The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

"Little girl, the car passed by..."

"..."

Xing Jiuan was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look.

The car that had just stopped was started again.

She saw the person in the driver's seat, a somewhat familiar man.

There was madness in his eyes.

This time, Xing Jiuan could not escape.

She watched as the car speeded up and hit her, and her internal organs seemed to have moved. When she fell to the ground, she was still holding the phone in her hand tightly.

The phone has a protective case, even if she fell to the ground with her, it was not broken, and even the call was not broken.

The man's anxious voice came from the phone, and he kept calling Xing Jiu'an's name.

Xing Jiu'an's eyes were a little fuzzy, and the severe pain made her almost unable to breathe. Under such unbearable pain, Xing Jiu'an was still distracted and thought, if he didn't call the senior, it would be fine.

Brother, she should be... sad because of her death.

The impact just now was great. Xing Jiuan opened his mouth and wanted to reply to the anxious person in the phone, but when he opened his mouth, blood would flow out.

She doesn't like the smell.

It seems to be chaotic nearby. It seems that some people say they want to call the police, some people are calling an ambulance, there are women's screams, children's crying...so chaotic, Xing Jiu'an can only look at them through the blurred scene. Play a pantomime.

She couldn't hold the mobile phone in her hand, the mobile phone had slipped from her hand, Xing Jiu'an didn't know if the phone was hung up, or the brother's answer...

The eyes slowly turned into darkness, and there was silence around him. Xing Jiu'an, who once had thousands of favorites, wanted to see the fireworks on the 21st birthday, and then died on the side of the road in the night.

Alone.

When he woke up again, Xing Jiuan's head hurt a little.

Her memory is a bit broken, and she still stayed in her home when she was eating cake.

Slowly, she discovered that something was wrong. For example, her birthday was in winter, and she often wore a panda-shaped plush pajama when she slept. And now, she is wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and there is no scar on her knee due to an accident.

Or she started to wear long hair after being retrieved by the Huo family.

But now, her hair is not long, and when she reaches out to touch it, it is still slightly shorter.

From childhood to adulthood, Xing Jiu'an only had long hair twice, the first time, when he was very young, and the second time, after being retrieved by the Huo family.

Before I had time to look at the phone, Xing Jiu'an seemed to have something flashing in his mind. She first looked for a mirror.

It's right next to the pillow, so it's easy to find.

The girl in the mirror is very young, with short silver-gray hair drooping messy, and a few dull hairs curled up.

Xing Jiuan's skin is very white, and his facial features are almost indistinguishable and delicate. She often wears short hair, just like the protagonist from the comics, slender, delicate, but not fragile.

It seems certain, Xing Jiu'an picked up the phone and took a look. The time was the day she remembered for a long time.

On this day, her biological parents came to the door and told her that she was taken by the wrong person 19 years ago and wanted to take her home.

Xing Jiu'an's hand trembled, and suddenly remembered the memory of her dying, the pain still felt unbearable for her.

She suddenly thought of something even more impossible...

She was born again.

Rebirth returned to the summer of the nineteenth year.

On this day, nothing has happened yet.

She has not yet returned to Huo's house.

He hasn't broken up with his brother, nor has he left the door.

She is still the Xing Jiu'an who enjoys everyone's favor.

She opened her lips, wondering if she wanted to laugh or cry.

At this time, the doorbell rang.