Song Yijun suddenly made up her mind and said, "I can no longer live like before. This time, I want a new identity to pay back the torture that woman gave me a hundred times or ten times!"
"very good."
An Ruoqing was very satisfied after hearing this, and then stepped forward and gently put the dough bit by bit until it overlapped Song Yijun's face.
The fit of this dough is very high. Once you put it on, it looks like the real thing. There is no trace of seams at all.
Soon, this fake face completely merged with Song Yijun's real face.
The combination of the two makes Song Yijun look like another person.
After putting on the mask, An Ruoqing looked at Song Yijun's face with admiration and nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, this face really suits you."
After hearing this, Song Yijun turned and looked at the mirror on the table.
For a moment, she was startled by herself.
The beautiful woman in the mirror is a complete stranger that she doesn't even recognize.
It's beautiful, but it makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Song Yijun couldn't help but reached out and touched her face, but the touch was very real, as if it was really her own skin, and it fit perfectly with her face.
"Auntie, I, did I succeed?"
Song Yijun looked at her aunt blankly, as if she couldn't believe that all this was real.
An Ruoqing smiled quickly and said, "Of course it's true, Yijun, from now on you will use this face to survive in the world."
"Oh no, I shouldn't call you by your previous name now. From now on, your name will be, Luo Xinchen."
"Luo Xinchen?"
Song Yijun muttered it in her mouth, and then matched the name with her face in the mirror.
I couldn't help but find that this name really suits this face, which has a pink and charming feeling.
"Auntie, what is my current identity?" Song Yijun asked again.
"Oh, just wait."
An Ruoqing smiled when he heard this, then walked to the table aside and took out a sealed portfolio.
"What is this?" Song Yijun was a little confused.
An Ruoqing handed the file bag to Song Yijun, "Open it and take a look. The information inside will be your file from now on. You must deeply understand all the information about this person to prevent mistakes in the future."
Hearing this, Song Yijun took the file bag.
Then he took out the file inside and looked at it carefully.
But his eyes widened involuntarily. Song Yijun was simply unbelievable about this information.
Because, this file is so perfect!
In the file, the fictitious woman Luo Xinchen was the adopted daughter of her uncle. She had attended an aristocratic school since she was a child, and her grades were unbelievable.
First, relying on his own ability, he was admitted to a top business school in China. Later, he was personally recommended by the school to study abroad in the United States. He even obtained a super high degree from a top foreign college.
The most important thing is that this woman is only twenty-three years old, which is about the same age as herself.
It is hard to imagine that such a beautiful woman, in her prime, climbed to a position that countless people could not reach. She was like a goddess.
Song Yijun looked at the file and was stunned for a moment.
"How is it? Not bad." An Ruoqing hummed proudly at this time.
She had this file prepared a week in advance, and it took a lot of trouble and a lot of money to get access to it.
Fortunately, in the end, this identity was finally successfully created. From now on, this will be Song Yijun's new identity.
Song Yijun looked at the file with satisfaction and thanked An Ruoqing repeatedly, "Auntie, thank you so much for preparing so much to help me."
"What does this mean?" An Ruoqing smiled indifferently, "Okay, from now on, the Song Yijun in the past is completely dead."
"Xinchen, from now on outside, you will be my and your uncle's adopted daughter. Your uncle and I will definitely treat you as our own daughter."
Song Yijun, oh no, when Luo Xinchen heard this, he nodded slightly and showed a clever smile.
"From now on, I will listen to auntie."
"Be good." An Ruoqing patted her head with satisfaction, "In the past few days, you should adapt to this new identity. When the right opportunity comes, I will let you officially show up."
"Okay, Auntie." Luo Xinchen nodded slightly, and then An Ruoqing exited.
Gu Jun stayed in the room for a while, looking at Luo Xinchen's face, he was so stunned that he was speechless.
"Am I that good-looking?" Seeing that he kept staring at her intently, Luo Xinchen gave him a slightly sidelong glance.
Gu Jun was slightly startled and nodded quickly, "She's beautiful, of course she's beautiful. Miss is always the most beautiful woman."
"You do know how to talk." Luo Xinchen snorted disdainfully, then she didn't say anything more to this subordinate and asked him to retreat.
When there was no one in the room, Luo Xinchen came to the mirror and studied her fake face carefully.
Yes, this face is indeed impeccably beautiful. Under the curved willow eyebrows, there are eyes as bright as rhinestones. The eyelashes are long and black, and the pupils are moist and moist. I simply feel pity for her. .
The upright nose is small and delicate, and the nostrils and nose wings are small, as if it is an artificially fabricated fake doll.
The lips are thin but not shaped, and are as soft and tender as cherries.
The face shape is a natural oval shape, and paired with such exquisite facial features, I am afraid that any man can't help but be amazed when he sees it, right
Thinking of this, Luo Xinchen smiled playfully and looked at herself in the mirror, almost falling into obsession.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the face in the mirror suddenly changed and turned into the one painted by Tang Nuan.
Moreover, "Tang Nuan Hua" seemed to be looking at him very proudly, smiling evilly.
"Get out! Get out of here!" Her watery eyes widened in anger. Luo Xinchen suddenly lost control and smashed the mirror, "Get out of here, get out of here! Tang Nuanhua, you woman, get out of here!" "
So 'Tang Nuan Painting' just 'got out'.
Luo Xinchen looked in the mirror again, only to realize that it was just her hallucination, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the anger in his chest could not be extinguished.
Although Song Yijun is "dead", Luo Xinchen has not forgotten the past grudges and disputes at all.
I couldn't help but cursed angrily in my heart, Tang Nuanhua, you damn bitch!