CEO, Please Hold Yourself

"Hiss, it hurts!" The sharp pain from her head made Wu Xiaoran couldn't help crying out.

"No pain! You just fell down and hit your head heavily. How do you feel now? Is it better? "

Wu Xiaoran didn't listen to the sound in his ear. The whole person was in a state of shock.

She looked down at herself, wearing school uniform, thin body, slender arms, is not fully developed body.

This is not right. I was killed by Chen Jintai. How can I be here?

Am I reborn?

"Hello, Xiaoran, what's the matter with you? Did you hear me and break your ear? Don't you think you're stupid? "

Zheng calligraphy and painting see Wu Xiaoran for a long time did not respond, gently pushed her.

Wu Xiaoran raised her head just now -

her young and vigorous face is her good friend Zheng Shuhua.

Seeing Zheng's calligraphy and painting, Wu Xiaoran felt happy and guilty.

In her last life, she was not clear about right and wrong, and was provoked by Zhao Xinya. She not only broke up with Liu Ze, but also pushed her into the arms of that abnormal Liang Yunfei and suffered a lot.

Thinking of this, Wu Xiaoran immediately put his arms around Zheng's calligraphy and painting.

"Painting and calligraphy, sorry..."

Zheng calligraphy and painting only thought that she was too uncomfortable, and didn't want to pat her on the back:

"OK, it's OK. I'm worried about death!"

"Red team, come on, Chen Jintai is great!"

Suddenly, bursts of cheers from the distance attracted Wu Xiaoran's eyes.

In front of her is holding a basketball match on the basketball court, red and blue teams are competing fiercely. Wu Xiaoran can see Chen Jintai's figure at a glance. He is wearing sportswear and full of youthful breath. His unrestrained dribbling and dunking attract cheers from female students who love him.

Wu Xiaoran knew that she was really reborn. She was 18 when she was about to be promoted to senior three in the next academic year.

Wu jinmang will not come back from me again.

Zheng's calligraphy and painting raised his eyes and saw Wu Xiaoran's killing intention in his eyes. He felt strange in his heart.

"Xiaoran, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Xiaoran slightly restrained his mind for a moment and said calmly, "Oh, I had a terrible dream when I was in a coma just now. I dreamed that I was killed by someone! A lot of people are dead because of me. What a real dream

While talking, the basketball game is coming to an end. Obviously, Chen Jintai's red team has won the victory, and the voice of congratulation for Chen Jintai is endless.

If before, Wu Xiaoran will rush forward like others, but at this time she just feels bored.

"Painting and calligraphy, let's go to the toilet."

Seeing that Wu Xiaoran didn't take the initiative to approach Chen Jintai for the first time, Zheng couldn't help joking:

"the first time I saw you so calm, how could the sun strike the west?"

"Ha ha!"

The former Wu Xiaoran is dead!

When she came to the bathroom, Wu Xiaoran went straight to the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror carefully -

her hair was typical black, long and straight, meticulously combed, with a black hairpin pinned on top of her head, and her pale, bloodless face, which added some points to the image of boundless soil.

Oh, on this face, if there are no mass actors in ghost films now, you can act directly without makeup!