After her rebirth, the big boss is abusing scum again.
Before Feng Ming died, she saw her stepsister laughing on the shore.
After rebirth, not only did I get a place to follow my heart. She even gave her fiancé with dual personalities a cheat.
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Young Master Yan,"You've schemed to get close to me time and time again. What do you want?"
Feng Ming,"I'm innocent!" It wasn't close, it was just a chance encounter!
Young Master Yan,"If you appear again, break your legs!"
two months later
Feng Ming: Why are you always so unlucky?
Young Master Yan,"It's great to see you!"
Fengming narrowed his eyes. Are you stalking me?
Young Master Yan lowered his eyes and thought,"No, how is that possible?"
**
In the early hours of the day of the engagement, Fengming was involved in a car accident. Young Master Yan stepped forward to save the beauty.
In the end, he died while Fengming survived.
hospital
Young Master Yan was heartbroken. How could his brother die? How did he die?
Fengming handed him a bronze mirror." He left this for you."
**
Half a month later, she heard that Young Master Yan had gone crazy.
Then, Young Master Yan committed suicide.
He left a message: Goodbye! Phoenix Cry!
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Ending:
Seeing the phoenix again, Young Master Yan said,"We have been together in our previous lives, and from this life onwards, we will be together forever."
I'll go forward
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