Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 1: This book can be BE

Chapter 1 this book can be BE

Fengcheng, late at night.

The resort was brightly lit, and a group of young people were having a pool party.

The tight drumbeats are accompanied by deafening electric sounds, those in high-profile dresses wiggling their bodies frantically, champagne beauties, drunk fans.

"Puff--"

No one noticed, a small figure fell into the water, struggling violently twice, and finally sank slowly without anyone caring...

I don't know how long it took before someone screamed.

"Help! Someone is drowning! Come on!"

"She, she seems to be out of breath!"

"Song Yaoyao? The drowning person is Song Yaoyao..."

Song Yao's stomach swelled uncomfortably, and something rushed in in his head.

"God! Fairy! Fairy, you wake up soon! Don't scare sister, oh oh oh..."

Someone shook her body madly, and the cries made her suffer a splitting headache.

"Ahem..." Song Yaoya coughed out a mouthful of water, and he became more sober.

Seeing that she was okay, someone quietly breathed a sigh of relief, while others curled up their lips and vomited secretly. This is really bad luck!

Song Yaoyao was dying uncomfortably, her temples were pricked like needles, and her tears were uncontrollable, and she fell sternly.

Seeing her unlucky appearance, the boy next to her rolled his eyes, "Look, crying again, I really don't know where she got so many tears!"

There were tears on Song Jingwan's Qingli face, and she couldn't hide her sadness: "How can you say that? She is my sister!"

I feel pity and pity for that Huiran's eagerness to cry, and I can't help but argue: "You take her as a sister, but she doesn't necessarily treat you as a sister! How else would she take away the person you like?"

Before the change, Song Yaoya slapped it up a long time ago, but now she is tortured by the chaotic memory in her mind, and she can't hear the cynicism of those people at all.

She leaned on the edge of the pool. It was late autumn now, and her thin dress was soaked tightly on her body, and the wind blew into her bones. Song Yaoyao's body trembled undetectably, her jet-black hair hung on the side of her face, and at the same time, it also hid the gradually cold expression in her eyes...

Song Yaoyao in her previous life was dead. Her life ended on the day of her 19th birthday, due to heart failure.

Although she was alive now, the tingling in her temples told her that this was not an illusion.

Not only did she come alive, she also wore a novel that she had read boringly. The female partner has the same name and surname as her, and she has a weak personality and low self-esteem. She is overwhelmed by the light of her siblings, and she is regarded as a lost star by her parents.

Being bullied, ignored, and snatched from his fiancé, the result of the final resistance was to be kicked out of the house and died miserably.

It can be said that in this book "The Emperor's Little Koi Wife", the three characters Song Yaoyao is a complete tragedy!

"Ah……"

The girl's sluggish eyes seemed to be filled with soul, and instantly became empty and squiggly. She licked her lips and slowly raised her face. Under the moonlight, that exquisite and flawless face is like a budding begonia, very close to extravagant. Curly wet hair pressed against her white cheeks, gorgeous but not vulgar, charming but not demon-

Song Yaoya met everyone's gazes, and put the expressions of mixed reactions in his eyes, with a deeper smile on his face.

She Song Yaoyao announced that this novel can be BE since she entered this world.

The show begins, and the actors are in place.

Are you ready to die?

Give birth! Give birth! The new book is coming~ Contrast the "touching" love story between Meng Xiaokuibao and Mr. Huo! The baby is still very fragile at birth and needs to be pampered and loved by everyone. So, the collection is recommended to be posted? Save some milk powder money for your child!

(End of this chapter)

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