Zhao Rongxian, the second man in the world. I hope Mr. Xiao can give me more advice in the next days."

She almost fell off the stool.

"You play Zhao Rongxian?"

Chen Xi didn't seem to know what she was surprised at. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He just asked, "what's the matter?"

When she came back, she felt that her reaction was a little too much. It was inevitable to be strange. She quickly waved her hand and said, "nothing. Rookies emerge one after another. You look good, and you look good at acting. Work hard and have a good future."

She has said routine perfunctory words countless times.

But soon after she finished, she felt a little strange.

The last time she said this, it didn't seem long, but who was she talking to that time?

She shook her head, cleared her mind, and continued: "this role is not difficult. It's still the second male. It's OK for newcomers. Just play it well."

——No——

Did she also say that?

"Thank you for your encouragement, Miss Xiao. I'll work hard."

Chen Xi didn't entangle for too long. After saying this, he left.

Su Xiangwan looked at his back and shook his head slowly.

Bad manners.

Not even temperament.

In addition to being good-looking, Zhao Rongxian is not really good-looking.

His cool and exciting strength can make people shudder three feet away. No one can play it.

This kind of person is the best to play, and there are no requirements for acting skills, because most people only need to play a paralyzed face.

But she thought it was the hardest.

After seeing the real Zhao Rongxian, she now feels that no one can play Zhao Rongxian and no one can be him.

——

"How can a great devil like King Yu find someone like you to play? Your temperament is more suitable to play a male master."

This sentence suddenly flashed back into her mind.

Make sure she's right.

But who did she say it to and when did she say it? Why can't she remember it at all?

Su Xiangwan felt a little headache, so he could only stretch out his hand and press his temple, hoping to relieve some discomfort.

"Su Xiangwan."

I don't know where a voice rang out. It floated in the air and echoed in her ears.

"Su Xiangwan, can you hear me?"

No, she's Xiao Ting here. No one should call her Su Xiangwan.

She wanted to get up, but a bout of dizziness forced her to lean back into her chair.

"Su Xiangwan... Su Xiangwan... Su Xiangwan..."

The cry was getting closer and more frequent.

Holding her forehead, she suddenly felt a little breathless.

It's hard.

So hard.

And endless pain

The scene in front of us suddenly twisted into a confused mass, and all kinds of people walking around the crew gradually disappeared one by one.

The darkness hit her face. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes leisurely.

The incense burner emits the fragrance of Ningren, and the white light smoke wafts around the ground.

The doors and windows are closed, the air is muggy, and the heavy quilt is pressed on the body and can't move.

The curtain was lifted, and the ancient bedstead with pear flowers and wooden strands was hung with Clear Gem beads.

Is it a dream?

Not a dream?

Is she dead? Or alive?

What is real and what is false?

Someone at the bedside looked over and said, "thank God, you finally wake up."

"Lu......" she opened her mouth to think of a voice, but found that her throat was dry and painful. Even the voice was annihilated in her throat and could not say anything.

——

It's Lu Junting.

"Don't talk. You were badly hurt and soaked in ice water. Evil cold entered your body and almost lost your life. It should be too weak." Lu Junting hurriedly said to her.

Sue winked hard at night.

Even with this simple blink, she felt as if she had exhausted all her strength.

Just for a while, a thin cold sweat came out of her head.

So, is she really not dead?

Was it just her dream?

She was so dizzy that she couldn't think of anything.

Su Xiangwan even suspected that the next one would close her eyes and open them. After a trance, she found that she would become Xiao Ting again.

She wandered in the plausible dream and repeated in the plausible reality.

Really tired

Too tired, too tired

Thinking so, she closed her eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

The next time she wakes up, is she Xiao Ting or Su Xiangwan?