"Ah..."
In confusion, a sharp and harsh voice suddenly came into Xiaoling's ear, as if to pierce his eardrum.
"Where is this? Am I not archaeological in an ancient tomb? Xiao Ling was puzzled and wanted to get up at the same time.
But when the palm moves, it feels like there's a strange thing under the palm, and it's kneaded subconsciously.
"Good soft, good elasticity..." Despite a layer of cloth in the middle, Xiao Ling could feel the amazing elasticity under the cloth.
"Ah... A hooligan! " A more sharp voice came into Xiao Ling's ears, full of humiliation and anger, while Xiao Ling felt his palm was thrown away.
Xiao Ling shook his painful head and opened his eyes with difficulty, but the goal was a white paint thing that hit him in the head.
bang!
Xiao Ling could only vaguely see a woman with long black hair sitting behind something painted with white paint. Before Xiao Ling could see clearly the woman's appearance, she felt the darkness in front of her eyes and fainted directly.
As for the thing that smashed itself, the lamp? High-heeled shoes? A leather bag? Xiao Ling has no chance to study it.
...
I don't know how long it took Xiao Ling to wake up again, shake her painful head, open her eyes, and then, Xiao Ling's face showed a dull look.
"Where is this?"
Xiao Ling looked around at the extraordinarily luxurious room and habitually reached out and touched his chin.
I found a sarcophagus in an ancient underground curtain. When I opened it, there was no body in it. There was only an ancient jade. When I reached out to take it, I fainted directly when I touched it.
And how did he remember being smashed in a hotel?
When he was puzzled, the feeling of a splitting headache suddenly came, and the whole brain seemed to burst.
Xiao Ling gritted her teeth and endured the pain. Although the cold sweat fell, she did not hum.
He was an orphan when he was young, and now he has grown up relying on himself step by step. All the painful setbacks are borne by himself, which also makes him more persistent from childhood.
With intense pain, countless complex memories emerged from his mind.
Next, Xiao Ling's look changed directly from dull to dull, and her eyes were full of incredible.
According to the memory in her mind, Xiao Ling found herself reborn and became a big family with nothing to do and provoking the right and wrong all the time.
Xiao Ling's face is weird. The first reaction is to dream. She holds out her hand on her face and pinches it fiercely. It is said that she will wake up from her sleep.
"Ah... Special play Lao Tzu!"
A painful roar came from the bleak mouth.
"Are you awake?"
Suddenly a cold voice came from outside.
Xiao Ling was in a daze and looked up to see a beautiful young woman standing outside the door, arms crossed around her, a pair of beautiful eyes looking at him with a slight coldness.
When she saw the woman, Xiao Ling was stunned at first, then her face showed surprise.
According to the memory in my mind, the woman in front of me is Yang Qian, his sister-in-law, three years older than he is now, while his brother and his parents were all killed in a car accident six months ago, which also led to Yang Qian, who had just married, becoming single.
As for why she was surprised, it is because Xiao Ling was not unfamiliar with Yang Qian in her previous life. She has been seen on TV and in newspapers. She can be said to be a celebrity in the field of antique appraisal and the hostess of the largest auction house in Yanjing.
Before she married Xiao Jia, Yang Qian was already famous. After that, Xiao Jia met with a great disaster and carried the heavy responsibility of Xiao Jia with her own strength.
As an archaeologist, he can't help admiring such a woman. Such a woman can be said to be the goddess of dreams in all men's minds. Xiao Ling used to hold magazines with Yang Qian's pictures more than once and sigh long and short.
Just as he was about to say something, a sudden hot feeling came from his chest, and then his eyes were blurred. At that moment of clarity, Xiao Ling was frozen in an instant.
In his eyes, Yang Qian's clothes suddenly disappeared, and the perfect figure, which could be called the golden ratio, was displayed in front of him, looking at Xiao Ling's round eyes.