Scum Girl Transformation System

last life.

Lin Yilan was wearing a black dress and a black gauze covering her head. Her skin was pale without a trace of blood, her head was slightly drooping, and there were faint blue veins on her white and soft side neck.

Like a swan eager to kill, fragile and elegant.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye, as if it contained the most sincere sorrow, and she held a white flower in her hand, just like the most merciful saint.

White sails were hung in front of the mourning hall, and all kinds of relatives who came to express their condolences were prepared in advance, crying and howling.

"Madam! Calm down, Madam!"

bump!

The door of the mourning hall was violently opened, the black veil on the woman's head was messed up, her eye sockets became red and swollen due to continuous tears, and the aging state of the woman's face was clearly revealed due to the lack of makeup.

"It's all this bitch! My son! I told him not to marry this poisonous woman at the beginning! No one who marries this poisonous woman will end well!" It shows that this person's sanity is on the verge of jeopardy.

The woman in a state of madness seemed to have infinite strength, she directly got rid of the maid who was pulling her, ran to Lin Yilan and gave her a slap in the face.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, red marks quickly appeared on Lin Yilan's porcelain white face, and her face was turned to one side by the beating. Lin Yilan's fair little face instantly became red and swollen, and her eye sockets naturally accumulated. Shui Wu: "Mom..."

"Shut up! You murderer of my son!? Who is your mother?" Madam Lu's eyes were full of resentment.

"Enough! What does it look like?" Father Lu frowned and scolded, "Take him down quickly!"

"I won't go down!! Lu Chengzhi! Do you have any heart! Your son is dead! He was killed by this vixen in front of you! You are still facing her!? You were also seduced by her, right!?" Mrs. Lu A sharp voice resounded throughout the mourning hall.

Lu Chengzhi's face was extremely ugly, but he didn't want to argue with Mrs. Lu either.

The two had been divorced for many years. Mrs. Lu took away her more outstanding eldest son, Lu Yufeng, while her younger son, Lu Yuhao, followed him.

If it weren't for the news of his eldest son's death, he thought he would never see Mrs. Lu again in his life.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

-

The guests watched a good show in front of the mourning hall, and they were still a little bit unsatisfied when they were invited away. Everyone present knew that the heir to Lu Yufeng's estate after his death was his widow Lin Yilan.

Just like the two who died in the Luo family and the Pei family, no one believed in the authenticity of this will, but secretly smacked their tongues at Lin Yilan's good means and admired this woman's vicious heart.

After the memorial service, Lin Yilan wanted to pack up her things and move out of the Lu family mansion and return to her own residence. She really didn't want to deal with a crazy woman every day.

In fact, when Lu and Fen were still alive, they often separated. Lin Yilan only found out after they got married that their family had a history of hereditary mental illness, and this generation seemed to be passed on to Lu and Fen.

It was okay after just a few months of marriage, but Lin Yilan found that Lu Yufeng became more and more neurotic, and even began to restrict her personal freedom. This behavior brought back some not-so-good memories for her.

She thought about doing it.

but……

Lin Yilan's crystal-clear eyes, like glass beads, were filled with pity. He was about to die, so why should she still have the same knowledge as a dead person?

But before she stepped out of the gate, she was stopped by a few burly men in formal suits.

"Sorry young lady, you can't leave now."

It's not that Lu Chengzhi doesn't doubt Lin Yilan, it's just that evidence is needed for everything. He walked out from behind several men and said to Lin Yilan, "I want to find out whether my son's death has anything to do with you or not. .”

He thought of his ex-wife's nervously twitching eyelids last night, and her sharp, unhuman voice: "I will never allow her to marry someone else with my son's money!"

-

So Lin Yilan was forced to live in Lu's mansion. She was fine two days before she became a widow, but a steady stream of gifts began to be sent to Lu's mansion in the next few days.

The 99 fresh roses are packaged and sent in every day. Lin Yilan puts them in a vase in the living room. This is the residence of her and her ex-husband, and she takes care of the furnishings in the living room.

She likes fresh roses, especially the ones that are so brightly colored that they bleed. Every time she passes by, she will stop to look at them, and then there will be an imperceptible smile on her delicate and beautiful face like a porcelain doll.

As if thinking of something pleasant.

Therefore, suitors generally send roses when they send flowers.

Mrs. Lu's face was livid with anger, but there was nothing she could do. In just two short days, what she said in this family didn't count, and what Lin Yilan said counted.

All the servants in the family are now acting according to Lin Yilan's expression. If Lin Yilan's expression is slightly wrong, they will forcibly escort Mrs. Lu back to the room to "rest".

There is really no weirder home than this one, because it is not like home at all. Everyone in this house is like strangers living under the same roof.

But I heard that the young master will return to China tomorrow. It is said that the young master left in anger after being rejected by the young mistress.

Hey, it seems that life is going to be uneasy again.

-

In fact, Lu Yuhao could have arrived yesterday, but he dragged on for a day and missed his brother's memorial service, not because he didn't want to attend his brother's memorial service.

He just didn't know how to face that person.

He went to find her before going abroad, and she was not brother's wife at that time, she was just Luo Yi's girlfriend.

The person was leaning on the office chair, with a cup of freshly ground American coffee on the left. She lit a mint cigarette with a filter tip, and the white mist overflowed from her rose lips, blurring the image that made him feel ashamed. Thumping face.

After the smoke cleared, the other party's peach petal-like eyes looked at her lightly.

He remembered asking her, "Will you come with me?"

The other party just put out the cigarette butt in his hand, glanced at him lightly, and said something that he would never forget in his life.

"Lu Yuhao, you should know that there is no good end for being cheap."

He no longer remembers what kind of mood he was in when he left, he just felt a dull pain in his heart, so... so in your opinion, I was just a bitch, right?

But what saddened him the most was that he couldn't tell.

Obviously you don't like coffee, don't you?

Roses seem to be the thing you hated the most before.

You obviously hate the smell of tobacco, the kind you can't stand at all.

Why, why did it become like this?He feels so uncomfortable, but this kind of discomfort is not because his heart is trampled by the person he likes.

Since he likes it, then his like belongs to the other party, even if the other party throws it away for fun, that's fine.

What makes him uncomfortable is that the girl he likes the most has turned herself into something she hates, but he has nothing to do, he is as powerless as a waste, so he can only run away like a coward.