Reborn Girl: Prince Charming's Hot Wife

"You really have a boyfriend?!" Soong Yiren jumped up, "Quickly tell the truth!"    

    

Beiming Mo pursed her lips. "Don't be like this, it is just for fun... You know... When I was in school, I found a lot of boyfriends! "    

    

Soong Yiren knew this. She and Beiming Mo were always inseparable, but she had never been in a relationship before, but Beiming Mo had many boyfriends.    

    

However, Beiming Mo getting boyfriends was like having a family. Every time, it would not be more than three months, and there were all kinds of reasons to break up.    

    

For example:    

    

The other party suddenly changed her hairstyle, which did not match Beiming Mo's aesthetics. It was better to split it up so as to avoid damaging her image.    

    

The other party just said that Soong Yiren took up too much of Beiming Mo's time, so she touched Beiming Mo's reverse scale and directly kicked her.    

    

Another example was, the other side bought a cup of milk tea and drank it. When Beiming Mo saw it, she felt that a boy drinking milk tea was too motherly. Let's break up, it's too shameful to be together with a sissy!    

    

Actually, Soong Yiren had always known that it was because Beiming Mo did not meet a person she truly liked.    

    

She was somewhat helpless. " How long can this boyfriend last?"    

    

Beiming Mo smiled. "We were together for half a month just now, but I feel like we are going to split up! Because I have you now. I feel that men are useless to me! "    

    

After she finished speaking, she suddenly moved closer to Soong Yiren and sniffed, "Yiyi, why do I smell the scent of men on your body?"    

    

"Where is it?" Soong Yiren lowered her head to smell herself and her heart relaxed. This dress was just bought by her at the airport. What smell was there?    

    

"Eh -" Beiming Mo narrowed her eyes and looked like a little fox. "Yiyi, you look a little guilty! You are still not telling me the truth!"    

    

When she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly widened. "You're wearing this body. Don't tell me this body already has a boyfriend? Or, a fiancé? " And the type that's especially handsome? "    

    

Soong Yiren could not help but laugh," You have been reading romance novels for the past three years? I don't have a boyfriend. It is enough for me to have Momo!"    

    

If she had asked her at this time yesterday, she would have said that she had a boyfriend.    

    

But now...    

    

It just so happened that she wouldn't need it anymore in the future.    

    

"Alright then." Beiming Mo pulled Soong Yiren to the room to walk around. As she introduced the various places, she asked, "Yiyi. Are you still in school? What is your family like? "Is your family easy to get along with?"    

    

Soong Yiren repeated what she said and thought of something. She asked Beiming Mo, "Momo, have you been home for the past two years?"    

    

"I have only seen it from afar." Beiming Mo said, "But you know that I might bring danger to the family when I go back, so..."    

    

She was a little sad. "I don't know if Mom and Dad have always been worried about me."    

    

Soong Yiren fell silent and said, "Momo, I actually saw you at the beginning of the month. Mom."    

    

"Ah?" Beiming Mo was a little surprised. "How is mother?"    

    

"Momo, there is one more thing I want to tell you." Soong Yiren took a deep breath. "Actually, you still have a twin sister. When she was born, she was carried away and ended up in Hua Country..."    

    

As she spoke, she recounted Lee Xiaozi's matter and lowered her eyes, "The day Xiaozi left, we all went. That was her wedding and she left with a smile."    

    

Beiming Mo was stunned on the spot but was also in a daze. She felt a kind of sadness that she had never felt before spread from the depths of her heart.    

    

She did not know if this was the reaction between the twin sisters, but she felt that although this feeling was not strong, it was so oppressive that it made one's heart feel like it was drowning, and it was difficult to break free.    

    

"Momo, is it safe for you to go out now? Is there anyone protecting your friend..." Soong Yiren hugged Beiming Mo. "If it is safe, you can come with me to Imperial City to see her."    

    

"Okay." Beiming Mo finally cried. She pulled Soong Yiren and asked, "Does she really look the same as me? Then is she also like me? When I was young, I envied her for having twin sisters but I didn't think that I would have one too. "But, I won't be able to see her for the rest of my life!"    

    

Soong Yiren took out the photo from her phone and showed it to Beiming Mo, "Momo, look, she is as beautiful as you! But she may not have been as nutritious as you since she was young, so she is shorter than you. She has a very good personality, a very gentle girl. "Those problems of yours, she didn't..."    

    

Beiming Mo's tears kept falling. "Wuwu, Yiyi, I want to go with you to see her!"    

    

"Okay, let's go back together!" Soong Yiren comforted Beiming Mo.    

    

She realized that after being apart for three years, they had too many things to say to each other.    

    

In these three years, there was life and death between them, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers. Although they were no longer the same self as before, between them, it was still the initial heart.    

    

That afternoon, Soong Yiren and Beiming Mo were in the courtyard and did not go out.    

    

They also ordered takeout when they ate and sat together on the stone table and stools in the courtyard. Sometimes they smiled and sometimes they cried.    

    

Until the end of the moon. Soong Yiren kept yawning and only then did Beiming Mo urge her to sleep.    

    

This place was bought by Beiming Mo's friends a few years ago and they had all gone to Imperial City to do business. So at night, there were only two best friends.    

    

Soong Yiren came in a hurry and did not bring anything. Beiming Mo found a nightdress for her and the two of them took a shower and lied on the same bed.    

    

Just like the previous dormitory's night talk, Soong Yiren was clearly very sleepy but she still could not bear to sleep.    

    

Beiming Mo saw that her eyes were fighting and said with a smile, "Be good, charge your phone and sleep well. We will continue talking tomorrow!"    

    

Soong Yiren remembered that ever since she saw Beiming Mo on her phone, she had turned silent. At this moment, she saw that the message indicator light was always green, so she picked it up to take a look.    

    

There were many missed calls and WeChat calls from Xiao Pei and Pei Jun. There were even Aa Mian's.    

    

However, most of them were from Gong Lingye.    

    

When she opened her WeChat, she saw Gong Lingye sending her a message.    

    

"Nuan, I'm in Pingcheng. Where are you? I have something to tell you."    

    

"Nuan, I'm sorry. I didn't give you an absolute sense of security. About Tingxue, I have hurt you several times. Where are you? Let's sit down and I will tell you the whole story."    

    

"Nuan, did something happen to you? Tell me and I will handle it."    

    

"Nuan, I can't find you. I really miss you. If you don't want to see me, then send me a message to make sure you are safe. I'm relieved."    

    

Soong Yiren looked at those messages and hesitated for a few seconds before replying to Gong Lingye, "Mr. Gong, I am fine. Thank you for your concern."    

    

After sending the messages, she turned off her phone.    

    

On the other side of the internet, in a hotel in Pingcheng, Gong Lingye's private doctor was helping him change the dressing of his leg injury. He heard his phone ring. He did not care that the doctor had not wrapped it up properly and suddenly stood up.    

    

Picking up the phone, Gong Lingye saw Soong Yiren's polite and distant words. "Mr. Gong, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."    

    

He suddenly felt suffocated.    

    

He really made all of her courage return to its original form.