Wrong Life, Right Kill: Tearing Apart the Luxury World

Song Jinxing felt a headache and a heavy feeling like he had a hangover. He struggled to open his eyes. The crystal lamp above his head cast a dazzling light, and the cool air from the air conditioner brushed over his body, making him feel like he was n***d. No clothes? Song Jinxing suddenly turned over and sat up, not caring about his dizzy head. When he looked down, the first thing he saw was a pair of proudly erect breasts. Young Master Song, who always remained calm in the face of a catastrophe, had his pupils tremble for the first time, and he almost staggered off the bed. His whole body was weak and his legs were weak. It didn't seem like he was drunk, but rather like he was drugged. Looking around, the room was decorated in the usual hotel style. Song Jinxing held onto the wall and walked quickly to the dressing mirror in front of the door. The mirror reflected a n***d woman, with white jade skin, shiny and dazzling, waist-length black hair, slightly curled and scattered on her chest, thin waist and long legs, and a curvy figure. There was not a trace of fat on her body. This was an extremely sexy body, but at this moment, that beautiful face was filled with incredible shock. Song Jinxing raised his hand and pinched the face hard. The pain and everything around him were so real, reminding him that this was not a dream. Before he had time to think about this unscientific situation, he heard a noisy voice outside the door. Through the door, he heard a lot of voices and the sound of cameras clicking. Is this the place? This is the room where Director Zeng lived. Is Zhong Ruanxing really in there? My informant saw her go in with his own eyes. If Zhong Ruanxing is in the film, it will prove that she used to climb into bed in order to get roles. Where's the room card? Even though Song Jinxing was confused, he knew that the situation was not good. While the people outside were looking for the room card, he quickly opened the wardrobe opposite, took out the hotel's bathrobe and wrapped it around himself, then picked up a pile of women's clothing thrown on the sofa and hid on the balcony. It was already dark. Neon lights were flashing downstairs, and the layout of the garden looked familiar. This is Huayun Hot Spring Hotel owned by the Song family. The hotel is known for its high-end style, so the guest rooms are all in the form of small single-family villas, and the balconies of two adjacent guest rooms are less than two meters apart. With two beeps, the door was hastily pushed open, and four or five people with cameras rushed in. Song Jinxing decisively picked up his bathrobe, turned over and climbed onto the balcony, and jumped to the balcony of the guest room next door. Perhaps because he was drugged, his body was extremely fragile. Being able to jump such a long distance was the limit of Song Jinxing's efforts. When he landed, he could no longer maintain his balance and fell heavily to the ground. His knees and elbows were scratched and blood oozed out. The pain once again reminded him of the reality of all this. There were footsteps coming from the side, and someone rushed to the balcony to look around Where is the person? Why is there no one? Song Jinxing lay on the ground calmly and motionlessly. The man looked around unwillingly and had to turn around and leave. The room he had been in was noisy for a while, and then it became quiet again. Song Jinxing sat up slowly, but he didn't rush to leave. He leaned against the balcony to think about the situation. From the information obtained from the conversation of the group of people just now, the owner of this body is called Zhong Ruanxing, who should be a star. So did he become Zhong Ruanxing, or did he exchange bodies with someone named Zhong Ruanxing? If it is the second case, then would the person lying in his body now be the soul of Zhong Ruanxing? He had to meet her. If the flow of time is consistent, I should be in the Song family's old house at this time. Song Jinxing had a headache. Today is the monthly dinner time for the younger generations of the Song family and the old man and the old lady. More than a dozen people from the Song family gathered together. He grew up abroad and was not familiar with them. After returning to China, he did not get along well with them. Mr. Song was already dissatisfied with him because he refused to go on a blind date. Now there is such a change. Don't make any big mistakes. There was no one in the guest room next door at the moment, but he didn't know if any guests would suddenly come in. Song Jinxing did not delay any longer and used the street light to sort out the pile of women's clothing that he had just brought over in a hurry. A turned-off cell phone, a red suspender skirt, a pair of high heels, a pair of lace panties, and a b*a that looked different from what he knew. Will it really not fall off without the shoulder straps? Song Jinxing stared at the sexy lace underwear seriously for a long while, and finally closed his eyes resignedly. He took off his bathrobe in the blind spot of the balcony and put on the underwear with stiff hands and feet. My fingers accidentally touched the peak on my chest, and my eyelids twitched violently. Halfway through putting on his clothes, he suddenly heard a noise from the room where he had just woken up. Song Jinxing shrank against the wall and heard a man's angry voice Where did the person go? Didn't I tell you not to make any mistakes? The two men walked towards the balcony, and with a click, the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette was heard. A young female voice answered anxiously I saw her being thrown onto the bed with my own eyes and I even took off her clothes with my own hands. I don’t know what happened. Could it be that the medicine was not effective enough and she ran away? It's impossible that I asked someone to get the medicine from abroad. I was so unlucky. I didn't get to take the photo and I even offended Director Zeng. That play Go back and tell her to call Zhong Ruanxing tomorrow morning to test her attitude. She shouldn't doubt you. The sound of conversation faded away, Song Jinxing slowly zipped up his skirt and memorized the young female voice. After changing clothes, the last step is to put on shoes. High heel Impossible. Not possible in this lifetime. Song Jinxing stood up resolutely, holding up her high heels, and cleaned the traces on the balcony barefoot. She then threw the bathrobe she had worn into the laundry basket in the room. After making sure that no evidence was left, she walked towards the door. As he passed the dressing mirror in front of the porch, he turned and looked at himself in the mirror. Song Jinxing grew up abroad and was used to seeing hot beauties with curvy figures, but even so, the body in the mirror still amazed him. He didn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry and had never heard of the name Zhong Ruanxing, but such a sexy and beautiful beauty must be famous. Thinking of this, Song Jinxing returned to the room, took out the mask that the hotel always prepared for guests from the drawer and put it on. After making sure that no one was outside, he opened the door with his high heels. Worried that the paparazzi who broke into the room before were squatting downstairs, he did not take the elevator but took the stairs and went to the staff passage. Huayun Hot Spring Hotel is a property of the Song family. He has taken over the hotel business since returning to China, so he knows everything. The door to the employee passage has a password, and the staff usually enter and exit by swiping their cards. Song Jinxing entered the password to open the door, walked through the passage and entered a cleaning room, and finally turned on his phone. The screen lit up, and the wallpaper was a photo of a family of four in front of Tiananmen Square. Zhong Ruanxing wore a pink turtleneck sweater with her long wavy hair tied up. She lacked the glamour of an artist and looked more like a beautiful young college student. She hugged her parents and a little girl of one or two years old and smiled sweetly. Song Jinxing dialed his own phone. After a few beeps, the call was connected and a very familiar voice came from the receiver. Hello? Holy s**t. Beep beep beep. The phone was hung up. Song Jinxing held his forehead with his hand in pain.