Ye Jingjing thought about it with the memory of this body, and realized that the only thing missing was that annoying second mother.
But Yang Yixin's memory told her that the vicious second mother had returned to her parents' home.
Otherwise, this second-bedroom owner would not let go of such a worth-seeing scene in front of him.
"Yixin, you're awake."
The man said, his voice was quite cold.
"Yes, Dad."
Looking at the man, Ye Jingjing called out coldly.
The word "Dad" means nothing.
It's just a term for middle-aged men.
He is not the real Yang Yixin, so don't expect to regard him as his father.
In the 21st century, his father would have died long ago.
It was his mother who helped him grow up, and he also has a younger brother.
Since she was thirteen years old, she has been working part-time in entertainment venues to help support the family.
At the age of 16, she officially came into contact with celebrities in the business world, became their temporary female companion, and entered the ranks of social butterflies.
So a father...even a real father.
To me, they are just vague shadows in my memory, without much of an impression.
What's more, it was him, Yang Shunzu, a complete stranger.
"Yixin, you just woke up, do you feel any discomfort?"
Yang Shunzu gave a meaningless greeting.
He never criticized his eldest daughter for causing injuries to his second daughter, Yang Yixin.
He didn't even know that his weak and incompetent second daughter, Yang Yixin, had died long ago.
The soul is scattered in the blood river of hell.
Now in Yang Yixin's body lives a 21st century soul.
A woman named Ye Jingjing.
The famous flower of the wine country in the business world.
"Can't die."
Ye Jingjing responded lightly.
Too lazy to bother trying to please this nominal father.
"Well, that's good. Since there's nothing serious about your health, let's... prepare for the wedding."
Yang Shunzu said, feeling reluctant.
If Li Xuanxuan had not insisted on marrying Yixin because of love, he would not have wanted to facilitate the marriage.
He felt that his eldest daughter was more suitable for Li Xuanxuan.
"What, dad? Wedding?"
Ye Jingjing had no reaction, but Yang Yuzhu's reaction was very strong.
She looked at her father in grief: "Dad, Brother Xuan is mine. How can he marry Yang Yixin? He cannot marry Yang Yixin."