Rebirth of the Famous Wife: Li Shao and the Thief

Song Yijun suddenly made up his mind and said, "I can't live like I did before. This time, I want a brand new identity. I will return the torture that that woman gave me a hundred and ten times!"

"well."

An Ruoqing was very satisfied after hearing this, and then stepped forward and gently pressed the skin little by little to overlap Song Yijun's face.

The fit of this dough is very high. After it is pasted, it will look like the real one, and there is no trace of seams at all.

Soon, this fake face was completely integrated with Song Yijun's real face.

Combining the two, Song Yijun became another appearance.

After putting on the face, An Ruoqing admired Song Yijun's face and nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, this face really suits you."

Song Yijun heard this and turned to look at the mirror on the desktop.

In an instant, she was taken aback by herself.

The beautiful woman in the mirror is a stranger she doesn't know.

Beauty is beautiful, but it makes people feel very responsive.

Song Yijun couldn't help reaching out and touching his face, but the touch was very real, as if it were really his own skin, and it was completely attached to his own face.

"Auntie, me, am I successful?"

Song Yijun looked at his aunt in a daze, as if he couldn't believe that all this turned out to be true.

An Ruoqing quickly laughed, "Of course it is true, Yijun, from now on you will use this face to survive in the world."

"Oh no, I shouldn't call your previous name anymore. From now on, your name will be Luo Xinchen."

"Luo Xinchen?"

Song Yijun muttered it again, and then matched the name with her face in the mirror.

I couldn't help but discover that this name really suits this face, with a pink and charming feeling.

"Auntie, what is my current identity?" Song Yijun asked again.

"Oh, you wait."

An Ruoqing smiled when he heard the words, then walked to the side of the table and took out a sealed portfolio.

"What is this?" Song Yijun was a little confused.

An Ruoqing handed over the portfolio to Song Yijun, "Open it and take a look. The information in it will be your file from now on. You must have a deep understanding of all the information about this character to prevent future mistakes."

Hearing that, Song Yijun took over the portfolio.

Then he took out the files inside and took a closer look.

But his eyes widened involuntarily, Song Yijun's view of this information was simply incredible.

Because this file is so perfect!

In the file, Luo Xinchen, a virtual woman, is the adopted daughter of her uncle. She has been attending an aristocratic school since she was a child, and her grades are outrageous.

First of all, he was admitted to a domestic first-class business school with his own skills, and then he was personally sent to the United States to study abroad by the school, and he obtained a super high degree in a top foreign college.

The most important thing is that this woman is only 23 years old, about the same age as her own.

It's hard to imagine such a beautiful and beautiful woman, at her age, she has climbed to a position beyond the reach of countless people, and she is like a goddess.

Song Yijun looked at this file and was utterly dumbfounded.

"How? It's not bad, right." An Ruoqing hummed triumphantly.

This file was prepared by her a week in advance, and a lot of trouble was spent in the middle, and a lot of money was spent on access.

Fortunately, in the end, this identity was finally successfully produced. From then on, this is Song Yijun's new identity.

Song Yijun looked at the file with satisfaction, and thanked An Ruoqing again and again, "Auntie, thank you so much, I prepared so much to help me."

"What's this?" An Ruoqing smiled indifferently, "Well, from now on, the Song Yijun from the past has completely died."

"Xinchen, when you are outside, you will be the adopted daughter of your uncle and me. Your uncle and I will definitely treat you as your own daughter."

Song Yijun, oh no, Luo Xinchen nodded slightly and showed a clever smile upon hearing the words.

"From now on, I will listen to Auntie."

"Good." An Ruoqing patted her head with satisfaction, "In the past few days, you can get used to this new identity. When the right opportunity is right, I will let you show up officially."

"Good auntie." Luo Xinchen nodded slightly, and then An Ruoqing withdrew.

Gu Jun stayed in the room for a while, looking at Luo Xinchen's face, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

"Am I so good-looking?" Seeing him staring at him intently, Luo Xinchen glanced at him slightly.

Gu Jun was taken aback for a moment, then nodded quickly, "Good-looking, of course beautiful, Miss is always the most beautiful woman."

"You know how to talk." Luo Xinchen snorted disdainfully, and then stopped telling him to retreat.

When there was no one in the room, Luo Xinchen leaned in front of the mirror and studied her fake face carefully.

That's right, this face is indeed impeccably beautiful. Under the curved willow brows, there are eyes that are as crystal clear as rhinestones. The eyelashes are long and black, and the pupils are even more moisturized. .

The upright nose is small and delicate, and the nostrils and wings are small, like a fake doll made by hand.

The thin, not shaped lips are as soft and tender as cherries.

The face is a natural oval face, with these exquisite facial features, I am afraid that any man can not help but marvel at it, right?

Thinking of this, Luo Xinchen smiled playfully, looking at herself in the mirror, almost falling into obsession.

I don't want to think of this, the face in the mirror suddenly changed its appearance, becoming what Tang Nuan painted.

Moreover, "Tang Nuan Painting" seemed to be looking at himself very proudly, and smiled evilly.

"Get out! Get out of me!" Water-like eyes suddenly widened in anger, Luo Xinchen suddenly lost control and smashed in front of the mirror, "Get out, get out of me! Tang Nuan painted you as a woman, get out of me! "

So the "Tang Nuan Painting" just "rolled".

Luo Xinchen looked in the mirror again, only to realize that it was just an illusion of herself, and she was finally relieved.

However, the anger in his chest couldn't be extinguished.

Although Song Yijun is already "dead", Luo Xinchen has not forgotten the past entanglements.

I couldn't help cursing resentfully, Tang Nuan painted, you **** bitch!