Chapter 2

The memory is not complete, just a few fragmentary fragments. Vaguely, she only knows some general things, but her own memory about herself is not lost at all.

Her name is song Shijia. She is the eldest lady of the song group. She owns 25% of the shares of the song group. It can be said that she has lived a life full of splendor since she was a child. Recently, I was just under too much pressure to climb the mountain under the advice of a psychologist. I didn't expect that I fell off the cliff. I must have lost my bones at this time.

She was uncomfortable at the thought that her body didn't know where to die. If the Song family knew that she was dead, they would be very happy.

There was a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Those ambitious guys are not coveting her shares one day. With the huge wealth of the song group, 25% of its assets are enough for a person to spend his whole life. This time she died, and the inheritance should be shared by others.

Just It's like a little gift for them.

If there is no money, you can earn more. If there is no life,

the girl looks at her hands almost obsessively. Coming back from the dead, what a wonderful and strange thing.

With her eyes closed and her blood flowing and breathing, she could hardly tell whether she was a foreign soul or a real Yang Peiqing. Memory fusion seems to melt two people into one. She doesn't know whether her consciousness swallowed Yang Peiqing, or Yang Peiqing swallowed her, or both?

With a slight smile, she murmured to herself. From today on, she is Yang Peiqing, and Yang Peiqing is her. She is still young and has a long life. She has a pair of loyal and kind parents, a happy family and a bright future.

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in the afternoon class, Yang Peiqing entered the classroom on time, and the eyes in the classroom suddenly came together.

"She is so lucky that she was hugged by master Mingbo today."

"Well, it's someone else's girlfriend. Why do you faint and hug her?"

"Pull down, who don't know is Yang Peiqing chase Mingbo elder, elder that was bothered by her just agreed."

"That's right. Otherwise, how could master Mingbo agree to her."

Their voices were very small, but Yang Peiqing's ears were sharp, and her words floated over, which made her wonder. What the hell is master Mingbo? Why don't you remember?

Calmly under the pressure of everyone's line of sight into the classroom, a little thought, accurately find their seats.

She is sitting in the third row from the bottom of the classroom. The left side is near the corridor. There is only one table on the right side. She is a little fat. When the boy saw her coming, he showed a kind smile and handed over the potato chips: "mend the body."

It's the first time I've heard about potato chips.

Yang Peiqing hesitated for a moment, took it and said politely, "thank you."

She never used to eat any snacks, these things are unhealthy junk food, but now He squeezed a piece into his mouth and chewed it. Yang Peiqing's eyes brightened.

"Delicious

"I think so, too. It's Tomato flavored. I also have purple potato." Little fat man seems to find a confidant, excitedly take out a lot of enthusiasm to promote.

So two happy you come and I go, the people who have been staring at them ignored a thorough.

The girls are puzzled to whisper: "she is not head broken, how to talk to the dead fat man, but also eat other people's food, really disgusting."

"Isn't it hypoglycemia? Is it hard to be low with IQ? "